<?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-7385142723574890807</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:32:49.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICKYYY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3968094540961874990</id><published>2012-01-31T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:32:49.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plain confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I don't get it now. How am I pretending to be someone else or acting like someone I wanna be? I'm being me. Just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-3968094540961874990?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3968094540961874990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3968094540961874990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3968094540961874990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3968094540961874990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2012/01/plain-confused.html' title='plain confused'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-5723570487931402291</id><published>2012-01-29T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:51:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama serial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Firstly, I started talking to you in the nicest way possible. You had to reply in that bitch way you do with the words you PURPOSELY use that you know I don't like. For sarcasm? For extra hurting effects? Okaycan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;You were the one who started off talking rudely and there you are talking about how I have no rights to talk to you in whatever way and that I am in no position to? YES, I AM STILL EFFING SORRY FOR WHAT I DID TO YOU. But you took it too far the moment you KEPT replying that way. I KNOW I AM WRONG but I don't think I actually deserve to be like a dog to you and accept all your sarcastic and bitchy replies every single time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I get it you're still pissed. But I never sounded conceited or expected you to even forgive me. I JUST EXPECTED A REPLY LIKE "Oh okay." EVEN A FREAKING "K." is fine. I swear. But no... You just wanna bitch-fight. For I dunno what reason. Seriously, do you think I am so free that I want to fight with you every time? Trust me, I wanna stay as far away from you because I know how talking to you will ruin your mood. I just had a simple request. DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And sup with "YOUR STANDARD" or "YOUR LEVEL"? Wtshit. Maybe you should stop using the same reason of me cheating on you to talk to me in this bitch way because I think it's getting old. I know I was wrong. But the way you talk to me is a bit too far? I didn't make a big deal out of it, YOU DID. And no, I don't see how asking for cards makes me pathetic. You using the same reason again and again, using words for NOT ITS ACTUAL MEANING and replying like a bitch actually makes you the pathetic one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yeap. Harsh. But whatever. Just get over it. I'm just asking for cards. Was all that shit necessary? Like how you can ask back for your capo? I replied okay. Did I create a stupid fight? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Just meet him already. So you can have nothing to do with me. I won't ever disturb or come into your life after that. I give you my word. &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/7385142723574890807-5723570487931402291?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/5723570487931402291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=5723570487931402291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5723570487931402291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5723570487931402291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2012/01/drama-serial.html' title='drama serial.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-36977921531026743</id><published>2012-01-10T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:32:08.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Yeah I get it you hate me, but must everything you say/tweet/text/blog have SPIKES? I get it that I hurt you but I never thought highly of myself? I don't even get why you even think that way. It pisses me off that you're constantly ranting/scolding me indirectly even if I tweet something. I admit, I know it is me. But yeah I'm not a robot. I have feelings too. I know I've hurt yours but you're just pissed but I am feeling more than one bad feeling. Just forget about me so you'd finally be happy and not be bitchy to every thing that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-36977921531026743?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/36977921531026743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=36977921531026743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/36977921531026743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/36977921531026743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2012/01/pain.html' title='the pain.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-7400506998912142450</id><published>2012-01-02T04:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:51:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Yeah as the title says. I'm clueless. I put on a fake front when everyone else is around but when I'm alone, everything comes crashing in. I wake up in the morning feeling empty. Realizing that you're no longer mine. That you're better off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wanna be so pissed that... You managed to hide everything from me. You pretended everything was okay. According to you, you said that you knew way before my birthday. My birthday, christmas... You pretended that you still loved me. You had so much time to let go of me. And yet... You decided to do this to me just before the new year. I don't know what to feel. You could've left me earlier. But why 30th of December? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;You gave me the false hopes that you were gonna be there with me till 2012. You gave me hopes that I'd be able to hold you in my arms tight and wish you a happy new year and that no matter what, I'm just more than happy that you're still here and that you're still mine. And that I love you. WHY? I really changed. I really did. Guess you took all those time to give up on me. I see that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And you texted me only to tell me to ask her to stop. You didn't bother asking how I was. You didn't say Hi. Nothing. Just a cold text. This is where you're EXACTLY like her. The same thing both of you did, was to talk/text me coldly. And you were the one who said that you wish nothing would change and we'd still be the bestest of friends even after we broke up. And look who's contradicting every statement now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I only lied... Because I thought that once I made up for it, it'd be okay. Guess I was wrong. Even after I stopped lying, I really gave my heart all to you. But my lies tore you from seeing that. I have no one else to blame but myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I tear up every time I see anything that reminds me of you. The rings, the polaroids, pictures, gifts from you and even drawings. I tear up. I don't wanna be so weak. I really wanna be the old me now. The one who didn't care and didn't feel anything at all. I wouldn't have to feel this way now. I wouldn't be feeling so empty anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm back to the old days. Where I don't see any point of doing anything good anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cigarettes and pills became my best friends. &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/7385142723574890807-7400506998912142450?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/7400506998912142450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=7400506998912142450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7400506998912142450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7400506998912142450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know-what-to-feel.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to feel'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-1364877169643774160</id><published>2011-12-30T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:19:08.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;This post is dedicated to you. The one who's always been there for me no matter what. The one who made me see the good in life. The one who picked me up and found me when I was down and lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I know I wasn't the best to you when you treated me and prioritized me above everything else. I haven't been the most faithful to you. I haven't treated you the way you deserve to be treated. And I'm sorry. No, this is not me wanting you back. This is me apologizing for every single shit you felt and got because of me. I don't deserve you. Because you deserve the best. You deserve someone who'll treat you with respect, love you more than you love him and most of all, doesn't abuse your trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I know I've taken advantage of your trust time and again. I'm sorry. I can't help but feel remorse. Of all people, I've hurt you the most. But you still came back despite those times. And yet I still failed to treasure you. I deserve this loneliness and emptiness. But at least, it keeps me at peace knowing that you're better off and that you'll be happier without me. I know that for sure. You were the only one who cared that much but I was too blind to realize that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I doubt I'll be able to ever let go. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You changed me to be a better person. And I'm sorry for all the hurt. I will never expect your forgiveness because what I did is way worse than a monster. But I know, that you're the strongest girl. And the hatred you have for me, will make it easier for you to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;My only wish for you, is to be the happiest girl on earth. And to forget me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I love you. Forever and always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;The very moment you gave the ring back and walked away, reality sank in. And it feels like Daddy and Odah all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;30 December 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I need you, but I'm not gonna be selfish and hold you back. I'll never be the same. I won't be myself anymore. Because you're the only thing in this world, I would die without. And you left. I won't promise I'll be okay, or be the person I used to be.&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/7385142723574890807-1364877169643774160?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/1364877169643774160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=1364877169643774160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1364877169643774160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1364877169643774160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-you.html' title='for you.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-591577284137294145</id><published>2011-08-13T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:10:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzcL02VP2hs/Tkah3DB60ZI/AAAAAAAABJw/wtCo-9CF8zQ/s1600/DSC04056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzcL02VP2hs/Tkah3DB60ZI/AAAAAAAABJw/wtCo-9CF8zQ/s320/DSC04056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640373550406357394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BrLdK5hBwo/Tkah2wDeVUI/AAAAAAAABJo/tGiV7try6H4/s1600/DSC04055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BrLdK5hBwo/Tkah2wDeVUI/AAAAAAAABJo/tGiV7try6H4/s320/DSC04055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640373545312605506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye4sCcm0sNc/Tkah2mRh8aI/AAAAAAAABJg/Hnwp3UpvL08/s1600/DSC04054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye4sCcm0sNc/Tkah2mRh8aI/AAAAAAAABJg/Hnwp3UpvL08/s320/DSC04054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640373542687207842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okeh... So today really sucked big time. Why? Here's why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Morning, I turned off my alarm after hearing it. Then waking up and realized that I only have 45 mins to reach SYFC for my interview at 8am. WTF. So I rushed like crazy and managed to hail a cab. The driver was really nice to me (: Reached there, met up with Faezah and my nose was major leaking. Best part? I was rushing out of the house that I forgot to bring tissues. Then had to go to toilet just for toilet paper =.= OKEH then nervous shit. Reported on time by 8am. Guess what? I was the 5th to be interviewed and the first interview started at 9am because the interviewers came at that time. NICE AH SO PUNCTUAL. Some of them were really nice. But yeah a few stuck up ones. WTSHIT. Anyway, crapped throughout. Didn't wanna lie so much till I finally said I wanna be a commercial plane pilot. THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING. So yeah, I'm not accepted in the school and have been emoing since 3pm. Nice. Feeling super crappy, upset and disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, camwhore with Faezah and went to Starbucks at united square and chilled with puisoon and amanda. Then went home, rested a while and went out to meet B to go to town (: Had lunch at ramen play and she bought stuff, and she bought me a lollipop, tried to cheer me up and also went present shopping together for Grandma's birthday! Hope she likes it though :/ Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After that, went to Novena and had dinner with family (: Though the food wasn't great, but the time spent with them was awesome! They totally cheered me up after I told them about the interview and results... But yeah... I still wanna try... Not SYFC =.= HAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OKEH THAT'S IT! PEACE! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1U3Gcsd76Uk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/7385142723574890807-591577284137294145?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/591577284137294145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=591577284137294145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/591577284137294145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/591577284137294145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/08/upset.html' title='Upset.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzcL02VP2hs/Tkah3DB60ZI/AAAAAAAABJw/wtCo-9CF8zQ/s72-c/DSC04056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2671415413842598388</id><published>2011-07-30T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:01:35.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have came back after a gazillion years to finally blog again. But I doubt anyone would read this now... so uh... HI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Poly life is hectic but meeting amazing new friends with different personalities. Just hope I can keep up with studies. Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Family... Well, I seriously don't know if I should even use that word anymore. No one understands me. And when I need my bro here now, he's at camp. I feel bad for shouting at grandma last night but I couldn't take it anymore. She always has the mindset that I care more about my friends than family. Well, what she doesn't know? I turned down many offers to go out and have dinner just so I can have dinner with her and make sure she eats properly. But she doesn't know what I've been doing. Fine. So I guess since she thinks that way that I don't care at all, then I won't even bother coming home for dinner everyday. See who really cares about her from now. I feel mean but I'm so sick of being treated like some kinda outsider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With that being clear, I shall just go and sleep at 2pm now. k bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0HM4mMI7D_E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/7385142723574890807-2671415413842598388?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2671415413842598388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2671415413842598388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2671415413842598388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2671415413842598388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/07/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0HM4mMI7D_E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-1129069743098726106</id><published>2011-03-01T12:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:44:21.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNEST FUN FACT EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGLECQ0viXA/TWx1nyBDHvI/AAAAAAAABIs/cQrrk3-nNks/s1600/twitter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGLECQ0viXA/TWx1nyBDHvI/AAAAAAAABIs/cQrrk3-nNks/s320/twitter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578963364706721522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbz0PJaUaVM/TWx5bkBNJAI/AAAAAAAABJU/6UMNKxgZ2jA/s320/twitter3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578967552837362690" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vz5fD_xZOs/TWx3P-2S0PI/AAAAAAAABJE/dE2sbrl84hc/s320/twitter2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 57px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578965154857668850" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMrRVYn2APY/TWx3qSSAwBI/AAAAAAAABJM/z19_1PfCCqc/s320/twitter4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 32px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578965606750797842" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SELF EXPLANATORY!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can ttly feel b getting a lot better from that fall. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He doesn't know how happy he made b by just clicking that RT button. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky kid b! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7385142723574890807-1129069743098726106?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/1129069743098726106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=1129069743098726106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1129069743098726106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1129069743098726106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/03/funnest-fun-fact-ever.html' title='FUNNEST FUN FACT EVER'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGLECQ0viXA/TWx1nyBDHvI/AAAAAAAABIs/cQrrk3-nNks/s72-c/twitter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-1217065634672107649</id><published>2011-02-25T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:51:36.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fact 4, 5, 6 and 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't like people telling me how they want my hair to be like because it's &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; hair so I can do whatever I like with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't like people pushing me away (literally or non-literally) or walking away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't like it when people say my hair adds to my height because frankly, it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I dislike people watching and following me everywhere when I'm shopping (including friends) because I find it extremely annoying because I don't have my own personal space and feel watched. &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/7385142723574890807-1217065634672107649?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/1217065634672107649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=1217065634672107649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1217065634672107649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1217065634672107649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-fact-4-5-6-and-7.html' title='Fun Fact 4, 5, 6 and 7'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-6280578452181773060</id><published>2011-02-16T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:43:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9TH... and sexxayyyy ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ciruA3EW_TQ/TVuCGoPp_WI/AAAAAAAABIc/GR6txDZ2CVc/s1600/Clara%2BBday%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ciruA3EW_TQ/TVuCGoPp_WI/AAAAAAAABIc/GR6txDZ2CVc/s320/Clara%2BBday%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574192014195031394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hehe Happy 9th b!!! ^^ Please fly back before midnight. HAHA!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap so... someone's got a really bad sore throat :( Okie so I just got off the phone w b (*screams*), and yeap, voice ain't lost! ^^ feels great hearing that voice again. (: hehe get well soon alright (: Eat, sleep, eat again, and then sleep. HAHAHAHA yeap ^^ take care b!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie so..... 5 FRIGGING MORE DAYS!!! I can't wait. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-6280578452181773060?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/6280578452181773060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=6280578452181773060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6280578452181773060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6280578452181773060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/02/9th-and-sexxayyyy.html' title='9TH... and sexxayyyy ^^'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ciruA3EW_TQ/TVuCGoPp_WI/AAAAAAAABIc/GR6txDZ2CVc/s72-c/Clara%2BBday%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-5752915649922665824</id><published>2011-02-16T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:49:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FACT #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IS8Pf_hXWEQ/TVuBfqiJSdI/AAAAAAAABIU/0dFDaILkOII/s1600/Manchester-Black-Grey-White-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IS8Pf_hXWEQ/TVuBfqiJSdI/AAAAAAAABIU/0dFDaILkOII/s320/Manchester-Black-Grey-White-2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574191344794552786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ain't that pretty!! HAHA okay so... someone basically cleared their wishlist. Haha! Bought the shoe yesterday. Shiok!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad you're happy b ^^ hehe get well soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trace&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/7385142723574890807-5752915649922665824?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/5752915649922665824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=5752915649922665824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5752915649922665824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5752915649922665824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-fact-4.html' title='FUN FACT #4'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IS8Pf_hXWEQ/TVuBfqiJSdI/AAAAAAAABIU/0dFDaILkOII/s72-c/Manchester-Black-Grey-White-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-4243634218947187498</id><published>2011-02-15T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:46:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FACT #3</title><content type='html'>Goal accomplished - new skateboard!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its black and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;red&lt;/span&gt; tony hawk. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; bearings. Black out trucks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, technically in &gt;6 days (*screams*), a pic of it may be up here :D or maybe not. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-4243634218947187498?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/4243634218947187498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=4243634218947187498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4243634218947187498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4243634218947187498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-fact-3.html' title='FUN FACT #3'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-9157731222913693803</id><published>2011-02-06T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T03:15:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TU2ei-sKgDI/AAAAAAAABH8/Lbq8lRwLk1Q/s1600/IMG_1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TU2ei-sKgDI/AAAAAAAABH8/Lbq8lRwLk1Q/s320/IMG_1813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570282637908148274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEYHO Trace is here teehee ^^ As our dear kyyy has already flown to Bali (whalao damn shiok lor), I've come to update!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---content based on true information---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyyy so, technically ytd, at about 5.30pm, kyyy took KLM airlines to Bali. Hahahahahaha erm, quite negative feedback has been given by this particular passenger, who said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"klm food? LONTONG. (as in Malay food LONTONG). I got nothing to say about that DUTCH airlines. Dutch airlines serve Malay food. and their food and service sucks! service like guailan all." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then the pilot land like so shitty. My heart almost came out of my chest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA don't worry b, errbody knows that you will be a better pilot :D hahahaha and when you come back, you fly the plane! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so errbody, when you travel, DON'T take KLM airlines. HAHAHA take SQ better lah, support local airlines~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay and kyyy also watched DESPICABLE ME. HAHAHA "omg *melts* AGNES" aww! HAHAHA and unfortunately mom and bro weren't all sitting tgt :/ So she happened to sit beside this old ang moh that smelt of tobacco, JUST tobacco. "Like he had this whole pack of tobacco and he wrapped like paper around it." WOAHHH o.o And sadly one cuzzie has been badly influenced :( sighhh its scary how people change and how you can predict how they'll change. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie we'll be missin you dooooooode, for two weeks. Take care! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates again soon! I shall revive this dead blog muahahahahaha :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX Trace \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-9157731222913693803?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/9157731222913693803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=9157731222913693803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/9157731222913693803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/9157731222913693803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/02/vacation.html' title='VACATION'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TU2ei-sKgDI/AAAAAAAABH8/Lbq8lRwLk1Q/s72-c/IMG_1813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-1848035606790100832</id><published>2011-02-05T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T03:04:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY YO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUxNZ2TNE4I/AAAAAAAABH0/T27O4TzeMHg/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUxNZ2TNE4I/AAAAAAAABH0/T27O4TzeMHg/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569911945618592642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUxNZjNihRI/AAAAAAAABHs/HBf5yruW-5Y/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUxNZjNihRI/AAAAAAAABHs/HBf5yruW-5Y/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569911940494558482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's CHINESE NEW YEAR YO! Readers, now you owe me ang bao. Hmmm it was alright I guess. I kinda liked how Uncle David helped me and&amp;amp; stood up for me. :P HAHA power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, will be leaving for Bali in like half a day's time... Hmmm... Will be missing Baby and all my peepz here. Please take care of yourself and eat properly uh. Don't cry too much, later eye will be very dry. HAHAHAHA. I'll get my indo SIM card as soon as possible alright. And&amp;amp; can facebook and all that. Hopefully can text much too (: hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Peace! &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/7385142723574890807-1848035606790100832?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/1848035606790100832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=1848035606790100832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1848035606790100832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1848035606790100832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-yo.html' title='CNY YO'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUxNZ2TNE4I/AAAAAAAABH0/T27O4TzeMHg/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-4822127209999558284</id><published>2011-01-30T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:29:45.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUWD3prLcSI/AAAAAAAABHc/N2uJl1f09SI/s1600/IMG_1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUWD3prLcSI/AAAAAAAABHc/N2uJl1f09SI/s320/IMG_1183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568001506416488738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today's an awesome day. Though it sucked big time that it had to rain heavily. But who cares. Met up with B and went to the temple together. Prayed and all. Showed B where's daddy's tablet. Hmmm then left temple and went to 313 for lunch! SUPERDOG! She had chill dog and I had my bacon ripper and chilli cheese fries... (huge one). HAHA! and&amp;amp; I ended up eating 1/4 of her chilli dog because she couldn't finish it. After that, I was still hungry. Met up with bro and&amp;amp; his friends for their break and&amp;amp; I had 2 egg pratas. OOHHYEAHHH. Then B was like so damn shocked when she saw how much I could eat. HAHAHA! She was like, "EH walau you damn scary eh can eat so much!" So after that, wanted to go to KFC because I was still feeling hungry. Then we went to Cineleisure and&amp;amp; sat at Koufu. Wanted to eat noodles but she didn't let me lor... SO MEAN! grrr... Then took train and&amp;amp; sent B home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mom didn't wanna eat so went to Grandma's house and&amp;amp; fell asleep. Then we had dinner. One big bowl of fish slice beehoon. AWESOME to the max. Ended up eating Grandma's portion too. HAHAHA! But then again, I'm hungry already. Oh well, who am i to judge? I have raging hormones. HAHAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So the posting results?? Ngee Ann Polytechnic : Aerospace Electronics! YEAH MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Congrats to everyone for getting into the schools you want. We gotta meet up soon k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AITE PEACE!! &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/7385142723574890807-4822127209999558284?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/4822127209999558284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=4822127209999558284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4822127209999558284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4822127209999558284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/01/awesome-day.html' title='awesome day'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TUWD3prLcSI/AAAAAAAABHc/N2uJl1f09SI/s72-c/IMG_1183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-8198120714401975658</id><published>2011-01-25T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:30:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owed post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TT7siIMWQjI/AAAAAAAABHU/2XTtx1acEVA/s1600/bird2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TT7siIMWQjI/AAAAAAAABHU/2XTtx1acEVA/s320/bird2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566146260535493170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TT7sh6trSKI/AAAAAAAABHM/-3QnuSkTOhA/s1600/bird1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TT7sh6trSKI/AAAAAAAABHM/-3QnuSkTOhA/s320/bird1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566146256917186722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TT7sh6OhhwI/AAAAAAAABHE/Apw_6USkCfo/s1600/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TT7sh6OhhwI/AAAAAAAABHE/Apw_6USkCfo/s320/bird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566146256786523906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As you can read from the above title... I owe someone a post. HAHA. ELI mama. So she FINALLY went online on msn to send me songs and we ended up chatting a lot. and&amp;amp; we were talking on the phone while video calling on msn. HAHAHA so funny. Then we took retarded pictures of ourselves. and&amp;amp; yeah, i cut my hair... Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;JAE posting results tomorrow... Kinda nervous and upset because I know the people I wanna be in the same school, will not be in the same school as me. HOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Please keep in touch peepz... I'm missing all of you already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okeh PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-8198120714401975658?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/8198120714401975658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=8198120714401975658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8198120714401975658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8198120714401975658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/01/owed-post.html' title='Owed post.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TT7siIMWQjI/AAAAAAAABHU/2XTtx1acEVA/s72-c/bird2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3477851018513815028</id><published>2011-01-17T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:37:10.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fact 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's cute when the girlfriend wears her boyfriend's shirt because it'll most likely to be oversized and he'll totally love that his girl looks cute in his shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm just saying... HAHA&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/7385142723574890807-3477851018513815028?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3477851018513815028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3477851018513815028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3477851018513815028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3477851018513815028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/01/fun-fact-2.html' title='Fun Fact 2'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3001118974492659677</id><published>2011-01-17T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:33:43.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of The Year FUN FACT 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I dunno whether it's just me but I think when I see a girl putting on heels... It's just such a huge turn-on. No, I don't mean seeing her in heels. I mean, seeing the whole process of her slipping her feet into the heels and gracefully standing up and&amp;amp; walking in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm random, I know. Guess I'll be posting these kinda random stuff that I like these days. HAHA peace.&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/7385142723574890807-3001118974492659677?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3001118974492659677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3001118974492659677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3001118974492659677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3001118974492659677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-post-of-year-fun-fact-1.html' title='First Post of The Year FUN FACT 1'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3502705408872739150</id><published>2010-12-25T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:39:23.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTK6EoZEMI/AAAAAAAABG8/NeobacbfJ40/s1600/Christmas%2BTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTK6EoZEMI/AAAAAAAABG8/NeobacbfJ40/s320/Christmas%2BTree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554287339479044290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Tree (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTK501YlfI/AAAAAAAABG0/6m8EXvED4kw/s1600/Ho%2BYang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTK501YlfI/AAAAAAAABG0/6m8EXvED4kw/s320/Ho%2BYang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554287335238571506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HoYang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKqQjgm-I/AAAAAAAABGs/nswwF7nQTHw/s1600/Ho%2BYi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKqQjgm-I/AAAAAAAABGs/nswwF7nQTHw/s320/Ho%2BYi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554287067801885666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HoYi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKqBbQFeI/AAAAAAAABGk/juPHIbDfXGc/s1600/Aunty%2BEvelyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKqBbQFeI/AAAAAAAABGk/juPHIbDfXGc/s320/Aunty%2BEvelyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554287063740716514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUTE AUNTY EVELYN!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKp9YWTeI/AAAAAAAABGc/ymdOUlAUBSQ/s1600/Aunty%2BEvelyn%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKp9YWTeI/AAAAAAAABGc/ymdOUlAUBSQ/s320/Aunty%2BEvelyn%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554287062654799330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKp19sycI/AAAAAAAABGU/9uHuJ4sNpkQ/s1600/Fiza%2Bsupervisor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKp19sycI/AAAAAAAABGU/9uHuJ4sNpkQ/s320/Fiza%2Bsupervisor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554287060663978434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supervisor Fiza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKpjR_KFI/AAAAAAAABGM/mYS1EM83EfY/s1600/Sherline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKpjR_KFI/AAAAAAAABGM/mYS1EM83EfY/s320/Sherline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554287055648794706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The really innocent and sweet senior Sherline (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKD7UCX7I/AAAAAAAABGE/r56z0TnUrc4/s1600/Jennie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKD7UCX7I/AAAAAAAABGE/r56z0TnUrc4/s320/Jennie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286409264816050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Manager Jennie (Angel) HAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKD16eOuI/AAAAAAAABF8/gVvsLIjQl3k/s1600/Su%2BLin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKD16eOuI/AAAAAAAABF8/gVvsLIjQl3k/s320/Su%2BLin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286407815412450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice senior with many pets, Su Lin (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKDkHQhkI/AAAAAAAABF0/lTNhLp1PJ-U/s1600/Fiza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKDkHQhkI/AAAAAAAABF0/lTNhLp1PJ-U/s320/Fiza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286403037201986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Top and&amp;amp; Bottom) The helpful seniors who said i'm cute to just walk =.= HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKDaoI_uI/AAAAAAAABFk/Us9b7j9pzQE/s320/5286869015_9f6bcda9ee_z.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286400490766050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTKDbgjY4I/AAAAAAAABFs/w8PmS6DW2Zk/s320/Aunty%2BSamantha.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286400727376770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aunty Samantha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS! santa requested for me to update my blog. HAHAHA! so here i am. hmmm i shall update about my new workplace. Thanks to Hoyang and&amp;amp; Hoyi for introducing me to this job. so made friends with many colleagues. they're really very nice to me. my seniors, supervisor and manager... now and&amp;amp; then, there will be some really nasty customers that are extremely unreasonable (shall not further elaborate on the silly things they expect) but the seniors kept encouraging me to not be so disheartened and&amp;amp; continue on. they also gave me lots of sweets, chocolates and&amp;amp; more. HAHA! they're all so sweet and&amp;amp; patient with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then, the company decided to be in the christmas spirit for christmas eve and&amp;amp; told us that we need to wear GREEN, RED AND&amp;amp; WHITE. either that, or a theme related to christmas. so yeah Hoyang helped me out and&amp;amp; yeah i managed to find a matching outfit and&amp;amp; totally looked like a christmas tree. HAHAHA!! and&amp;amp; the manager Jennie wore like an angel outfit with halo and&amp;amp; wings! HAHA! and&amp;amp; Aunty Evelyn looked so cute with her outfit! so during the party, they told us to catwalk, yes catwalk. so i just kept walking because i don't do these kinda things. HAHA! then two seniors were like, HAHA NICKY YOU DAMN CUTE JUST KEEP WALKING ONLY. then what sia! HAHA!!! Hoyang just walked all the way as well! HAHA! power lah both of us. okay have fun looking at the pics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I never celebrated Christmas before but yeah... will be going out with B later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OKEH PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-3502705408872739150?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3502705408872739150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3502705408872739150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3502705408872739150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3502705408872739150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TRTK6EoZEMI/AAAAAAAABG8/NeobacbfJ40/s72-c/Christmas%2BTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-8446392163516311324</id><published>2010-12-14T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:43:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TQZNNoFjl4I/AAAAAAAABFY/sjya9NogkR0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TQZNNoFjl4I/AAAAAAAABFY/sjya9NogkR0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550208487275075458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HELLO SEXY PEOPLE, i am FINALLY updating again... because everyone's been bugging me to. so yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;technically, yesterday... woke up super early in the morning to go gym again... after gym session, met bb at mrt and&amp;amp; went over to my place! woohoo! so ordered pizza... and&amp;amp; she has the cutest way of ordering pizza. like... "Hello? Hi (: " HAHAHAHA! will say Hi again. so nice. hahahaha!! so we watched movies and&amp;amp; ate lots of pizza. well, i did not her. hmmm... simple date but yeah that's what i call a perfect and&amp;amp; sweet date. LOVE IT (: and&amp;amp; yeah hope she loves it too... but she got gastrics later and&amp;amp; i felt really bad. OH and&amp;amp; i took pictures of myself with her IPHONE4 when she was in the toilet. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gonna head to gym today (technically) and&amp;amp; tomorrow again. because i might be working after that and&amp;amp; i don't think i will have the time to work out anymore. i don't wanna grow fat and&amp;amp; die. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the most important day of the year is coming in two days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay peace!&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/7385142723574890807-8446392163516311324?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/8446392163516311324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=8446392163516311324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8446392163516311324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8446392163516311324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweet-date.html' title='sweet date'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TQZNNoFjl4I/AAAAAAAABFY/sjya9NogkR0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3435885861332568149</id><published>2010-11-18T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:27:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom and&amp; N.U.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFN565usI/AAAAAAAABFI/GIgzNRZlcdo/s1600/DSC03073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFN565usI/AAAAAAAABFI/GIgzNRZlcdo/s320/DSC03073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540911021737753282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFNroFhfI/AAAAAAAABFA/A9Tk-48xpqc/s1600/DSC02947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFNroFhfI/AAAAAAAABFA/A9Tk-48xpqc/s320/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540911017900738034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFNHByWCI/AAAAAAAABE4/KOjlOMdt3O8/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFNHByWCI/AAAAAAAABE4/KOjlOMdt3O8/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540911008076421154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFNAf6p3I/AAAAAAAABEw/eiLBmu3duNs/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFNAf6p3I/AAAAAAAABEw/eiLBmu3duNs/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540911006323746674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFMdOLl6I/AAAAAAAABEo/BRr7dJGSrVY/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFMdOLl6I/AAAAAAAABEo/BRr7dJGSrVY/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540910996854118306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SO... I'm back! after so long. in summary, i was just too lazy to update because there was nothing much to update on. 'O' levels was alright... but not so confident about the results though. hmmm... so yesterday was PROM! how awesome is that! after much planning by cindy, eli, callie, sam, bharti, yvonne and I... here comes the day. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the committee members met up early at the hotel to set up everything like the balloons and&amp;amp; all. so since we used helium, the balloons floated. DOONG DOONG. haha. then we accidentally let go of some and&amp;amp; so many were high above the ballroom and&amp;amp; we were like SHIT how are we supposed to get that down. and&amp;amp; obviously the smarty pants mama of mine, eli, thought of using scotch tape on the bunch of balloons i was holding and&amp;amp; extend the string and&amp;amp; try to get the balloons on top. and&amp;amp; it was a success! HAHA! naturally. and&amp;amp; callie said she can see my future. ASS. haha. then we went to the room the hotel let us use and&amp;amp; chilled and&amp;amp; prepared there and&amp;amp; we look so freaking awesome. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and&amp;amp; prom was a success! ms chen compared me to someone and&amp;amp; said i look so handsome. HAHAHA funny. but yeah, everyone had fun and&amp;amp; even though i had no appetite and&amp;amp; was so tired, it was this bunch of people who made me have the time of my life. and&amp;amp; i am so glad that everything went well. took many many many pictures and&amp;amp; of course... the whole clique took one picture together and&amp;amp; we look so damn awesome! YEAH! yesterday was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and&amp;amp; today... woke up at 4pm. then dinner was my first meal. so went to novena with grandma and&amp;amp; bro. and&amp;amp; halfway, my slipper broke. damn it. then Cotton On didn't have slippers for my big feet... so no choice... had to go to... NEW URBAN MALE! haha! awesome. One For One. so bought one pair of slippers and&amp;amp; got another pair free. sad that i didn't get the one i want because no size (AGAIN, GRRRR)... but happy i have slippers. HAHA! yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFgP7ar1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/UP3fEiGGa7I/s1600/18112010119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFgP7ar1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/UP3fEiGGa7I/s320/18112010119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540911336883138386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFN565usI/AAAAAAAABFI/GIgzNRZlcdo/s1600/DSC03073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFN565usI/AAAAAAAABFI/GIgzNRZlcdo/s1600/DSC03073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;random shit moment... i lost a lot of weight. WHOA! okay. OH OH! i'm gonna work this weekend at suntec city convention centre for the IT SHOW. please come by and&amp;amp; see me. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okeh peace!!!&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/7385142723574890807-3435885861332568149?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3435885861332568149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3435885861332568149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3435885861332568149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3435885861332568149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/11/prom-and-num.html' title='Prom and&amp; N.U.M'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TOVFN565usI/AAAAAAAABFI/GIgzNRZlcdo/s72-c/DSC03073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-5959757152080241783</id><published>2010-09-25T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:00:43.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJ4cYh5vREI/AAAAAAAABD4/8C_1vWRk6iM/s1600/DSC07619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJ4cYh5vREI/AAAAAAAABD4/8C_1vWRk6iM/s320/DSC07619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520881400945787970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yeah, i am back blogging. why? because i am extremely bored and&amp;amp; there's nothing much to do on the net anymore. maybe it's a sign to tell me that i should be studying right now... but prelims just ended and&amp;amp; i have no mood to study that much anymore. yeahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so... apparently, a pig went to spam my blog with "pig"s =.= . and&amp;amp; yeah... I DO NOT TALK LIKE WHAT SHE WROTE IN MY PREVIOUS POST. seriously way different from how i type or talk. HAHAHA... epic fail lah trace. hmmm... and&amp;amp; that post uh, damn self-praise. HAHAHA. idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyway... tomorrow, gonna go over to nurul's house for open house. her mom insisted me to go no matter what. haha... yeah... today, tuition in the afternoon. dinner at paradise inn with aunty carol, doris and&amp;amp; ellen. treated us because mom's birthday is coming soon. aunty carol said i've grown taller but aunty doris said it seems so because i became skinnier. =.= hahahaha... they're both wrong, i suppose. i don't seem taller or skinnier. in fact i think i became fatter. power right, i know. hmmm... oh oh yesterday went out with bb for lunch and&amp;amp; the rain soaked us. shared ramen because we doubt we'll be able to finish much. then went to have frolicks! HAHA. awesome. and&amp;amp; bb sent me a picture of coco! my little white fluff... it's so fluffy i'm gonna die! HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;alright, i am feeling extremely tired and&amp;amp; my knuckles still hurt... i think i should turn in earlier tonight in case i can't wake up tomorrow. hahhh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh and&amp;amp; bb said if she ever calls and&amp;amp; hear me clubbing, i'm dead. oh no. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-5959757152080241783?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/5959757152080241783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=5959757152080241783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5959757152080241783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5959757152080241783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/09/seriously-bored.html' title='seriously bored.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJ4cYh5vREI/AAAAAAAABD4/8C_1vWRk6iM/s72-c/DSC07619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-944820121703575453</id><published>2010-09-19T04:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T05:17:48.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Important Day of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[ATTENTION]&lt;/span&gt; Very long post here (not intended for it to be long but oh well :/)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HELLO WELLO Trace is here again on demand of that pig. Demand one worrrr. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, YAY I turn 16 alr, on the 17th ^^ &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; someone haven't :&gt; Hee hee okay I shall try to blog in her perspective.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, 17th September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ame back from Bio paper in the morning. ): GONER. I didn't study much :/ Alright I shall learn to love the eye, heart, and plants more. (: Yeah then I took an awesome nap (I ASSUME HAHAHA) then woke up at 4 plus to get ready for Trace's AWESOME Bday surprise MUAHAHA. Picked out my fav shirt &amp;amp; awesome shoes, then headed to Vivo w/ bro. Told Trace I was studying FNN so she'll believe that I'm really studying at home when actually I'm at Vivo ^^ Yeap Clara suggested I go buy some huge balloon that says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" so I went to get one :D It says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" with stars all over, and the best part's that its BLACK :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUmAreBpcI/AAAAAAAABC4/EN15ro2bW9Q/s320/104.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518358711522928066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone stared when we took bus/train ): Nvm, after the day's over Trace will have to suffer that as well MUHAHAHAHA. (insert evil smile here) Yeah so then we met up with the lovely Clara &amp;amp; the gorgeous Oli @ Vivo, wonderful clique of the beautiful Trace (^^). Then they went off to meet her so bro &amp;amp; I hung out at the sky park (I googled that HAHA) till they came. So I saw them walking up the stairs then 'cause I too kan chiong cause I was afraid she'll see me, hence I bent down behind bro so he could hide me HAHA. Yes and it worked - she didn't see us ^^ Yeap yeap after a while..... I called Clara to ask where're they, so she answered and called me "Vonne" HAHA. Acting skills not bad sehhhh~ (her "act malay" style zzzz) HAHA. Yeahhh so I got their whereabouts and so we cleverly sneaked up to them and I nudged Trace's shoulder MUAHAHA. Yeah then when she saw me she went like WOAHHHHHHHHHHH (they exaggerated MY reaction so I had to exaggerate in her POV HAHAHA) then I gave her a hug :&gt; then gave her her presents + balloon (insert evil smile here), then we went to Marche for dinner ^^ I wanted to try her steak so badly (muahahaha) cause I all along wanted to try how "medium" done-ness for steak tasted like. But I didn't cause I saw the blood :( But I got my awesome potato rosti ^^ Yeah it was good. Her mashed potato was awesome too :DD Yeahh then she went to get her cam from her sis, then we took photos! After leaving Marche we roamed around to find awesome locations to take photos :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUm67CW3hI/AAAAAAAABDA/ph-0D07u8jY/s320/153+edit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518359712134258194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUoEB8DkOI/AAAAAAAABDI/fJzXpgHsOhY/s320/154+edit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518360968117326050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA poked Clara on this one, look at her big laugh HAHA (she's VERY ticklish LMAO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUkbwlmAoI/AAAAAAAABCw/MkfFZ7A8wPU/s320/144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh took plenty more, then Clara &amp;amp; Oli left for home. Went to Clarke Quay with Trace cause she wasn't satisfied with the amount of photos taken (HAHAHA). So yeah, apparently they were having this Mid Autumn Festival thingy. Went to get the awesome turkish ice cream, the guy pranked me so many times ): ): He didn't want to give me my ice cream lor. ): Then she kept laughing at me cause the guy kept pranking me ): So anw when I finally got it, we walked the long way back :D Went past the bungee rides, she was like "Lets go take this someday!!" &amp;amp; I was like NOOOOOOOO. ): Actually I really wna try but I scared ): SIGH. (HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUowu1V3gI/AAAAAAAABDQ/w18I3MM3r5k/s320/158+edit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518361736083004930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUo_H1rBvI/AAAAAAAABDY/CFoqD_ngtxs/s320/182+edit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518361983313446642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUpPJ9CbaI/AAAAAAAABDg/u1g3weZll9Y/s320/169+edit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518362258759118242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah she took this candid photo of me eating ice cream, &amp;amp; I LOVE IT ^^ Its now my Twitter, Facebook &amp;amp; MSN DPs :DDD&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright WOAH I just realized I wrote an essay! OMG sorray :D HAHA whoopsssss :p Okay that pig's sleeping alr hee DUH look at the time. HAHA. Kthxbye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-944820121703575453?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/944820121703575453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=944820121703575453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/944820121703575453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/944820121703575453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-important-day-of-year.html' title='Most Important Day of the Year'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJUmAreBpcI/AAAAAAAABC4/EN15ro2bW9Q/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2432422086396758672</id><published>2010-09-16T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:57:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>callie's 16th and&amp; 4th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJIiNBFhg5I/AAAAAAAABCg/E-V7_08eVpM/s1600/16092010057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJIiNBFhg5I/AAAAAAAABCg/E-V7_08eVpM/s320/16092010057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517510100507526034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yeahhhh so today is one of the special days. it's callie's and&amp;amp; yvonne's birthday! and&amp;amp; our 4th. awesome. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so yesterday went to vivo to get the cake all. met up with cindy and&amp;amp; in the end chose the cake at bread talk. so huge and&amp;amp; heavy. but it was worth it because callie was super shocked when she saw the cake and&amp;amp; smiled widely after that. hmmm... so we had cake then went home after that. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;now i shall talk about how were prelims so far... english was alright... physics was manageable. math was easier than i thought it would be. poa was a killer. ss too (definitely). literature was WHOA!!! haha. literature paper was okay... for set text, i wrote much more than i used to. and&amp;amp; for unseen prose, as usual. write very little. HAHA. so yeah... if anyone is reading this and&amp;amp; if you ever think "dude, you should stop blogging now and&amp;amp; start studying." then lemme tell you this... i do not see the point of not blogging and&amp;amp; being on hiatus all. i do not believe in not even giving myself a break. yes i actually DO study alright. and&amp;amp; people are hilarious now... they go on hiatus on their blogs and&amp;amp; all, but they're still on facebook. which i find very contradicting. BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hmmm... biology paper tomorrow... prepared to fail. power. i know. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and&amp;amp;... it's bb's birthday tomorrow! hope she enjoys her day tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aite i'm done here... PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-2432422086396758672?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2432422086396758672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2432422086396758672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2432422086396758672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2432422086396758672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/09/callies-16th-and-4th.html' title='callie&apos;s 16th and&amp; 4th.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TJIiNBFhg5I/AAAAAAAABCg/E-V7_08eVpM/s72-c/16092010057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2707990428942209472</id><published>2010-09-01T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:16:25.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TH5dw2ZPfuI/AAAAAAAABCY/-j-Xt1eqOM8/s1600/cam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TH5dw2ZPfuI/AAAAAAAABCY/-j-Xt1eqOM8/s320/cam3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511946087764557538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay... firstly, i am damn happy that i have the Plan B cap! awesomeness... HAHAHA. frankly, i have no idea what to blog about. i'm just too happy i have the cap. this is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: do you have a new one for this cap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dude 1: whoa... justin bieber sia this guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*all 3 dudes stares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dude 3: no we don't... but do you want that, justin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: uh yeah sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dude 2: justin, can i have your autograph? *laughs loudly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dude 3: eh don't disturb justin lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dude 2: like you never disturb! sorry ah justin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: HAHAHA thanks man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*after i bought the cap...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all 3 dudes: BYE BYE JUSTIN!! (waves retardedly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha that was how friendly but retarded they are back at the skate shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... so yesterday was teacher's day celebration. quite boring the whole time. only the moment AFTER the whole thing was better. haha. we had a party for mr cheng and&amp;amp; ms cher. then when they came down, zoe and&amp;amp; i smeared cream on them. best. so seniors came back and&amp;amp; we were damn nonsense too. with peanuts all. HAHA. then went home. headed for vivo to meet bb. she good lah. have polaroid all. then purposely stress me when take photo. grrr... HAHA... then walk a lot. now i gotta agree with her. shopping really IS a sport. it was damn tiring just to walk around. hmmm... then left around 8 plus. met grandma and&amp;amp; bro at novena for dinner. so yeah. fell asleep while texting... HAHA best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh that's it. PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ohhh... i want a Superman hoodie... HAHA&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/7385142723574890807-2707990428942209472?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2707990428942209472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2707990428942209472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2707990428942209472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2707990428942209472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/09/plan-b.html' title='Plan B.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TH5dw2ZPfuI/AAAAAAAABCY/-j-Xt1eqOM8/s72-c/cam3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2519683445377658166</id><published>2010-08-26T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:09:16.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/THaREWWD4rI/AAAAAAAABCQ/miai_SNSH08/s1600/26082010013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/THaREWWD4rI/AAAAAAAABCQ/miai_SNSH08/s320/26082010013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509750698037994162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so had a farewell party for mdm leow... she's such an awesome poa teacher and&amp;amp; she's leaving because of some NIE stuff. bummer... why does she have to leave so soon? hmmm... anyway, yeah... siva and&amp;amp; i organized with chng jie and&amp;amp; mithren for both our classes to have a farewell party for her. they got the cakes and&amp;amp; drinks while we got the pizza. when she came down, she was so surprised and&amp;amp; touched. yeahhh... i know i'm really gonna miss her. she's been so patient with me and&amp;amp; always lets me eat her food. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so went home after the party and&amp;amp; went back to school again for night study. because... it's mdm leow for poa and&amp;amp; mdm prema for ss. best. so mdm leow used the portable whiteboard thingy to teach us poa in the end. mdm prema was teaching other people, so couldn't study ss with her. hmmm... but yeah. i wrote all the nonsense stuff on the board. then mdm leow told me to write down the answers for depreciation question. haha. i felt like some kinda teacher. a POA TEACHER. more shocking in fact. hmmm... so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mdm leow and&amp;amp; ms cher are leaving by this week, which really sucks because we just got to know them better and&amp;amp; got closer to them. anyway, wished them all the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gonna watch step up 3d with bb and&amp;amp; peepz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aite! peace!&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/7385142723574890807-2519683445377658166?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2519683445377658166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2519683445377658166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2519683445377658166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2519683445377658166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/08/farewell-party.html' title='farewell party.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/THaREWWD4rI/AAAAAAAABCQ/miai_SNSH08/s72-c/26082010013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3267390376772923690</id><published>2010-08-21T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:38:41.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kyyy is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TG6vhJX-p3I/AAAAAAAABCA/TV_kQqUzbdc/s1600/10082010(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TG6vhJX-p3I/AAAAAAAABCA/TV_kQqUzbdc/s320/10082010(004).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507532378307733362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kyyy is back. sickening trace update my blog with all the PIGS in it. look who's talking. HAHA. hmmm... so yeah. shall talk a bit then end it. i'm feeling so shagged and&amp;amp; don't feel like using my lappy much longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so went out with bharti and&amp;amp; mithren one day (i forgot when) and&amp;amp; watched Inception. that movie was really awesome. and&amp;amp; i bought a Tech Deck from Boards &amp;amp; Stuff. awesome... and&amp;amp; i'm saving up for a new skateboard. mine's in a pathetic state and&amp;amp; i don't mind a simple one. as long as it's a full set. hmmm... then after the movie, we got Frolicks! (CUP C). HAHA funny shit. hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, yesterday, technically... bb came over to my house after her O level oral. that small girl's so happy that her's was alright. good luh she. mine was like crap throughout. then was poking her the whole time. so fun to annoy her. but i hit my head on the side of the bed. damn pain... oh and&amp;amp; bb said i cannot stare at her. always fail. so i ended up winking at her. and&amp;amp; her left eye winks damn cute! HAHA. after that, left house. headed for bishan to give dinner treat natasha. went to swensens and&amp;amp; we were all so full after the meal. best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah i'm feeling extremely tired now... PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-3267390376772923690?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3267390376772923690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3267390376772923690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3267390376772923690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3267390376772923690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/08/kyyy-is-back.html' title='kyyy is back.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TG6vhJX-p3I/AAAAAAAABCA/TV_kQqUzbdc/s72-c/10082010(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-472248544556914264</id><published>2010-08-14T01:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:14:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th.</title><content type='html'>Hello wello Trace here... So yeah that pig very conveniently asked me to help her blog so she can go sleep -.- V smart lor, tsk. Anw... according to what I know... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday the 13th was very productive for that pig. Got praised by teacher, then got called down to see P. For a good thing. Hahaha.. Yeah then after which went home, worked out, then went out to study w homies at Coffee Bean &amp;amp; had a PROPER dinner (I suppose). Hahaha. Fellow homiez of kyyy PLEASE make sure she eats properly. :D If that pig refuses, feel free to shove food into her mouth :D Muahahahahhaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and that pig sent me a photo of her coffee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TGWFkIQ7tlI/AAAAAAAABB4/TjGcbFbuomI/s320/skater2272.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504952975270590034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can yall pls look at it. Its like, so much whipped cream OMG fattening ttm. &amp;amp; the whole reason she sent me the pic is to show off how much whipped cream they put for her coffee -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyyy :  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NICE YOU KNOWWWWWWW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; they pumped like effing A LOT of caramel too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whipped cream is damn nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; when I didn't accept the pic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyyy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accept eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then stare at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg damn good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.- Funny lor. Okay since I've posted it there someone must be damn happy. Hahahaha. Okay I hear thunder and stuff, hope it's gna rain :DDD Then so shiok to sleep. Hahahaha. Unfortunately, someone scared of thunder &amp;amp; lightning D: Awww.. Hee hee kay I'm out TATA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7385142723574890807-472248544556914264?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/472248544556914264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=472248544556914264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/472248544556914264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/472248544556914264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TGWFkIQ7tlI/AAAAAAAABB4/TjGcbFbuomI/s72-c/skater2272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-422356464996869673</id><published>2010-08-10T02:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:37:21.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRUDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello wello Trace is bored so Trace is here to write nonsense :D Okay that pig went to sleep alr, tmr c'firm late for movie w homiezz, sleep so late confirm lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hogay idk what else to write :/ So tempted to go find her music thingy and delete it &gt;:D HAHA the music like annoying only. Tsk. K that pig requested for no gaga photos :( , so I shall post one. :DD Hahaha just jking, that pig will kill me so me shall be nice and me shall post a pic of that pig's beloved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TGBVkNCE6WI/AAAAAAAABBw/haMpj2Yu8w8/s320/ryansheckler.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503492825108769122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K he's pretty hot there HAHA. Yeah anyway... me is bored, should be studying but instead me is here writing rubbish haha I'M OUT KTHANKSBYE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7385142723574890807-422356464996869673?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/422356464996869673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=422356464996869673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/422356464996869673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/422356464996869673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/08/intruder.html' title='INTRUDER'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TGBVkNCE6WI/AAAAAAAABBw/haMpj2Yu8w8/s72-c/ryansheckler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-4316789901377974062</id><published>2010-08-07T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:21:23.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skateboarding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw2K25N8sI/AAAAAAAABBY/aknPt0z8TIk/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw2J7k3FQI/AAAAAAAABBI/LbR5W_wO0vM/s320/37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502332388978922754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw2JU6SaLI/AAAAAAAABBA/YbqRPK7R5MQ/s1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw2JU6SaLI/AAAAAAAABBA/YbqRPK7R5MQ/s320/38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502332378599811250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw2JDsT96I/AAAAAAAABA4/YgMmzoGTLBw/s1600/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw2JDsT96I/AAAAAAAABA4/YgMmzoGTLBw/s320/39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502332373977790370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1wimWUiI/AAAAAAAABAw/T_EEPUIqrnA/s1600/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1wimWUiI/AAAAAAAABAw/T_EEPUIqrnA/s320/40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502331952777548322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1wSETPVI/AAAAAAAABAo/p8Ii4iONfo8/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1wSETPVI/AAAAAAAABAo/p8Ii4iONfo8/s320/41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502331948339772754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1vzTsyVI/AAAAAAAABAg/tTJ_U6oLfug/s1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1vzTsyVI/AAAAAAAABAg/tTJ_U6oLfug/s320/42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502331940082862418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1vSGcX3I/AAAAAAAABAY/yFCaeceonmM/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1vSGcX3I/AAAAAAAABAY/yFCaeceonmM/s320/33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502331931168890738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1vKNMVyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/kfpELwQ-gMw/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw1vKNMVyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/kfpELwQ-gMw/s320/30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502331929049716514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday was so awesome. national day celebration at school... upper secondary classes had to use recycled materials to make an outfit with accessories. so there must be a model and&amp;amp; presenter to go on stage in front of the whole school. and&amp;amp; whole class including teacher sabotaged me to do presenting since i did many emcee-ing before. but it was fun though. siva was damn nervous abo.ut the hat falling off. haha. in the end, we managed to get 3rd place. awesome... so after school, rushed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quickly oiled my skateboard bearings. i swear, my skateboard is damn pathetic now. the grip paper is no longer rough anymore, so it can't grip anymore. my bearings are rusting. my trucks are slowly falling apart. new to do thing. save up money for a new complete skateboard. so met them at the interchange. the plan was to go east coast. but i didn't eat for the whole day. so we ended up going to kallang leisure park with the intentions of bowling. reached there and&amp;amp; ate at pastamania. went up to the bowling alley and&amp;amp; it was so packed. so instead, we went outside the stadium and skateboard. best... haha. so taught bharti the basics and&amp;amp; yeah, glad that she had a blast. mithren was trying to do an ollie. and&amp;amp; he jumped instead of jumping and&amp;amp; flipping the board. power sia... bharti was scared to flip it. but she succeeded in the end. left around 6 plus and&amp;amp; took the train home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, it was awesome. i'm so glad that nothing managed to destroy it for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's it. PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[oh... and&amp;amp; bb... remember... after O's. (: haha ]&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/7385142723574890807-4316789901377974062?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/4316789901377974062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=4316789901377974062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4316789901377974062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4316789901377974062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/08/skateboarding.html' title='skateboarding.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFw2K25N8sI/AAAAAAAABBY/aknPt0z8TIk/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3225000938103914495</id><published>2010-08-01T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:11:30.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFWAIq2jCTI/AAAAAAAABAI/FEaPrFuVmH4/s1600/skater2270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500443406333315378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFWAIq2jCTI/AAAAAAAABAI/FEaPrFuVmH4/s320/skater2270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here's the proof of the hardworking poa student. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as promised, here's another blog post. ever since friday, i have been sick. friday was just a very bad cough. then yesterday had flu. then today, have cough, sore throat, flu and&amp;amp; mild fever. great huh. and&amp;amp; yes... bb was right. went to the doctor around noon. he said i caught a flu virus infection. and&amp;amp; when he asked me to open my mouth and&amp;amp; stick out my tongue and&amp;amp; say "AHHH", i actually did and&amp;amp; felt like some small kid. *GASP* haha. then he said,"rest a lot at home. no pe for one whole week." and&amp;amp; i was like WHAT?! grrr... so i'll be sitting aside watching all my friends having fun. i can't eat all the good food. bummer... i've been eating porridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so yeah... i can't talk much because it hurts when i talk and&amp;amp; i've partially lost my voice. sucks, i know. i don't really know what to update on... except that i scolded my air rifle juniors when i went back on wednesday. but yeah... school's pretty much boring now. all the work they push to us is exhausting. i guess i have to endure a few more months. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess i should go do work now and&amp;amp; rest earlier if not bb would scold me. HAHA. okeh. PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-3225000938103914495?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3225000938103914495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3225000938103914495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3225000938103914495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3225000938103914495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TFWAIq2jCTI/AAAAAAAABAI/FEaPrFuVmH4/s72-c/skater2270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2043545739908668733</id><published>2010-07-26T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:19:11.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plane day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YXCEQuII/AAAAAAAABAA/08Om_nkpjYU/s1600/24072010(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218241548400770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YXCEQuII/AAAAAAAABAA/08Om_nkpjYU/s320/24072010(003).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YWgbdDVI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ekbzV1ALcnA/s1600/24072010(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218232518872402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YWgbdDVI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ekbzV1ALcnA/s320/24072010(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; say hi to the future pilot that will take you to the skies (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YWeM2FqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/sgJKGf3a0wA/s1600/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218231920727714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YWeM2FqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/sgJKGf3a0wA/s320/DSC02681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my future school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YV7ycxEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BRI4W27O_fw/s1600/DSC02741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218222683210818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YV7ycxEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BRI4W27O_fw/s320/DSC02741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;amp; my future first training plane. HAHA! (BIG DREAMS HUH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah the only reason why i am updating is because bb asked me to... see i'm so nice and&amp;amp; NOT stubborn. haha. anyway, i shall talk about saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;woke up late and&amp;amp; made mithren wait very long at the mrt. in the end, took a cab to temasek polytechnic. i received an invitation from them to go over for the School of Engineering tour because i have applied for Aviation in my DPA. so yeah. reached early and&amp;amp; tried to find our way. and&amp;amp; because of my awesomeness, i found our way eventually. haha. then had an introduction and&amp;amp; ate the nasi lemak which was damn awesome. so had a gist of all the engineering courses. then finished early. then met brenda and&amp;amp; hoyang! how awesome! haha. so we went to toa payoh interchange together. headed home. met bro at the bus stop. skipped tuition because i was tired. went to novena with mom for lunch. then met uncle john and&amp;amp; they brought me to Seletar to see the planes there! me is a happy kid. haha. went home and&amp;amp; felt so shagged. and&amp;amp; as usual, i fell asleep while texting bb. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh so i shall talk about today too. since i'm posting today... so you know... it has to somewhat be about today? get it? sorry, i'm just trying to fill up my post so that it'll look like i had put in a lot of effort and&amp;amp; time in writing this. haha. so yeah. had roundest for PE today again. damn awesome. it was so funny lah. my team was basically doing all the sliding and&amp;amp; grabbing and&amp;amp; running wrong directions all... damn funny lah. and&amp;amp; i'm feeling scared for F&amp;amp;N coursework B. handing in TOMORROW already. power lahhh. ohhhhhhh and&amp;amp; bb was worried if i brought jacket to school today because it was raining like crazy today... awwwwww... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh that's it. expect another blog post in like another week or so. HAHA! peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7385142723574890807-2043545739908668733?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2043545739908668733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2043545739908668733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2043545739908668733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2043545739908668733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/07/plane-day.html' title='plane day.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TE2YXCEQuII/AAAAAAAABAA/08Om_nkpjYU/s72-c/24072010(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-7463308782396734349</id><published>2010-07-18T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:04:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TEH-WV-fq-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/DCYH0muqadA/s1600/DSC06879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494952680178559970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TEH-WV-fq-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/DCYH0muqadA/s320/DSC06879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TEH-WIMz4rI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/rS1Y2olKXLY/s1600/DSC06876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494952676480508594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TEH-WIMz4rI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/rS1Y2olKXLY/s320/DSC06876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TEH-VpgimdI/AAAAAAAAA_I/o-tcOIfGcZ0/s1600/DSC06880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494952668241762770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TEH-VpgimdI/AAAAAAAAA_I/o-tcOIfGcZ0/s320/DSC06880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i look like some fascinated small kid ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha. i haven't been blogging for almost one month now. i'm shocked that for this year so far, this is my 25th post. so little uh?! okay. i shall TRY to update more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... i'm kinda bummed about some issues. am i supposed to blame her? or all of them? if it wasn't for her, they wouldn't leave. but if they did bother in the first place, they wouldn't leave. my solution? i shall try to forget about it like it doesn't even bother me at all. as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh enough emo-ness. happy parts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was the second on the 16th! know what i'm talking about? yes? no? never mind. it's for me to know. anyway, met up with b at novena and&amp;amp; took a cab down to marina barrage. she was like scolding me throughout the whole journey that i should've told her that we're going there so she could've brought her dslr along to take pictures... tsk... so anyway, sat at an awesome spot. oh and&amp;amp; when i asked her what food we'll be having, she said, "something salty? (with hopeful eyes =.= )" what a thing to ask an f&amp;amp;n student. hahaha. then when i took out the rock candy, she couldn't see because it was dark and&amp;amp; she asked, "is that salt??? (with hopeful eyes again =.= )" obviously not lahhh.. who would bring salt out?! haha. anyway, ate... then chatted. left and&amp;amp; tried to find our way out. haha. waited a long time for the bus so she started taking photos. so bus came and&amp;amp; went to marina bay mrt. oh yeah... b, i love the way we jaywalked. went home... and&amp;amp; fell asleep after bathing. haha... best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... let's watch Despicable Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'S SO FLUFFY, I'M GONNA DIE!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha... aite... peace!&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/7385142723574890807-7463308782396734349?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/7463308782396734349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=7463308782396734349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7463308782396734349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7463308782396734349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/07/second.html' title='SECOND.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TEH-WV-fq-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/DCYH0muqadA/s72-c/DSC06879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2842823689387305021</id><published>2010-06-21T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T03:26:35.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first and&amp; pasir ris.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qxk2-rRI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TKm1IQSPwTQ/s1600/pasir+ris+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484938796124253458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qxk2-rRI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TKm1IQSPwTQ/s320/pasir+ris+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qKJ2BJpI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_lGAvylYNzs/s1600/pasir+ris+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484938118857565842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qKJ2BJpI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_lGAvylYNzs/s320/pasir+ris+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qJlKzjaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1H0wPY3zZb0/s1600/pasir+ris+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484938109012643234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qJlKzjaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1H0wPY3zZb0/s320/pasir+ris+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qJWDS_FI/AAAAAAAAA-o/-9iWF9nUPxw/s1600/pasir+ris+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484938104954616914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qJWDS_FI/AAAAAAAAA-o/-9iWF9nUPxw/s320/pasir+ris+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qIVaIG1I/AAAAAAAAA-g/DEyVk2DS8xQ/s1600/pasir+ris+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484938087602068306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qIVaIG1I/AAAAAAAAA-g/DEyVk2DS8xQ/s320/pasir+ris+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qHPhcftI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/9LxuU58BjKM/s1600/pasir+ris+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484938068842282706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qHPhcftI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/9LxuU58BjKM/s320/pasir+ris+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, so it was the first on wednesday. went out with b. met up at compass then followed her to school to meet up with her friends. clara had the BEST reaction,"OMG! it's the 16th!!!" haha. i couldn't stop laughing. went to vivo. ate at Thai Express. then chilled outside for a while then went to watch The Killers. AWESOME MOVIE. serious. so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on thursday, went to do ez link card. on friday, went out with b again to study. went to bishan library and&amp;amp; studied there. brandon called when i was walking there and&amp;amp; that idiot purposely disturb about me studying. grrr... so yeah. after studying, went to watch Karate Kid. AWESOME MOVIE too. hilarious and&amp;amp; sad parts... so bro called after the movie and&amp;amp; asked if we wanna meet him and&amp;amp; her (someone who shall not be named. haha). so went to orchard at Heeren to meet them. had ice cream. and&amp;amp; how they became friends? through me. they disturbed me the WHOLE TIME and&amp;amp; laugh at me. tsk... sickening. nehmind. i'm so nice as to let them do that so they'd know each other better. hmmm... then sent b home and&amp;amp; met up with family for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on saturday, went to pasir ris park with bharti, deborah and&amp;amp; mithren. sad that the rest couldn't make it. but we still had loads of fun. met up at toapayoh interchange then went to pasir ris. had macd for lunch then took the bus to the park. had fun in the water and&amp;amp; on the sand, playing volleyball, running on sand, catch fish, dissect and&amp;amp; bury crabs, riding bicycle and&amp;amp; played a few stuff at the playground. yeahhh... had so much fun with them. got so tanned (i love it). got dark and&amp;amp; went back home. and&amp;amp; photos are credited to the NICKY. yeahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so sunday... went out for lunch and&amp;amp; dinner. slept at home the whole time in between. yeah. and&amp;amp; someone's text had to ruin my mood. hmmm... then had moments... where i felt so useless. yeah... okeh i shall stop my essay writing. forced to update my blog because of b, eli, bro and&amp;amp; aven. yeah. going out to do ic later. then prolly meet up with b... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah... PEACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7385142723574890807-2842823689387305021?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2842823689387305021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2842823689387305021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2842823689387305021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2842823689387305021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-and-pasir-ris.html' title='first and&amp; pasir ris.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TB5qxk2-rRI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TKm1IQSPwTQ/s72-c/pasir+ris+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-6563827193663999200</id><published>2010-06-06T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T02:48:34.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TAqZ7K9wMHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/bqrRcJmRq50/s1600/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479361138484326514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TAqZ7K9wMHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/bqrRcJmRq50/s320/DSC06436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't feel like blogging. but forced to because someone threatened me. grrr... now change back your font colour! haha. aite. shall talk about my days since i am not allowed to talk crap. grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... went out to vivo with b on tuesday. watched Prince of Persia. awesome movie... after that, went to 3rd level to thaw myself. apparently SOMEONE was 1 and&amp;amp; a half hours late. so i was in an air conditioned shopping mall plus movie theatre for HOURS. so yeah. hahaha. went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wednesday, had school. then had 3 hours of tuition. boring. thursday, had school again. had 3 hours of tuition again. more boring. luckily i brought my skateboard. haven't been skateboarding for so long!!! friday, had school again. poa, but not so long. didn't have tuition. better. went out with b. best. haha. had lunch at pizza hut. then went to orchard. walked around. met so many of her school friends there and&amp;amp; she got so irritated. funny lah. i just had to curse her more. it really did happen! more of her friends showed up. hahaha. it was so hilarious. her reaction, BEST. then seperated and&amp;amp; went to novena to meet grandmother, mom and&amp;amp; bro for dinner at... MOSTER RAMEN! yeah man. haha. then went home. tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so today... had tuition again. went home. showered, had dinner. then went out with mom to meet Om De. took a cab to clarke quay. love the night life there. wish i could go there every saturday night and&amp;amp; get drunk and&amp;amp; high. WOOOHOOO! yeah. let's all go there aite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... gotta turn in early! gonna go temple early in the morning. then having tuition in the afternoon again. grrr... i don't have a life anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b, sorry for forgetting that awesome date... haha. and&amp;amp; i have no idea what i should do on that day for you. i am hopeless. grrr...&lt;/em&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/7385142723574890807-6563827193663999200?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/6563827193663999200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=6563827193663999200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6563827193663999200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6563827193663999200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-times.html' title='awesome times.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TAqZ7K9wMHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/bqrRcJmRq50/s72-c/DSC06436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-4000048696444523906</id><published>2010-05-30T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:33:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TAF57oo9h2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/O0PUaFsnKSE/s1600/DSC00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476792687287699298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TAF57oo9h2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/O0PUaFsnKSE/s320/DSC00125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oooooooh... look at the time. haha. yeah, still up. can't sleep. talking to someone. wondering who? not telling. haha. yeahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, having tuition. same tutor with deborah. he's nice. hopefully this tuition works out. hmmm... i really wonder what's been going on with everyone lately. like, wtf is happening? why the sudden change? why are our problems almost like those in drama serials? please tell me that what we're going through is just a tv show. i'd rather be humiliated than know that what has been happening was true. urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh, many things have been bugging me lately. and&amp;amp; i kept taking it out on her. wtf is wrong with me...? she didn't do anything wrong but yet she's been so understanding and&amp;amp; patient and&amp;amp; took in all my crap! i deserve a punch or a knock in the head... hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh shall end this post. PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you noticed what everyone else didn't. and&amp;amp; you stayed when everyone else left&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-4000048696444523906?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/4000048696444523906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=4000048696444523906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4000048696444523906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4000048696444523906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/05/bummer.html' title='bummer...'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/TAF57oo9h2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/O0PUaFsnKSE/s72-c/DSC00125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-9074279719999265976</id><published>2010-05-22T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:21:46.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black and&amp; blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S_fn-Gw9rMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/erzc1GKfttc/s1600/22052010264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474098926246014146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S_fn-Gw9rMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/erzc1GKfttc/s320/22052010264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeahhh... i'm a happy kid today. even though i woke up at 9am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so mom woke me up to go to the immigration there to do my new passport. i was still so sleepy... grrr... after that, headed to harbourfront and&amp;amp; vivo city to check out the batam trips. and&amp;amp; mom bought me slippers! awesome. so went to Kintamani Indonesian Restaurant at Furama Riverfront Hotel to eat. had buffet. ate so much. i was loving the soup. had three rounds. nice. but i feel ultra fat now. my work out has gone to waste. bummer... so mom insisted on buying me a watch. she said my results allow me to only have a watch. and&amp;amp; also because so that i will know what's the time and&amp;amp; not be late. haha. so went down to orchard. got the watch. awesomer. then walked around some more and&amp;amp; headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;headed out to novena for dinner with family. then went home. feel so tired now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh peace out!&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/7385142723574890807-9074279719999265976?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/9074279719999265976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=9074279719999265976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/9074279719999265976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/9074279719999265976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/05/black-and-blue.html' title='black and&amp; blue.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S_fn-Gw9rMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/erzc1GKfttc/s72-c/22052010264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-6090388554785876211</id><published>2010-05-17T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:37:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S_DWCyDVZvI/AAAAAAAAA94/iCpTawf4-ps/s1600/11102009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472108890538993394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S_DWCyDVZvI/AAAAAAAAA94/iCpTawf4-ps/s320/11102009(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be awed/ fascinated/ amazed/ mesmerized/ afraid/ terrified/ petrified/ horrified/ frightened/ scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YEAH... mid-year exams are finally over. free from the stress of studying so hard. but here comes the stress of knowing and&amp;amp; being afraid of the results. bummer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aite. peace!&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/7385142723574890807-6090388554785876211?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/6090388554785876211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=6090388554785876211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6090388554785876211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6090388554785876211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-one.html' title='here&apos;s one.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S_DWCyDVZvI/AAAAAAAAA94/iCpTawf4-ps/s72-c/11102009(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2028039890136281247</id><published>2010-05-01T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:46:19.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah. that chopsticks created a twitter account for me. thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's at the first navigation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-2028039890136281247?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2028039890136281247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2028039890136281247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2028039890136281247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2028039890136281247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/05/twitter.html' title='twitter.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-6238963453193048175</id><published>2010-04-28T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:41:54.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruined it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9gCxnf0TUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6pwZz-5s_3o/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465121199253376322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9gCxnf0TUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6pwZz-5s_3o/s320/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, i have bruises all over me and&amp;amp; it hurts like crazy. hmmm. and&amp;amp; someone totally ruined my day right in the morning. and&amp;amp; it went on and&amp;amp; on. wow. can't you tell that i am irritated by you? get outta my head for goodness sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... don't really feel like blogging. just doing it for the sake of keeping it alive i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dunno if i should have said that to you... and&amp;amp; i dunno if i saw what i saw. &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/7385142723574890807-6238963453193048175?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/6238963453193048175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=6238963453193048175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6238963453193048175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6238963453193048175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/ruined-it.html' title='ruined it.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9gCxnf0TUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6pwZz-5s_3o/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2913580046311699391</id><published>2010-04-25T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:49:46.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>devi's 17th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWQrOrJiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Cqe5qIPHg28/s1600/DSC02309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464087092389422626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWQrOrJiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Cqe5qIPHg28/s320/DSC02309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWQM8NjoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/BNRLbe9bEio/s1600/DSC02322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464087084258922114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWQM8NjoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/BNRLbe9bEio/s320/DSC02322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWPVbJbdI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZIcVX2VOnpM/s1600/DSC02319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464087069356289490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWPVbJbdI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZIcVX2VOnpM/s320/DSC02319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWO5DzIcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/2ao9qesdRtM/s1600/DSC02330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464087061742166466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWO5DzIcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/2ao9qesdRtM/s320/DSC02330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah. my wifey turned 17! haha. love you lah wifey. thanks for your thai express and&amp;amp; thanks for the movie. you looked damn sexy. HAHAHA! i really missed hanging out with you and&amp;amp; i hope we can do it more often again. hope you enjoyed your birthday yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, it was fun. it started off with cindy scolding me for being late and&amp;amp; making her wait. and&amp;amp; we were still early. haha. then ate at thai express. everyone sang birthday song for her. oh and&amp;amp; mutiara dewi was so high and&amp;amp; crazy the whole time! so shocking! haha. bought tickets for Monga. sat upstairs and&amp;amp; took many pictures before the movie. watched movie until 12 midnight. got home and&amp;amp; more drama. "AWESOME". what a total kill joy. anyway. no emo posts here aite. i should be happy. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh ending off now! peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29 more days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7385142723574890807-2913580046311699391?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2913580046311699391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2913580046311699391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2913580046311699391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2913580046311699391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/devis-17th.html' title='devi&apos;s 17th.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9RWQrOrJiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Cqe5qIPHg28/s72-c/DSC02309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-6219919325220537900</id><published>2010-04-22T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:01:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAZZUP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9BWro1MsFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wMKHmAS3JVk/s1600/DSC02228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462961655695323218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9BWro1MsFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wMKHmAS3JVk/s320/DSC02228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am finally blogging after so long. haha. yeah. many tests have been happening recently. didn't bother to update my dead blog. hmmm... guess this post is gonne be a little on the bright and dark side. bear with my nonsense yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh. bright side. mdm s has been extremely nice to be ever since that incident. but yeah. praising me in front of the whole class and&amp;amp; laughing at my jokes. not bad. hope she won't be a kill joy anymore. and&amp;amp; i did well for literature tests. i'm a happy kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dark side. well... struggling in my studies recently. trying to buck up. urgh. yeah. and&amp;amp; i wanted to tell you stuff, but i guess you don't notice stuff like you used to before. well, i kinda expected it. you're in a different environment and&amp;amp; you've met many other people. you wouldn't have time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh, ignore my upsetting section there. anyway, i'm used to being forgotten or ignored in the end. thanks. buh-bye peepz.&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/7385142723574890807-6219919325220537900?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/6219919325220537900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=6219919325220537900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6219919325220537900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/6219919325220537900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/wazzup.html' title='WAZZUP!'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S9BWro1MsFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wMKHmAS3JVk/s72-c/DSC02228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3150934646764316913</id><published>2010-04-10T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:10:48.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chill out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S8CULL9GcZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Gn8xGikKkP8/s1600/DSC05912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458525668281577874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S8CULL9GcZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Gn8xGikKkP8/s320/DSC05912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeahhh. so today, went out with the hamster tracy. i swear, you can die waiting for her. she'll take ages to come. haha. so anyway... we walked around to look for birthday present. then went to eat at yoshinoya. we were just being so retarded the whole time lah. that ego hamster. haha. fun lah. going out with her definitely can distract me away from all those stress and&amp;amp; sadness. hmmm. thanks furball. you made my day. haha. yeah, you still owe me potatoes for being late. yeah the weather is damn awesome today right? haha! yeah... oh and&amp;amp; we spent a lot of time at yamaha playing the guitar. she was also playing the CONGAS. power lah eh. got skills eh that girl. haha. and&amp;amp; i loved her killer stare when i talked about *eh hehm*. haha. and&amp;amp; her threat? kill me. thanks ah hamster. you're really dangerous for a small fluff. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&amp;amp; finally had my frolicks. happy kid. aite. peace!&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/7385142723574890807-3150934646764316913?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3150934646764316913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3150934646764316913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3150934646764316913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3150934646764316913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/chill-out.html' title='chill out.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S8CULL9GcZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Gn8xGikKkP8/s72-c/DSC05912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-555212317949047363</id><published>2010-04-07T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:35:16.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, i definitely screwed up today's air rifle competition. was very upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&amp;amp; that fat woman has to totally spoil my whole day by scolding me and&amp;amp; making me so pissed when it is clearly her fault and&amp;amp; she still pushes all the blame on me. great huh? what a very "responsible" teacher. effing bias. and&amp;amp; yeah, scolded me in front of whole class for being rude. right. look who spoilt my day with a huge lecture after that. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm pissed again. okeh. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-555212317949047363?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/555212317949047363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=555212317949047363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/555212317949047363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/555212317949047363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-day.html' title='what a day.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-7996430062020839186</id><published>2010-04-06T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:35:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and&amp; there it was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm afraid. tomorrow's air rifle competition and&amp;amp; i am not even ready for it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh and&amp;amp; thanks tracy for encouraging and&amp;amp; supporting me. best hamster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-7996430062020839186?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/7996430062020839186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=7996430062020839186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7996430062020839186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7996430062020839186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-there-it-was.html' title='and&amp; there it was.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-7246218049834178895</id><published>2010-04-05T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:16:33.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okeh best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have a wound on my hand and&amp;amp; it hurts and&amp;amp; bled like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-7246218049834178895?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/7246218049834178895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=7246218049834178895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7246218049834178895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/7246218049834178895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/okeh-best.html' title='okeh best.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-5293443696302006446</id><published>2010-04-02T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:55:11.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2zxFcQ7I/AAAAAAAAA84/eVWHpqq8SRg/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537892839146418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2zxFcQ7I/AAAAAAAAA84/eVWHpqq8SRg/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2znh7JWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2VCKMJKHOL0/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537890274256226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2znh7JWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2VCKMJKHOL0/s320/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2zGy5LxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/YvnFxYpuX6M/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537881487060754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2zGy5LxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/YvnFxYpuX6M/s320/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2y2a5BII/AAAAAAAAA8g/p7uHcotHM3A/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537877091419266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2y2a5BII/AAAAAAAAA8g/p7uHcotHM3A/s320/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday, there was sports day. and&amp;amp; yeah. our class was third for tug of war and&amp;amp; fourth for pushball. good job everybody. so for sports day, ran 3 rounds around and&amp;amp; got three wristbands. one from cindy because there wasn't any left and&amp;amp; because she pitied me. haha. then tug of war...... yeahhhhhh... it was super fun. kept pulling and&amp;amp; pulling. everybody even those not in the same class went to support us. thanks everybody for the encouragement. hmmm... so after sports day, rushed home. then went out to cineleisure with bharti, callie, cindy, deborah, eli and&amp;amp; samantha. ate pastamania and&amp;amp; watched "how to train you dragon". it was a really awesome movie. should see it. laughed like crazy. hmmm... so yeah. went home... bla bla bla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, woke up earlier than usual. prepared and&amp;amp; went to temple to pray. after temple, went to parkway parade to eat. and&amp;amp; ended up eating at DOME. haha. power lah eh. walked around. mom bought "FAME" dvd for me. grandma bought three same shirts but different colours for me at giordano. i'm a happy kid. haha. so now i have five same types of polo shirts but different colours. awesome lah. then walked around. ate crepe at delifrance. walked more. bought food again for dinner. went home and&amp;amp; mom cooked pasta with MEATBALLS. freaking awesome. i've been loving these days. hope there wouldn't be any more kill joys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh and&amp;amp; i freaking want those grey half-cab vans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's it peepos. PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7385142723574890807-5293443696302006446?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/5293443696302006446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=5293443696302006446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5293443696302006446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/5293443696302006446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/04/best.html' title='best.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7X2zxFcQ7I/AAAAAAAAA84/eVWHpqq8SRg/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-8095602469209677284</id><published>2010-03-29T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:48:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>power.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7CvO0by_TI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/vgehrXTzlTI/s1600/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454051817873931570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7CvO0by_TI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/vgehrXTzlTI/s320/DSC01984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, i know i haven't been updating my blog for weeks now. i won't apologize for that. it's my blog, i update whenever i want. haha. okeh. anyway, i can't really remember what has been happening. just that it's been so hectic these days and&amp;amp; i'm unsure of what i am supposed to do. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh i'm super effing happy that my design for class tee turned out awesome. haha. it looks really nice. but that's my opinion though. yeahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess what? awesome sunsilk hair is gone. i have to wait for like one or two months for it to grow back. and&amp;amp; until then, everyone (seriously), will be calling me small boy. they frigging said i look like a small boy with this hairstyle. but mithren put it in a nicer way luh. he said my hairstyle is like the child, fun and&amp;amp; easy going. haha. best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm. i can't remember what has been happening... just that i'm so effing stressed up about speech day and&amp;amp; air rifle competition. because air rifle trainings are on the same days as rehearsals, i have absolutely not enough time to train. so how the hell am i supposed to shoot well? plus, coach is expecting so much from me. i don't wanna let her down. but what choice do i have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have one last thing to address to everyone reading my blog. POTATOES SHOULD RULE THE WORLD! okeh power. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;peace out peepos!&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/7385142723574890807-8095602469209677284?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/8095602469209677284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=8095602469209677284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8095602469209677284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8095602469209677284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/03/power.html' title='power.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S7CvO0by_TI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/vgehrXTzlTI/s72-c/DSC01984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-8925231796219480708</id><published>2010-03-14T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:20:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5vJP15BZhI/AAAAAAAAA8I/7uw0vTESnnw/s1600-h/skater2229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448169448236213778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5vJP15BZhI/AAAAAAAAA8I/7uw0vTESnnw/s320/skater2229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5vJPXaX2II/AAAAAAAAA8A/R0yRD7_yJi8/s1600-h/skater2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448169440054597762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5vJPXaX2II/AAAAAAAAA8A/R0yRD7_yJi8/s320/skater2227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5vJO3c7HYI/AAAAAAAAA74/koKlnN2bnmE/s1600-h/cheeky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448169431475363202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5vJO3c7HYI/AAAAAAAAA74/koKlnN2bnmE/s320/cheeky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so the PESA emcee thing went well. we didn't screw up big time. well at least that woman didn't screw us up. hmmm... congrats to bharti, ufairah, da hye and&amp;amp; ilyas. they did their best. eh hehm. i don't wish to congratulate the other one. anyway, bharti, don't be disappointed or upset, you did a really FANTASTIC job yarrrrrrrr.. HAHA! don't let it pull your spirits down aite. hmmm... oh, i've been eating bananas these days and&amp;amp; my friends have been calling me monkey. thanks uh. (hint the sarcasm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh total results for common test 1 are out. i did badly. like really badly. stressed out enough. thanks for the added pressure for the air rifle competition too... on thursday, i just broke down. i couldn't take it anymore. i miss my dad, a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;recently, i've been down. thanks to those who have made my day and&amp;amp; cheered me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, today... was studying with brenda at united square macd. then received a text from my brother. met up and&amp;amp; bought adam lambert's deluxe edition cd. headed to bugis. waited for adam lambert. all the crazy screaming glambert fans were there. and&amp;amp; i swear, adam lambert looks so much better in person and&amp;amp; even in shirt and&amp;amp; jeans! he thanked all of us for coming out to meet him and&amp;amp; he appreciates that. like, which superstar would actually say that? haha. took some blur photos because idiots were pushing, blocking and&amp;amp; squashing me. well, at least i saw adam lambert. satisfaction in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chatting with jenina on msn. we were like damn high over something. took some shots too. and&amp;amp; apparently, i think tracy the lcog hamster has gone for fattening supper. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shit, there's math tuition at night. sad life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aite, shall end this post here. peace out peepos!&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/7385142723574890807-8925231796219480708?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/8925231796219480708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=8925231796219480708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8925231796219480708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/8925231796219480708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/03/adam-lambert.html' title='Adam Lambert.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5vJP15BZhI/AAAAAAAAA8I/7uw0vTESnnw/s72-c/skater2229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-1123501005507793687</id><published>2010-03-11T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:43:05.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humongosaur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5jzMT7nfnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/85qMdxdT-NQ/s1600-h/08022010240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447371142138920562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5jzMT7nfnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/85qMdxdT-NQ/s320/08022010240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, see my blog title? that's the bad word for the day. haha. i know, lame. there was this bunch of primary school kids who were damn noisy and&amp;amp; yeah made weird words and&amp;amp; thinks those words are bad words. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so these days... nothing much has been happening. tomorrow's PESA programme, will be doing emcee-ing again. seriously, i've been wondering... why do teachers keep choosing me as an emcee? is it because i speak really good? or is it because there isn't anyone else who are willing to do the job? should i be happy or upset? i don't know. hmmm... yeah. and&amp;amp; i'm involved in speech day. not emcee-ing, if you all are wondering. i'll be performing. some weird performance but yeah. don't care. i'm not alone. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, found out that there's a friendly air rifle competition next thursday. just great... i doubt i'll shoot well. just like the previous one. 322/400. sucks to the core right? i know. then the Nationals will be on the first week of April. how fast is that? hmmm... i feel like bailing. i don't think i can shoot well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh oh oh! sports day's on april fool's day. the awesome thing is that... the class jersey, is my design that i did for the front! i'm like damn happy that my design was chosen and&amp;amp; that many people liked it. the unawesome thing for sports day is that this year, it'll be held in school instead of the stadium. how sucky is that? the person in charge, i shall not mention who, decided to be so enthusiastic about the YOG and wants to have a 2010km run outside the school compound and&amp;amp; the WHOLE school has to run. like ksljdfnliakusrhfnlsknclauhwref!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh enough of this crap. should i change my hairstyle??? i don't know if i should be glad that everyone's been talking about me looking like justin bieber. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aite... that's it for now peepos! PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-1123501005507793687?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/1123501005507793687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=1123501005507793687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1123501005507793687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1123501005507793687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/03/humongosaur.html' title='humongosaur.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5jzMT7nfnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/85qMdxdT-NQ/s72-c/08022010240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-4037228326510524492</id><published>2010-03-08T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:42:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monkey bars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5UMlvhjjFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/E7T5NrgMSqU/s1600-h/Image0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446273166926384210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5UMlvhjjFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/E7T5NrgMSqU/s320/Image0297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so guess what happened on friday??? that's when i find out my friends were there for me. yeah. we were near the monkey bars. and&amp;amp; me being afraid of heights, didn't climb UP. i just swing swing. deborah tried to climb up many many times but couldn't make it. then they persuaded me to climb. but i didn't want to. so deborah made a deal with me that if she can climb up, i should try to climb it. and&amp;amp; stupid me thinking that she couldn't make it, promised. so she managed after the third try and&amp;amp; i was like OH CRAP. i tried climbing up then almost gave up. then they kept encouraging me. so i couldn't help it but force myself up. i reached the top and&amp;amp; i swear that was the first and&amp;amp; last time i would ever go up. it was super scary. plus, i took ages to go down. thanks everyone for trying to make me overcome my phobia of heights. even though it didn't really help because i was still shaking from the monkey bar incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... so went for the "TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD" literature play yesterday with ms ang and the literature group. the play was really awesome! the lighting effects and&amp;amp; the dramatic expressions of each characters really impressed me. oh and&amp;amp; met tracy and&amp;amp; anjel there. haha. that lcog hamster and&amp;amp; tiny person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing much these days. so yeah. i'll TRY to update whenever i can. peace!&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/7385142723574890807-4037228326510524492?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/4037228326510524492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=4037228326510524492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4037228326510524492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4037228326510524492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/03/monkey-bars.html' title='monkey bars.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S5UMlvhjjFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/E7T5NrgMSqU/s72-c/Image0297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-370408151745546202</id><published>2010-02-28T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:46:12.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4qBR8lBMmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/a2JJ-FycvSY/s1600-h/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443305244949820002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4qBR8lBMmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/a2JJ-FycvSY/s320/DSC02073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4qBRTMyu7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/cWUlQC7d7Jw/s1600-h/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443305233842355122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4qBRTMyu7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/cWUlQC7d7Jw/s320/DSC02053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4qBQxDYyCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Aw3tzFLAfus/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443305224676100130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4qBQxDYyCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Aw3tzFLAfus/s320/DSC02055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9h0kSTrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/iVhfyrYxHCo/s1600-h/DSC02079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443301119630659250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9h0kSTrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/iVhfyrYxHCo/s320/DSC02079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9hWbvNSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P_ORUc2f7N0/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443301111541740834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9hWbvNSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P_ORUc2f7N0/s320/DSC02082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9hB_5ezI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cv_Q6K5TAVM/s1600-h/DSC02083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443301106056264498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9hB_5ezI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cv_Q6K5TAVM/s320/DSC02083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9giN75MI/AAAAAAAAA6I/BYpxviT5hxg/s1600-h/DSC02084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443301097525208258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9giN75MI/AAAAAAAAA6I/BYpxviT5hxg/s320/DSC02084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9f_rX8KI/AAAAAAAAA6A/trjl7_r8qUU/s1600-h/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443301088253440162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p9f_rX8KI/AAAAAAAAA6A/trjl7_r8qUU/s320/DSC02086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8Vc-MEQI/AAAAAAAAA54/cwRlWYEj3uA/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443299807626793218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8Vc-MEQI/AAAAAAAAA54/cwRlWYEj3uA/s320/DSC02090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8VPa2mdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/cOZnTUMbTi4/s1600-h/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443299803988924882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8VPa2mdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/cOZnTUMbTi4/s320/DSC02093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8Uqn2pEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/i02IzLYnRBU/s1600-h/DSC02095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443299794111341634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8Uqn2pEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/i02IzLYnRBU/s320/DSC02095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8UBbbkUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/0mHAsOzByCo/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443299783053381954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8UBbbkUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/0mHAsOzByCo/s320/DSC02099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8TtnxqyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/o9WMT02B4fo/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443299777736452898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4p8TtnxqyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/o9WMT02B4fo/s320/DSC02100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeahhhh... i'm finally updating. awesome right? haha. sorry i haven't been updating. was caught up in common tests revision and&amp;amp; was lazy to update because there wasn't much to update on. hmmm... common tests was alright. was tearing up during english paper. missed my dad so much. math was a killer. physics was alright. biology was more to the easy side i guess. ss was a killer. literature, i managed to write two whole pages of essays. but QUANTITY does NOT mean QUALITY. poa was alright, for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so yesterday, went out with the peepz to celebrate cindy's birthday after common tests. she treated us dinner at Aston's at the grand cathay. it was awesome. walked around and&amp;amp; ended up at Starbucks at plaza singapura. we were very high and&amp;amp; retarded. it was awesome. i did a butterfly thing... everyone guessed it was a bird. but the best was callie. her answer was an eagle. far off... used hoyang's hair as my moustache too. it was super hilarious. hahaha... so yeah. headed home. deborah and&amp;amp; i went to the bus stop to take 131 together. haha... thank you deborah for sacrificing to walk at the deserted road just to company me. went home and&amp;amp; zhihui and&amp;amp; her mom was at my house. chatted a lot about that rapist. we couldn't stop laughing. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... air rifle competition on this tuesday. i'm definitely not prepared. what a bummer. we're leaving after school. after a long and&amp;amp; tiring day at school, how do they expect us to shoot properly? hmmm... someone boost my confidence level please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aite, i think i'll just end my post here. PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7385142723574890807-370408151745546202?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/370408151745546202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=370408151745546202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/370408151745546202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/370408151745546202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-days.html' title='better days.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S4qBR8lBMmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/a2JJ-FycvSY/s72-c/DSC02073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-4764607256336257670</id><published>2010-02-13T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:28:19.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S3aoxFBY8SI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/33g4frRi-x4/s1600-h/skater2190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437719161211515170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S3aoxFBY8SI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/33g4frRi-x4/s320/skater2190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S3aowSV-6bI/AAAAAAAAA5I/mnSh52hi_NA/s1600-h/skater2189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437719147607681458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S3aowSV-6bI/AAAAAAAAA5I/mnSh52hi_NA/s320/skater2189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S3aowHudglI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mXK37nWY9zM/s1600-h/skater2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437719144757559890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S3aowHudglI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mXK37nWY9zM/s320/skater2192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm glad that things turned out perfectly during CNY concert yesterday. so early in the morning, handed in f&amp;amp;n coursework and&amp;amp; left to prepare for concert. took nurayan's nerdy specs and&amp;amp; used it because it happened to match my whole nerd outfit. haha. so me and&amp;amp; eli only had one microphone. sucks, i know. but we made it through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so during the concert, our plan was that i pass eli the balloon and&amp;amp; wish her happy valentine's day. but she went on and&amp;amp; on. then we both forgot. hahaha. when i invited the teachers up on stage to sing the CNY song, i started walking and&amp;amp; keeping my cool. but eli started running after mr cheng and&amp;amp; i did too. but they both were running so far away. i entered and&amp;amp; chased after mrs wang (ms chen) instead. managed to grab her and&amp;amp; she gave up. persuaded mr lim and&amp;amp; mrs ooh when ms ang kept insisting that i should keep persuading them. so i did. and&amp;amp; they agreed. awesome... hehee... the quiz was also fun. no one bothered until i showed them the angbao they would get if they got it right. haha. it was for real. hmmm... so eli had to dance. so before i introduced modern dance, i was like," so can you all guess what's next?" some sec1 girls in front said modern dance. so i said," no, i'm gonna sing." they were kinda surprised. so yeah... i took one deep breath and&amp;amp; said," no, i'm just kidding." haha. then moved on with the performance. so yeahhh. seriously, it was the awesomest emcee job of all performance i ever did. grateful that mdm wong picked me to be the emcee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after performance, stayed in school to finish literature project with callie. headed to subway for lunch. cindy wanted to go to The Face Shop so i they ended up painting my nails and&amp;amp; i ended up painting deborah's nails too. painted her pinky, pink. HAHA! went home. then novena. and&amp;amp; ate hans. that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tomorrow's chinese new year. and&amp;amp; i can't wait to use my new clothes. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-4764607256336257670?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/4764607256336257670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=4764607256336257670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4764607256336257670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/4764607256336257670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='chinese new year eve!'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S3aoxFBY8SI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/33g4frRi-x4/s72-c/skater2190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-3425175132595730366</id><published>2010-02-06T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:37:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out all day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S21-mGca20I/AAAAAAAAA44/Uga7Hu53_o8/s1600-h/06022010210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435139518335998786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S21-mGca20I/AAAAAAAAA44/Uga7Hu53_o8/s320/06022010210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't remember how long it was since i've last blogged but i'm not gonna talk about each single day i've missed because i can't remember what has been happening. just that for air rifle practices, i've been getting more serious and&amp;amp; focused. coach and&amp;amp; assistant coach has been really nice and&amp;amp; i don't wanna disappoint them during the competitions... hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so this morning, went to toapayoh fork and&amp;amp; spoon food court to study with bharti, brandon, deborah and&amp;amp; samantha. went to eat at kfc where callie and&amp;amp; cindy came. then callie, cindy, samantha and&amp;amp; i headed for orchard cineleisure for movies. decided on the 4.45 show instead of the 2.40 show because we were already late. haha. brother called and&amp;amp; went to temple nearby to meet him and&amp;amp; mom. prayed and&amp;amp; went back to cineleisure to meet them. they ate some tofu cheesecake which sounded kinda gross, so i passed. watched TOOTH FAIRY and&amp;amp; damn hell that was awesome! bought frolicks after the show and&amp;amp; headed to 313 to meet mom and&amp;amp; brother. walked to heeren and&amp;amp; mom bought me TWO ELEMENT SKINNIES! awesome lah. ate at superdog and&amp;amp; headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;danced parts of Taeyang's "Wedding Dress" for brother and&amp;amp; he was damn impressed. me is a happy kid today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aite... that's it. PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-3425175132595730366?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/3425175132595730366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=3425175132595730366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3425175132595730366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/3425175132595730366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-all-day.html' title='out all day.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S21-mGca20I/AAAAAAAAA44/Uga7Hu53_o8/s72-c/06022010210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2697482107922504883</id><published>2010-01-25T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:04:49.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flu and&amp; cough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S12WidDoczI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LBYDU1igLuQ/s1600-h/GIRL+%26+BOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430662244338266930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S12WidDoczI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LBYDU1igLuQ/s400/GIRL+%26+BOY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what eli and&amp;amp; me did for values education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;urgh. woke up this morning to find that i was coming down with a serious flu and&amp;amp; cough. these days suck for me big time, seriously. first, i FLEW during PE on thursday and ended up with bruises all over me. then now i'm sick. wonderful. and&amp;amp; finding out something today made my day much worse. i can't believe what i saw actually. but yeah, the facts are there. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parent-Teacher Meeting on friday went well i guess. had encouragement from ms cher. it's awesome to know that she believes in me. i need all the support i need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somehow, i feel bad towards two particular teachers. first one is because i hurt her emotionally. WHOA. second one, i think i just need to learn to accept her as much as i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(writer's block...) shit. i'm stuck. i have no idea on what to write about. hmmm... oh yeah. there's air rifle tomorrow. competition's coming up real soon. more trainings. great... like i can cope with my studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's it peepos. peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385142723574890807-2697482107922504883?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2697482107922504883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2697482107922504883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2697482107922504883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2697482107922504883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/01/flu-and-cough.html' title='flu and&amp; cough.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S12WidDoczI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LBYDU1igLuQ/s72-c/GIRL+%26+BOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-2345752419602070701</id><published>2010-01-19T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:59:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger+sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S1WenQMmuxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/bOqXW8dhboc/s1600-h/me%2Bclone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428419323064924946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S1WenQMmuxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/bOqXW8dhboc/s320/me%2Bclone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. i wanna talk about why am i feeling all pissed and&amp;amp; upset. seriously, i can't handle it anymore. i failed math and&amp;amp; biology test. wonderful huh? anyway, ms ho was like super encouraging. she didn't scold or anything. she still was positive to me. i felt happy. but biology? wow. "nicky, you did horribly for your test." thanks a lot. super encouraging. what a way to start off. because of that teacher (i shall not name who), my whole of yesterday was ruined. she said so many hurtful things and&amp;amp; she didn't even believe me. best thing she said? "your brother is much better than you now." i swear the moment she said that, i could literally feel my face and&amp;amp; hands super hot. what to do? i have a teacher who is not supportive at all. fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, it's obvious i've been really busy these days. school work and&amp;amp; all. i didn't even have time to use my lappy. the only reason why i can find time to blog is because i'm doing my F&amp;amp;N coursework. so yeah. hmmm... anyway, hopefully i can change english class. please please say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to tracy, it's not self-proclaimed. I AM AWESOME! don't be jealous. and&amp;amp; you DO have LCOG (Low Center Of Gravity). admit it. we all know that. and&amp;amp; yes, you are the CKP! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've been waiting for your reply. i thought you were gonna be there for me when i needed you. i don't know who else i can turn to. but you weren't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh. that's it. PEACE!&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/7385142723574890807-2345752419602070701?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/2345752419602070701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=2345752419602070701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2345752419602070701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/2345752419602070701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/01/angersadness.html' title='anger+sadness.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S1WenQMmuxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/bOqXW8dhboc/s72-c/me%2Bclone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385142723574890807.post-1810274447075232906</id><published>2010-01-09T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:40:11.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S0iVL6bHJEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1-whMgEKUSM/s1600-h/Image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424749783061832770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S0iVL6bHJEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1-whMgEKUSM/s320/Image7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's been a while since i've updated my blog. this is the first post this year. hmmm... i haven't been having the time to update my blog. that's why. first week in school, i guess it really sucks. a lot of things have been happening that i really hate and&amp;amp; at the same time, i don't wish to talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just totally hate that asshole for all her lies. seriously, come on. don't try to be nice to me and&amp;amp; act like nothing has happened. i know many things already. urghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh. so yeah. went to the polytechnic's open house. went to temasek poly, nanyang poly and&amp;amp; ngee ann poly. nanyang is not really my choice. so yeah. i wanna go to temasek poly! they have so many interesting courses there. and&amp;amp; their school is huge and&amp;amp; awesome! nanyang's kinda boring. ngee ann has so many awesome cca! but only a few courses i like... yeah, kinda stressed out about O levels already. so much pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, today went to school super early because had to finish up the speech presentation next friday for sec1 orientation about the shandong trip. did the work with eli, hoyang and&amp;amp; yangchung. had a lot of laughter. finished up the speech. then had flag day. i swear, the people here are super stingy. we made a song. extracted and&amp;amp; modified from the song by david archuleta. "tell me why, it's so hard to donate. don't remind me, i'm not over it. tell me why, i can't seem to face the truth. i'm just a little pissed off with you." HAHAHA! it was hilarious. ate at macd. then i was sitting on a rock. i started singing One Time, with that sad sad face and&amp;amp; holding up my donation bag. HAHA! then there was this hot girl that came to donate to me. it was super awesome! went back to school. stayed back to finish up on the powerpoint slides. yeahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went home, showered. went out to novena for dinner. their service sucks but the food was not bad. hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why do good girls like bad boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okeh, i'm done here. peace!&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/7385142723574890807-1810274447075232906?l=madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/feeds/1810274447075232906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385142723574890807&amp;postID=1810274447075232906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1810274447075232906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385142723574890807/posts/default/1810274447075232906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madenickydwiantari.blogspot.com/2010/01/hectic-life.html' title='hectic life.'/><author><name>nicky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sM7uwQynVt0/S0iVL6bHJEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1-whMgEKUSM/s72-c/Image7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
