<?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-5904946567797324938</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:19:03.344+07:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='personal life'/><category term='music'/><category term='Coreldraw'/><category term='drawings'/><category term='photoshoot'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>8 letters</title><subtitle type='html'>3 words, 8 letters</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-5114566596309992922</id><published>2012-01-15T09:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:04:21.749+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>my life recently</title><content type='html'>Hi People,&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since the last time I posted something.&lt;br /&gt;So many big things happen last year. Shortly, I can tell you that I have graduated from college, then I got this job as the Production Assistant in a TV Station, so I move in to Jakarta. from Bandung to Jakarta, well, there are quite big changes I should adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can share right now. got to go. working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh how I miss blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-5114566596309992922?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/5114566596309992922/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-life-recently.html#comment-form' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5114566596309992922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5114566596309992922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-life-recently.html' title='my life recently'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-5258314800673601273</id><published>2011-09-30T20:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:25:00.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwoW_Mv_jyA/TnyJIiEJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jsLgWC48ctw/s1600/CIMG5264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwoW_Mv_jyA/TnyJIiEJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jsLgWC48ctw/s320/CIMG5264.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKFXHvHNcAc/TnyJJrduERI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OCVKv5N4XNg/s1600/CIMG5213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKFXHvHNcAc/TnyJJrduERI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OCVKv5N4XNg/s320/CIMG5213.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Ejb1oByhQ/TnyJKvwsqcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Z3ePu4haw78/s1600/CIMG5215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Ejb1oByhQ/TnyJKvwsqcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Z3ePu4haw78/s320/CIMG5215.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSrDxofcvXY/TnyJLdbEOjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HMLnnHbNWs0/s1600/CIMG5257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSrDxofcvXY/TnyJLdbEOjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HMLnnHbNWs0/s320/CIMG5257.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-5258314800673601273?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/5258314800673601273/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/09/random.html#comment-form' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5258314800673601273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5258314800673601273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwoW_Mv_jyA/TnyJIiEJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jsLgWC48ctw/s72-c/CIMG5264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-7846554266762093226</id><published>2011-09-23T19:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:50:41.537+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coreldraw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>The Road Trip</title><content type='html'>These are pictures me and my friends did during the ramadhan holiday. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;the story is about the couple who wanted to runaway for their love (ciieee!!). but, along the way, the argued a lot. the girl was bitching a lot about stuffs. and the boy was so sick about it. so they had their second thought about what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHHCkO_fI1w/Tnx_Najn2BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qwoy98BP6_k/s1600/ROADTRIP2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHHCkO_fI1w/Tnx_Najn2BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qwoy98BP6_k/s320/ROADTRIP2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPMB2X1XTMI/Tnx_PmK0OjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-6hZskTWxEY/s1600/ROADTRIP1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPMB2X1XTMI/Tnx_PmK0OjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-6hZskTWxEY/s320/ROADTRIP1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2uCGmh3G4Q/Tnx_SjZldCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ejq27o-6lMc/s1600/ROADTRIP3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2uCGmh3G4Q/Tnx_SjZldCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ejq27o-6lMc/s320/ROADTRIP3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7NUtBoaF2Q/Tnx_UiJ_jnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fx8ZE6_5woA/s1600/ROADTRIP4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7NUtBoaF2Q/Tnx_UiJ_jnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fx8ZE6_5woA/s320/ROADTRIP4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mentioned that I was the director and stylist for the shoot? hehe&lt;br /&gt;the boy (who is actually the younger bother of my brother in law) is wearing some of my stuff like that &lt;b&gt;Samuel &amp;amp; Kevin&lt;/b&gt; leather jacket, &lt;b&gt;Topman&lt;/b&gt; tank top, and &lt;b&gt;Peter Says Denim&lt;/b&gt; jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. I want to do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-7846554266762093226?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/7846554266762093226/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/09/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/7846554266762093226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/7846554266762093226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/09/road-trip.html' title='The Road Trip'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHHCkO_fI1w/Tnx_Najn2BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qwoy98BP6_k/s72-c/ROADTRIP2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-5116262459733010086</id><published>2011-09-15T19:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:34:44.696+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>My Graduation Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDghjVCSlZ0/Tnx6vhLsMCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d09aeLvwlLg/s1600/113422+sj+%25287%2529+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna share with u guys about what I just did. I just graduated. a few days before the ceremony this woman from PR division of my university came to me and asked me something. And guess what? I was just asked to deliver the graduation speech to represent all the graduates. I was shocked! and of course I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled a few examples for the speech, copy-pasted here and there. and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know why the let me did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, if you have time to read my boring speech, here I show you, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDghjVCSlZ0/Tnx6vhLsMCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d09aeLvwlLg/s1600/113422+sj+%25287%2529+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillahi Rabbil ‘Aalamin. WasSalaatu wassalaam,’alaa ashrafil ambiyaaee wal Mursaleen. Wa’aalaa aalihi waashabihi ajmaeen. Ammaa baad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of University, deans of the faculty, honorable guests, &lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that I feel honoured to be standing here in this incredible place// The great thing about this university, is that we are not only taught about intellectual skills, but also emotionals and spirituals.// Those are things that you cannot find in other places.// Thank you, for providing us the place, facilities, and all. Looking back, there is no other place I’d rather be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the lecturers, &lt;br /&gt;I would like to give my sincere of thanks for what you have learned to us, for your patience/ skills/ abilities/ and creativity /and the different opportunities that you offered us.// Although it was sometimes hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To family and parents,&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents, mom, dad, brothers, sisters. Thank you for your unconditional love and supports. We couldn’t be here if it wasn’t because all of you.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow students, the graduates of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to metaphore the years we had in this university as a journey. Along the journey we figure out what we really want to do in life. Along the journey, we might found the love of our life. Along the journey, we found the company of best friends, and creating the new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, now would you please look around.&lt;br /&gt;These are the people you saw in the doorway, people you ate your lunch with, your classmates, your friends, your girlfriend, and boyfriend. Well, maybe ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend. (giggles).&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the point tho,&amp;nbsp; I want you to look around, to really take in these people we just have this very meaningful experiences with/ for important years of our lives. After all we’ve been through, we should be proud and celebrate this moment. This is the time of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it is sad, to realize that there will be no more hanging out because we will all be in the different tracks. But personally, I dont have much time to reminisce all of those and be sad. Because mostly, I feel excited. I am excited knowing that my life is waiting to begin. I want to do things I really want to do.&amp;nbsp; And build career of it, and make money of it. Now, who is agree with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after today, we will start the new journey. But don’t expect the road will be easier. There will be more ups dan downs, gravels, and crossroads// It is supposed to be hard/ so we can grow to be a better person// And if we choose the wrong turn/ or closed doors/it is also okay//. Because in the end, it will guide us to the right one//. It is//. like a philosopher says “the reason why all the doors are close, so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road”. (re-phrase). Anyone remember who the philosopher is with such a good quote?/ Okay, I quote that from a Katy Perry’s song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth my friend, we’ll be ready for the real world outside// Remember the doubts and questions we had years ago/ and look at you right you//. We all have passed college//. We just got to have faith in us//. Isn’t that what we’ve been taught about? To have faith and believe in ourselves. And probably, the world out there is be a lot like college. but with different people, bigger classrooms and lessons. And we should be open to it.&lt;br /&gt;(Pause)&lt;br /&gt;So keep on running, don’t be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Graduates of 2011,&lt;br /&gt;I truly wish us all the best in whatever the path that we choose// I hope to hear about you guys doing great in our reunion// and one day/ I will be reading the newspaper article, about a successful people/ or the great leader/ I will know whom to think of, one of us, graduates 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, it’s been a real pleasure/ and honor/ for me to be a part of journey with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and congratulation! We did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wasaalamualikum warahmatullahi wabaraktu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDghjVCSlZ0/Tnx6vhLsMCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d09aeLvwlLg/s1600/113422+sj+%25287%2529+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDghjVCSlZ0/Tnx6vhLsMCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d09aeLvwlLg/s200/113422+sj+%25287%2529+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nobody looks good wearing toga, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-5116262459733010086?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/5116262459733010086/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-graduation-speech.html#comment-form' title='5 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5116262459733010086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5116262459733010086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-graduation-speech.html' title='My Graduation Speech'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDghjVCSlZ0/Tnx6vhLsMCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d09aeLvwlLg/s72-c/113422+sj+%25287%2529+%255B640x480%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-5404059546867870777</id><published>2011-08-29T16:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:26:40.092+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>Do we ever leave high school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I laughed at my niece’s bbm status which says, like “okay let’s pretend we are still best friends, and lets pretend that i don't know what u are doing behing my back!”. (She is in high school btw). I laughed. I showed it to my friends, and told them “thank god we left high school”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently me and my friends got caught gossiping other people. It felt like shit. Not that im afraid of that person we gossip about. But the fact that we, I, gossip. That is soo not cool. In fact, that is so high school.&lt;br /&gt;Guess we never leave that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, a few months ago, I did this internship in a local newspaper . there, i found something related to what I was saying. At my first day interning, My supervisor told me that working is way harder than college. When u do something wrong at the office, whether it’s true or not, people will talk about you.&amp;nbsp; Much worse, people at the office talk about your personal affair. Whenever someone has something to tell, she will drag someone else to the pantry and tell the news. I call it “pantry situation”. A few days later, gossips pouring to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about other people a lot, and make fun of them. I realize that the worst part of it is that I’m not the victim of the social life I am in. I dont blame my friends for it. I realize that I ENJOY all of those. like I can’t help it. Sometimes I (gosh I can’t believe I admit it) hunger for gossip. I am such a gossip!&lt;br /&gt;It cause drama just like in high school. Maybe we don't do physical bullying as much this age, but we do this verbally. We talk about other people behind their back, and think that we have all the rights to do it, and laugh at it, and it hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s go back to the second paragraph. I got caught gossiping!. At this point, I feel ashamed of my self. I should have realize that I have option. To be more mature. To let people doing whatever they want to do. And to not really care that much if it isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really have no rights to talk about them. Who am I? Some perfect god from the sky? No I am not. Just a miserable guy who thinks that he is better every time he sees others flaws. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-5404059546867870777?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/5404059546867870777/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-we-ever-leave-high-school.html#comment-form' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5404059546867870777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5404059546867870777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-we-ever-leave-high-school.html' title='Do we ever leave high school?'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-3247350644298818291</id><published>2011-08-23T14:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:23:16.722+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>new haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I kept my old boring haircut for way too long. so I decided to get myself a new look. so I went to a barbershop. I told them to keep it long on top and really short on the sides. I am loving it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uumREqIAKM4/TlNURWIcwpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zrvGwvKEXfQ/s1600/DSCN0176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uumREqIAKM4/TlNURWIcwpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zrvGwvKEXfQ/s320/DSCN0176.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAgJnDLsb08/TlNU8at-lAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7YKz_suwvhs/s1600/IMG_3823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAgJnDLsb08/TlNU8at-lAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7YKz_suwvhs/s400/IMG_3823.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-3247350644298818291?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/3247350644298818291/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-haircut.html#comment-form' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/3247350644298818291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/3247350644298818291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-haircut.html' title='new haircut'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uumREqIAKM4/TlNURWIcwpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zrvGwvKEXfQ/s72-c/DSCN0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-2183437174847242979</id><published>2011-08-16T22:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:41:28.661+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Love song for no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a song about talking to the person that you haven't even met yet. Maybe they're rolling around in the hay with someone else but, &lt;b&gt;they're not as good as you'll be.&lt;/b&gt; You just gotta wait your turn. She's out there, he's out there. They're just learning what to contrast you against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/gqEm3vkLG68/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqEm3vkLG68&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqEm3vkLG68&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5904946567797324938-2183437174847242979?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/2183437174847242979/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-song-for-no-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/2183437174847242979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/2183437174847242979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-song-for-no-one.html' title='Love song for no one'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-5587359912657944112</id><published>2011-08-11T02:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:40:48.441+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>23 Questions</title><content type='html'>1. It’s my 23 birthday. Really, what makes it so special?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are my friends preparing for my surprise party?&lt;br /&gt;3. I am grateful for the company of my frens and family this 23 years. Have I made as much contributions as they are to me?&lt;br /&gt;4. Am I a good son?&lt;br /&gt;5. Am I a good brother?&lt;br /&gt;6. Am I a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;7. Am I good person?&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there anything significant that I did for others?&lt;br /&gt;9. What have I done in my 23 years that worth to remember?&lt;br /&gt;10. have I live righteously?&lt;br /&gt;11. Will i meet that “one” this year?&lt;br /&gt;12. What do I want for my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;13. Have I decided what I really want to do in life? really?&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there anything I want to change, or I wish to work differently?&lt;br /&gt;15. Will I have job?&lt;br /&gt;16. Will I have that career I always wanted?&lt;br /&gt;17. Will i be strong enough this year?&lt;br /&gt;18. Do I learn from my mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;19. Do I have enough faith?&lt;br /&gt;20. Will I die this year?&lt;br /&gt;21. And when I die, do I have enough kindness for other people to remember?&lt;br /&gt;22. Am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;23. I am getting older, but am I getting wiser? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-5587359912657944112?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/5587359912657944112/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/23-questions.html#comment-form' title='12 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5587359912657944112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5587359912657944112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/23-questions.html' title='23 Questions'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-5307699565035226856</id><published>2011-08-05T16:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:30:20.278+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>you make me insecure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have u ever met that one special person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, good looking, and insanely like-able.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this kind of people seems too good too be with us. And in order to impress them, we do this&amp;nbsp; things we normally wouldn’t do. We forget the cliche saying “just be yourself” for once. We want to look smart. We want to look cool. And we try all the way and way too hard. So that we can show them that we are worth enough to be around them. But umm... we end up looking like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up looking like a fool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason why i did some stupid things&amp;nbsp; just to prove that I am as good, is that this person makes me insecure.&amp;nbsp; Yes, u make me insecure (there I say it!). That’s why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could turn back time, I wish that I was being myself. Which is so much better than that “trying-too-hard” version of me. I would like to see the shot “myself” made. Because that is the only way i know if that person really like me or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-5307699565035226856?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/5307699565035226856/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-make-me-insecure.html#comment-form' title='8 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5307699565035226856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/5307699565035226856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-make-me-insecure.html' title='you make me insecure'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-840609577593218285</id><published>2011-08-05T16:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:21:47.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Iman&amp;Caroline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y8UQQT5jjk/Tju19p9cl1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/z1WIc_F4fV0/s1600/olin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y8UQQT5jjk/Tju19p9cl1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/z1WIc_F4fV0/s400/olin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my dear friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-840609577593218285?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/840609577593218285/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/iman.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/840609577593218285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/840609577593218285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/iman.html' title='Iman&amp;Caroline'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y8UQQT5jjk/Tju19p9cl1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/z1WIc_F4fV0/s72-c/olin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-7620994216102331693</id><published>2011-08-03T11:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:55:35.385+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Short movie - The Ashes</title><content type='html'>Can I ask 5 minutes of your life to watch movie me and my friends made?&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not a big thing, but um... I think it's quite good, pretty good, err.. I dont know, u guys tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/unVSUw1ayRQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/unVSUw1ayRQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/unVSUw1ayRQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Casts: Dita, Ficky, and Nila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it's not the final editing. we agreed to re-edit later. but we couldn't find the right time yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-7620994216102331693?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/7620994216102331693/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-movie-ashes.html#comment-form' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/7620994216102331693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/7620994216102331693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-movie-ashes.html' title='Short movie - The Ashes'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-4256774029582601400</id><published>2011-07-31T21:34:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:56:05.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>RAMADHAN</title><content type='html'>a friend asked me: it sad isn't it, being a thousand miles away from family in ramadhan?&lt;br /&gt;then I say: &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;not really, I am glad enough I have family to call.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELAMAT MENUNAIKAN IBADAH PUASA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY FASTING&lt;/b&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/5904946567797324938-4256774029582601400?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/4256774029582601400/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='5 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/4256774029582601400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/4256774029582601400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadhan.html' title='RAMADHAN'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-8308988531428164138</id><published>2011-07-31T21:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:56:26.160+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>drawing my own face</title><content type='html'>This is actually my very first time i draw my own face. it was a really awkward experience. and i just found out some bones, and wrinkles, and acne scars on my own face. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koMJkJr-fWI/TjViflYfstI/AAAAAAAAACo/8VpqVkF-cz4/s1600/IMG00931-20110731-1331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koMJkJr-fWI/TjViflYfstI/AAAAAAAAACo/8VpqVkF-cz4/s320/IMG00931-20110731-1331.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T7dsepNcmzU/TjVihukoH6I/AAAAAAAAACs/qj0WWNvcQuU/s1600/img045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T7dsepNcmzU/TjVihukoH6I/AAAAAAAAACs/qj0WWNvcQuU/s400/img045.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and now I know why some of my friends call me "Suneo". it's my hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-8308988531428164138?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/8308988531428164138/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/drawing-my-own-face.html#comment-form' title='9 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/8308988531428164138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/8308988531428164138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/drawing-my-own-face.html' title='drawing my own face'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koMJkJr-fWI/TjViflYfstI/AAAAAAAAACo/8VpqVkF-cz4/s72-c/IMG00931-20110731-1331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-3249204879821530939</id><published>2011-07-31T21:07:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:54:55.908+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McscGsfOzLM/TjVg7QvYPaI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWBXQxNRgdo/s1600/img046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McscGsfOzLM/TjVg7QvYPaI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWBXQxNRgdo/s400/img046.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;he is a friend of my friend, who eventually become my friend. this funny guy asked me to draw him ala rockstar. well, minus studs and chains. and there he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-3249204879821530939?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/3249204879821530939/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/rockstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/3249204879821530939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/3249204879821530939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/rockstar.html' title='Rockstar'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McscGsfOzLM/TjVg7QvYPaI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWBXQxNRgdo/s72-c/img046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-2691826699116050628</id><published>2011-07-28T21:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:56:56.069+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>Sidang Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Fj9spbfd2w/TjVkHnHGijI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pQX0aFxbE3I/s1600/4-up+on+2011-07-28+at+13.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Fj9spbfd2w/TjVkHnHGijI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pQX0aFxbE3I/s320/4-up+on+2011-07-28+at+13.20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is a really important day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wake up. water. pray. breakfast. shower. change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;06.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;straight to campus. this is a really important day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hari ini saya sidang komprehensif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been thinking about it for weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di sidang ini saya bakal ditanyain tentang teori komunikasi mulai saya masuk semester 1 sampe semester akhir. and that's a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;08.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;they called my name. and I said " Yes sir, I'm ready" (well, not completely).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three lecturers tested me. they were the nice ones. they asked me about the history, my paper, what do I learned. all I think I was pretty good answering them. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I PASSED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LULUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi masih ada satu sidang lagi di depan. sidang skripsi. semoga lulus lagi. semoga dosen pengujinya baik lagi. semoga bisa jawab lagi. amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-2691826699116050628?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/2691826699116050628/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/sidang-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/2691826699116050628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/2691826699116050628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/sidang-part-i.html' title='Sidang Part I'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Fj9spbfd2w/TjVkHnHGijI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pQX0aFxbE3I/s72-c/4-up+on+2011-07-28+at+13.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-7521446480214660836</id><published>2011-07-28T13:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:57:04.875+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Johari Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pas lagi belajar tentang teori, tiba-tiba muncul model Johari Window. penting nih. jadi, menurut om johari, manusia itu punya empat daerah dalam dirinya. yaitu Open Area, Blind Area, Hidden Area, dan Unknown Area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Open Area itu adalah area dimana tempat semua sifat, kepribadian, potensi kita dan lain-lain yang disadari ama kita sendiri sekaligus diketahui sama orang lain. contohnya: I know I am a student, and so is other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blind Area itu adalah area dimana tempat sifat-sifat yang gak kita sadari, tapi diketahui sama orang lain. nah, gini nih, kalo misalnya kita suka ngomongin orang, tapi orang itu gak tau salah dia apa. ini namanya area buta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hidden Area adalah area dimana sifat-sifat atau kepribadian atau cita-cita kita yang kita ketahui tapi gak diketahui orang lain. misalnya saya... well... I am a.... NO! it's not hidden if i told ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.......................................okay I am a ninja. move on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last is Unknown Area. nah, area ini tempat dimana sifat, kepribadian, dan potensi yang kita maupun orang lain gak tau. u know, there's a lot of thing we think we couldn't do. and those things kept in the Unknown area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;semua orang punya keempat area ini. dan konon katanya, kita bakal lebih bahagia dan tenang apabila perbedaan keempat area ini sangat minim. alias, semakin mirip keempat area yang dimiliki manusia ini, maka semakin orang tersebut bisa benar-benar bahagia, tenang, as I'd like to use the word "serene" to describe it. a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-7521446480214660836?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/7521446480214660836/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/johari-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/7521446480214660836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/7521446480214660836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/johari-window.html' title='Johari Window'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-1688886268610116313</id><published>2011-07-19T20:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:57:17.996+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coreldraw'/><title type='text'>Mass-Hypno-Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqiWRTipaJE/TiWI03UbsCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H87cx_1Fbj8/s1600/Graphic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqiWRTipaJE/TiWI03UbsCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H87cx_1Fbj8/s320/Graphic1.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5904946567797324938-1688886268610116313?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/1688886268610116313/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/mass-hypno-media.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/1688886268610116313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/1688886268610116313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/mass-hypno-media.html' title='Mass-Hypno-Media'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqiWRTipaJE/TiWI03UbsCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H87cx_1Fbj8/s72-c/Graphic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-8559517167960577948</id><published>2011-07-19T13:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:57:44.597+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>Imac photo booth app</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi mahasiswa tingkat akhir itu ada enak ada ga enaknya. ga enaknya nih, temen-temen udah pada gak ada, kuliah udah ga ada, kalau ke kampus jadi rada ga jelas mau ngapain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Untungnya nih, saya punya temen yang jadi asisten lab di kampus. well, this is the place I go every time I have to wait my lecturer or other things. nah, salah satu fasilitas di lab ini Imac. so, what else u can do about it other than taking your own picture?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjv7c2kvM3o/TiUhpCKzVkI/AAAAAAAAABw/MnO5GuVYXMQ/s1600/Photo+on+2011-07-19+at+13.14+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjv7c2kvM3o/TiUhpCKzVkI/AAAAAAAAABw/MnO5GuVYXMQ/s320/Photo+on+2011-07-19+at+13.14+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1u68Ny4G5k/TiUavHDDTlI/AAAAAAAAABo/YhM1TrnDutY/s1600/4-up+on+2011-07-19+at+12.43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1u68Ny4G5k/TiUavHDDTlI/AAAAAAAAABo/YhM1TrnDutY/s320/4-up+on+2011-07-19+at+12.43.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUEkuTfgDZo/TiUa3hGFeFI/AAAAAAAAABs/FCxpMvM0DVE/s1600/4-up+on+2011-07-19+at+12.43+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUEkuTfgDZo/TiUa3hGFeFI/AAAAAAAAABs/FCxpMvM0DVE/s320/4-up+on+2011-07-19+at+12.43+%25235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh that's my dearest friend Irezky. Don't let that baby face fool you, because she's getting married this october. but that is another story. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and my lecturer is coming, see yah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-8559517167960577948?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/8559517167960577948/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/imac-photo-booth-app.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/8559517167960577948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/8559517167960577948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/imac-photo-booth-app.html' title='Imac photo booth app'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjv7c2kvM3o/TiUhpCKzVkI/AAAAAAAAABw/MnO5GuVYXMQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-07-19+at+13.14+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-3573499841653787246</id><published>2011-07-10T20:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:57:49.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>scetch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SS7XzsYz0Uc/TiWGUkI8i8I/AAAAAAAAACM/DJbFOsjeRcE/s1600/2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SS7XzsYz0Uc/TiWGUkI8i8I/AAAAAAAAACM/DJbFOsjeRcE/s400/2-1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is the sketch I did like a long time ago. I wish I have more time to draw something like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-3573499841653787246?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/3573499841653787246/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/scetch.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/3573499841653787246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/3573499841653787246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/07/scetch.html' title='scetch'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SS7XzsYz0Uc/TiWGUkI8i8I/AAAAAAAAACM/DJbFOsjeRcE/s72-c/2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-8314962532564822614</id><published>2011-06-19T19:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:58:00.632+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coreldraw'/><title type='text'>Tugas Periklanan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini sebenernya diambil dari tugas mata kuliah periklanan. udah lama banget, tahun lalu kayanya. Jadi saya diminta buat presentasi iklan pake power point gitu. pura-puranya pitching biro iklan buat perusahaan sebuah produk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya kebagian diminta bikin presentasi buat produk parfum laki-laki. Brand produknya bebas, terserah mahasiswanya. and then I came up with this brand: HOAXE. yes, I know. so original! *eyesrolling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Berbekal niat seadanya, quick drawing, scanning, dan sedikit corel draw. jadilah begini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng jengggg.......&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fEI0f1XQT4/TiV-jbwFoNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-Rgs1uHpaXE/s1600/HOAXE+PRESENTASI.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fEI0f1XQT4/TiV-jbwFoNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-Rgs1uHpaXE/s320/HOAXE+PRESENTASI.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCIFar7ROiw/TiV-j92cwcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N1-CjBfGmSM/s1600/HOAXE1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCIFar7ROiw/TiV-j92cwcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N1-CjBfGmSM/s320/HOAXE1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Scene 1 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Model yang berasa paling oke se-Bandung Raya sedang bermain skateboard pada sore hari. setelah seharian bermain, tubuhnya berkeringat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMOIKzyIVdQ/TiV-kXvU_GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/51AwGN09t2Q/s1600/HOAXE2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMOIKzyIVdQ/TiV-kXvU_GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/51AwGN09t2Q/s320/HOAXE2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Model melihat jam tangan, berteriak "APAHH!!" terkejut karena sadar ia terlalu asik bermain skateboard hingga lupa kalo dia ada janji nganterin nyokapnya ke salon. boong deng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j94I8io5QCs/TiV-k5EgoxI/AAAAAAAAACA/9wWGeyeiZEk/s320/HOAXE3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;udah gak banyak waktu lagi. Doi ga sempat (atau ga niat) mandi. tapi.. AHA! ada HOAXE dengan citrus protection yang melindungi tubuh laki-laki dari bau (typical, I know).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsQf8srDlbw/TiV-lO9JJrI/AAAAAAAAACE/IWMeoC49-Gk/s1600/HOAXE4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsQf8srDlbw/TiV-lO9JJrI/AAAAAAAAACE/IWMeoC49-Gk/s320/HOAXE4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 4&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Model ganti baju, dengan skateboardnya melaju ke tempat janjian. eh, eh... liat itu skateboardnya meleleh. ahahhahahahaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpjDzOjvjTg/TiV-lpihAJI/AAAAAAAAACI/yHOgmWU8gro/s1600/HOAXE5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpjDzOjvjTg/TiV-lpihAJI/AAAAAAAAACI/yHOgmWU8gro/s320/HOAXE5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Scene 5 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Doi nyampe di restoran tempat janjian ama pacarnya. tapi ternyata, pacarnya udah sama yang lain. boong deng. setibanya di restoran, si pacar terpesona dan tidak mencium gelagat aneh si doi yang belom mandi. kebetulan si pacar pilek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sekian&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;dan setelah presentasi, biro iklan ini tutup untuk selamanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-8314962532564822614?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/8314962532564822614/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2010/06/tugas-periklanan.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/8314962532564822614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/8314962532564822614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2010/06/tugas-periklanan.html' title='Tugas Periklanan'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fEI0f1XQT4/TiV-jbwFoNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-Rgs1uHpaXE/s72-c/HOAXE+PRESENTASI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-6786444315343924342</id><published>2011-06-03T21:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:58:09.414+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZVVdagcurU/TjVpB3W5mcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VSoLQhKyEus/s1600/IMG00461-20101215-1237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZVVdagcurU/TjVpB3W5mcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VSoLQhKyEus/s320/IMG00461-20101215-1237.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in the middle of a class, suddenly i remembered a scene from my favorite movie, 500 Days of Summer. but it looks shitty, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-6786444315343924342?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/6786444315343924342/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/6786444315343924342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/6786444315343924342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZVVdagcurU/TjVpB3W5mcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VSoLQhKyEus/s72-c/IMG00461-20101215-1237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904946567797324938.post-1862401389523082585</id><published>2011-05-04T22:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:58:18.900+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>start fresh. an introduction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a blog back then. well, two actually; a personal blog, and a blog where i posted my drawings. it was fun having those two. but then i realize that those two blog, wasn't really me.even at that time. i was really trying too hard to look cool. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to start fresh. a new blog. and I promise to myself, I'll be honest this time. Doesn't matter how embarassing or boring or uncool my life is, I want to write it down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;errr.... but NOT like ALL of it, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh sorry I'm being rude for not introducing myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a 22 years old communication college student. going to be graduated this year (hopefully, amen).and I really interested in movie, art (especially drawing), music, and fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so this is my first post of my new blog. oh wait, let my read it one more time from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oo yes, now I'm being honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904946567797324938-1862401389523082585?l=8-letters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/feeds/1862401389523082585/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/05/start-fresh-introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/1862401389523082585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904946567797324938/posts/default/1862401389523082585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8-letters.blogspot.com/2011/05/start-fresh-introduction.html' title='start fresh. an introduction.'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18070230474837790259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dp25bdBoQQ/Tjaz5JLIOUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VKHE9NzUz9A/s220/img045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
