<?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-942353792335781360</id><updated>2012-02-12T15:36:51.968+08:00</updated><category term='familytree'/><category term='happyhappy'/><category term='daily'/><category term='lovelove'/><category term='i said'/><category term='ohbadday'/><category term='whatisonmymind'/><category term='heartscreams'/><category term='scienceohscience'/><category term='theresia&apos;09'/><category term='video'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='artworks'/><category term='freakyme'/><category term='minemine'/><category term='dance'/><category term='togee'/><title type='text'>Sound of My Heart.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6159065729883269836</id><published>2011-12-05T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:12:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth.</title><content type='html'>Guess you have been waiting for this post, so here I am writing especially for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile to catch my breath, wipe all my tears, get up from my bed, staring at my blank page screen and start to type this post. I have no idea what to say, what I really want to write, and how to describe what I feel. No, there's nothing to explain, I've told you everything I needed and I ever wanted to say. No, I aint gonna write any other 'last letter' for you, you've already had one. Perhaps you want to know how am I going through these past few days, it's been really really tough to be honest. I kept my eyes close night and day, wishing I could get more sleep waiting for somebody to wake me up and tell me this whole thing is just a nightmare, yet I am constantly waking every 2-3 hours just to check my phone. Sometimes I made myself a cup of milo so I could at least smile when I meet people cause it's like the hardest thing to do for now. I tortured my self; I checked your fb, saw picts of you had a good party, deleted pict of me, got your status private etc back to my bed and cried. I messaged 1-2 friends of mine hoping they could cheer me up but nah, it didn't work. I watched my favorite episode of glee over and over again, tried all the best to make myself happier, but again it didn't work. It's actually beyond my expectation that I am felling 56789765x worse than the last time we broke up, even worse than when I failed my illustrator project, missed my assessment or when I collapsed for the first time. This time I am literally dying I am hurt so much. But one thing I promise you; I will be fine, may be not tonight, tomorrow, next month, next year, I don't know when. But I promise I'll be. Oh and even after all the pain you put me through, I don't hate you, really. There's no regret at all. I have learned so much from our relationship, things that no one will understand until they put themselves in this position and know exactly how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, &lt;i&gt;you don't know what you have got till its gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, you knew exactly what you had, you just never thought you'd lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say &lt;i&gt;love has no distance, it doesn't matter how far you are if you really love someone, honesty, love and trust for that relationship that count.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, distance really does matter. Even harder when you are a single fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palo Coelho says, &lt;i&gt;If you really want something, fight for it and all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, it doesn't matter how hard you fight, if it is not meant to be it'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Gibran said, i&lt;i&gt;f you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they were never were.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, if you really love someone, never ever let them go, hold them, trust them, and love them. Once you let them go, you'll lose them forever, they might be return but they'd never be the same as they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer says, &lt;i&gt;say what you need to say, it's better to say too much than never say what you need to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The say,&lt;i&gt; time heals all wounds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, some pain just simply have no cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, you want to stop hurting me, hence you're breaking up with me.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, the moment you left me it is when you hurt me the most. You tore every single piece of my soul apart, and if it's what you really want. I have nothing left to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6159065729883269836?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6159065729883269836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6159065729883269836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6159065729883269836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6159065729883269836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth.html' title='The truth.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7714652724036868736</id><published>2011-11-05T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:06:36.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A loser.</title><content type='html'>Apparently I am constantly losing in everything lately which is pathetic, cause I even lost the competition against myself. What a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7714652724036868736?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7714652724036868736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7714652724036868736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7714652724036868736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7714652724036868736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/11/loser.html' title='A loser.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7190308662420326752</id><published>2011-10-25T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:41:13.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Where shall I go?&lt;div&gt;to the left when nothing's right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the right when nothing's left?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7190308662420326752?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7190308662420326752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7190308662420326752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7190308662420326752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7190308662420326752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-shall-i-go-to-left-when-nothings.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-47956140371280890</id><published>2011-10-16T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T04:26:22.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Smile though your heart is aching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Smile even though it's breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Light up your face with gladness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hide every trace of sadness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you just smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-47956140371280890?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/47956140371280890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=47956140371280890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/47956140371280890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/47956140371280890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/smile-though-your-heart-is-aching-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2535263528590116368</id><published>2011-10-12T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:09:27.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dua tiga, delapan, satu sembilan sembilan sembilan.</title><content type='html'>Saya tidak akan pernah lupa dengan tanggal tersebut.Saya ingat hari itu  adalah pertama kalinya saya menangis di hari ulang tahun saya. Mama  pernah berkata hari ulang tahun adalah hari dimana saya harus tertawa  seharian, saya tidak boleh menangis di ulang tahun saya, kalau tidak  saya akan terus menangis sepanjang tahun. Karena itu seperti apapun  situasinya saya selalu mencoba untuk selalu tertawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah  menjadi suatu tradisi kalau saya akan selalu meniup kue saat berulang  tahun, saya selalu mengucapkan permintaan dan doa-doa saya sebelum  meniup kue, karena mitosnya doa tersebut akan terbang bersama dengan  asap lilin yang saya tiup ke surga dan Tuhan akan mendengar. Tapi malam  itu, hingga pukul 8 kedua orang tua saya belum pulang, saya sangat ingat  saya dengan semangatnya terus menelepon mama saya dan bertanya "mama  pulang jam berapa? kuenya rasa cokelat kan?" Dari balik telepon saya  bisa mendengar suara mama saya menahan tangis sambil menjawab "Iya  sayang, sabar yah mama masih di jalan macet nih."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukul 9 lebih  mereka pulang saya sangat senang berlari turun, saya ingat mama memeluk  saya dan papa hanya lewat begitu saja masuk ke kamarnya. Mama lalu  menyuruh saya cepat-cepat meniup kue tapi saya tidak mau, saya bilang  saya mau ada papa juga yang bernyanyi selamat ulang tahun untuk saya.  Mama lalu masuk ke kamarnya untuk memanggil papa, 10-15 menit saya  tunggu mereka tidak juga keluar, karena saya tidak sabar, sayapun  berjalan ke arah kamar orang tua saya dan mendengar suara jeritan mama.  Saya kemudian sadar kalau mereka sedang bertengkar. Satu kalimat yang  tidak bisa saya lupakan adalah "Kamu boleh buat saya menangis, tetapi  jangan buat Ivy menangis di harinya." Saya ingat saya sudah mencoba  menahan agar air mata saya tidak keluar, tapi entah mengapa sepertinya  kelenjar air mata saya tidak bisa diajak berkompromi, saya pun berlari  ke kamar saya dan menangis. Saya tidak dapat mengingat apa yang terjadi  sampai akhirnya mereka berdua memutuskan untuk berhenti bertengkar lalu  menemani saya meniup kue. Tapi saya ingat, saya tidak mau tersenyum  didepan kamera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya apa yang dikatakan mama benar kalau  saya tidak boleh menangis di hari ulang tahun saya, kalau tidak saya  bisa menangis sepanjang tahun. 4 hari setelah hari itu, saya mengalami  kecelakaan yang membuat tangan kanan saya harus dioperasi. Saya tidak  akan pernah bisa lupa, saya menghabiskan umur ke-8 saya bolak-balik  rumah sakit. Tahun tersebut adalah tahun dimana saya hampir kehilangan  tangan kanan saya, bahkan mungkin nyawa saya. Saya ingat dokter pertama  berkata tidak ada jalan lain selain amputasi, saat itu mama menutup  telinga saya supaya saya tidak mendengar diagnosa dokter, tapi saya  tetap bisa mendengar, saya sangat takut, tapi saya tidak bisa melakukan  apa-apa selain menangis. Beruntunglah saya karena dokter terakhir  berkata tangan saya bisa diobati dengan jalan operasi. Saya ingat  langsung saat itu juga saya dibawa ke kamar rumahs akit, disuntik infus  lalu dikirim ke ruangan operasi beberapa jam kemudian. Saya takut, saya  takut sekali karena saya mencuri dengar dokter bilang kemungkinan  berhasil hanya 1:3 saya sempat peluk mama sebelum masuk ke ruang operasi  sambil tidak berhenti menangis, tangisan saya semakin kencang ketika  para perawat mendorong ranjang saya kedalam ruang operasi. Hal terakhir  yang saya ingat hanyalah saya harus meniup uap dari tabung gas sebanyak  10x, saya rasa saya menghirup lebih dari itu, karena saya sedang  menangis sesunggukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak tahu apa yang terjadi, sampai  ketika saya tersadar saya melihat seluruh keluarga besar saya sudah  berada di sekeliling saya termasuk nenek, kakek dan para sepupu. Saya  ingat mama memegang tangan saya sambil menggenggam rosario. Ternyata  saya sadar 7 jam lebih lambat dari waktu yang diprediksikan. Papa dan  mama sudah terus menangis disamping saya sambil berdoa. Saat itu saya  tidak bisa merasakan apa-apa kecuali ngilu ditangan kanan saya yang tak  kunjung bisa saya gerakan, ternyata saat saya sudah berhasil menegok  saya melihat kalau tangan kanan saya sudah dibalut gips. Hampir satu  bulan lamanya saya harus menginap dirumah sakit. Tidak hanya itu, saya  masih harus mengenakan gips selama beberapa bulan kedepan, menjalani  terapi yang sangat lama dan juga operasi kecil untuk melepas kawat yang  ditanam ditangan saya. Satu tahun lamanya, rumah sakit menjadi rumah  ke-dua saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal tersulit adalah ketika saya harus kembali ke  sekolah. Tidak, saya tidak kesulitan sama sekali dalam mengejar  pelajaran, saya ingat dulu saya sangat rajin saya tidak mendapatkan  sedikitpun masalah dalam pelajaran. Hal yang paling menyakitkan buat  saya adalah melihat bekas jaitan yang sangat besar di lengan kanan saya,  yang kemudian menjadi bahan 'olokan' teman-teman saya. Namun, mama  selalu bercerita kalau saya adalah anak yang berani, apabila teman-teman  mengolok saya, saya hanya tersenyum dan berkata 'biarin, ini tato  kalian tidak punya kan' saya juga tidak malu untuk mengenakan baju  lengan pendek, walau kadang saya menangis karena  saya merasa 'tangan  saya cacat' namun saya tetap berusaha menerima keadaan, saya mberusaha  menerima diri saya apa adanya. Saya selalu mengaggap umur 8 adalah umur  terburuk dimana saya harus menjalani saat-saat tersulit, karena saya  menangis saat saya berulang tahun. Saya tidak akan pernah ingin  mengulang masa-masa itu kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini, saya kembali menangis  diulang tahun saya yang ke 20. Apakah benar saya harus menjalani hal  yang sama beratnya dengan tangisan penuh sepanjang tahun? Terkadang  apabila saya yang sekarang melihat kembali diri saya 12 tahun yang lalu,  saya merasa salut. Saya merasa jauh lebih berani menghadapi segala  masalah dan cobaan pada saat itu. Saya tidak bisa membayangkan bagaimana  anak berumur 8 tahun harus melewati masa-masa seperti itu dengan  semangat ingin cepat sembuh dan mengejar segala ketinggalan. Tidak  pernah terlintas diotak saya kalau saya ingin kembali kemasa itu. Tapi  akhir-akhir ini, terkhususnya sekarang saya ingin sekali kembali kepada  diri saya 12 tahun yang lalu, setidaknya saya ingin meminjam keberanian  dalam diri saya. Keberanian untuk menghadapi segala hal buruk,  keberanian untuk tidak menghindar dari masalah, semangat untuk mengejar  ketinggalan pelajaran, dan keberanian untuk berderi tegap, menghapus air  mata saya dan menerima keadaan apa adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1QLhe2NJkw/TpR4LzLnBiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/LPlT6FT1JQs/s1600/ivy%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1QLhe2NJkw/TpR4LzLnBiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/LPlT6FT1JQs/s320/ivy%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662282775624353314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LqnmakhFgI/TpR2mrH4DAI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6HLnEbJtl5E/s1600/ivy%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-2535263528590116368?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2535263528590116368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=2535263528590116368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2535263528590116368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2535263528590116368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/dua-tiga-delapan-satu-sembilan-sembilan_12.html' title='dua tiga, delapan, satu sembilan sembilan sembilan.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1QLhe2NJkw/TpR4LzLnBiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/LPlT6FT1JQs/s72-c/ivy%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-3317637286328632208</id><published>2011-10-11T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:46:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Seorang filsuf Yunani pernah menulis ... nasib terbaik adalah tidak  dilahirkan, yang kedua dilahirkan tapi mati muda, dan yang tersial  adalah umur tua. Rasa-rasanya memang begitu. Bahagialah mereka yang mati  muda"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya selalu menangguk dan setuju sejak  pertama kali dan kapanpun saya membaca kalimat yang ditulis oleh Soe Hok  Gie di dalam buku hariannya. Logically, Semakin sedikit umur yang harus  saya tempuh = semakin sedikit orang yang terkait dengan diri saya =  semakin sedikit masalah yang harus saya jalani = semakin sedikit  kemungkinan saya akan menyakiti/ disakiti oleh orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Terlahir  sebagai anak tengah merupakan suatu hal yang tidak mudah, saya harus  menghormati kakak saya dan menyayangi adik saya disaat yang bersamaan.  Semakin sulit ketika adik saya dilahirkan setelah saya merasakan menjadi  anak bungsu yang telah dimanja selama 10 tahun. Saya harus belajar  menerima segala konsekuensi akan hilangnya perhatian orang tua saya.  Saya harus bisa mengatur relasi saya dengan kakak dan adik saya. Sulit  rasanya untuk menjalain dua relasi yang berbeda disaat bersamaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya  akui, saya adalah orang yang cukup keras, saya bisa berteriak,  membentak, mencaci dan melakukan hal2 buruk lainnya apabila saya sedang  marah. Berkali-kali saya menyesali hal yang telah saya lakukan saat saya  tidak dapat mengatur emosi saya. Tapi dibalik kekerasan saya,  sejujurnya saya adalah orang yang sangat lemah. Saya tidak tahu  bagaimana caranya mendeskripsikan kelemahan saya, tapi semarah apapun  saya, semua akan hilang dalam sekejap apabila seseorang mengatakan kata  maaf dengan tulus. Karena itulah terkadang saya tidak suka dengan orang  yang dengan mudah mengatakan maaf tanpa benar-benar tau kesalahannya  bahkan tidak ingin mencoba merubah dirinya. Saya tidak bisa melihat  orang menangis, karena saya tahu rasanya menangis itu tidak enak.  Ironisnya, saya adalah orang yang mudah menyakiti perasaan orang lain  ketika saya sedang marah. Sampai pada suatu tingkat dimana orang tua  saya mengatakan saya lebih baik diam ketika saya marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya  sempat berfikir, apakah ini adalah suatu kebetulan atau Tuhan memang  ingin saya  belajar untuk mengendalikan emosi saya ketika saya harus  menjalani relasi dekat dengan lawan jenis yang sama-sama memiliki sifat  keras seperti saya. Berkali-kali relasi kami rusak hanya karena salah  satu diantara kami atau biasanya keduanya tidak bisa menahan emosi.  Sampai suatu saat saya memutuskan, saya mau lihat dimanakah batas  kesabaran saya dan saya harus bisa melampaui batas itu. Saya harus bisa  menekan emosi saya. Bukan untuk siapapun, tapi untuk diri saya sendiri.  Menurut saya, ketika saya menjalani relasi dengan orang lain, siapapun  itu dan apapun bentuknya adalah saat dimana saya bisa belajar untuk  menjadi pribadi yang lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib buruk selalu berkata lain,  2 minggu ini adalah minggu terberat yang harus saya alami dalam hidup  saya, masalah datang dan menyerang saya dari segala arah, keluarga,  sekolah, teman, pacar dll. Dan lagi, akhirnya emosi saya menang atas  segalanya, saya menyakiti orang yang saya anggap paling penting dalam  hidup saya, dan begitu juga sebaliknya. Saya tidak tahu hal apa yang  harus saya perbuat, mungkin benar saya lebih baik diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba  saya teringat akan kalimat yang dilontarkan oleh Soe Hok Gie, dari dulu  saya selalu memiliki 1 keinginan, merubah sesuatu lalu meninggal. Saya  adalah orang yang paling takut akan kehilangan sesuatu, karena itu saya  selalu berharap saya ingin meninggalkan dunia ini paling pertama, ya  saya tau saya egois. Ketika kalimat itu teringat kembali, saya merasa  semakin lama saya menjalani hidup semakin lama saya menyakiti dan  disakiti oleh orang-orang yang menjalani relasi dengan saya. Saya yang  dilahirkan dengan tubuh lemah sering kali berfikir kalau hidup saya  tidak akan panjang, kadang saya merasa senang dengan fakta tersebut.  Saya percaya, semua orang di dunia ini pasti pernah memiliki pikiran  untuk mengkahiri hidupnya dengan berbagai cara, begitu juga saya. Hanya  kata dosa yang selalu menghalangi saya dari perbuatan-perbuatan aneh  tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibalik semuanya, saya hanyalah seorang manusia. Saya  selalu berharap saya dapat menahan segala emosi saya, namun saya telah  gagal melampaui batas saya. Saya bukan wanita super yang bisa menahan  segala tekanan dan tetap tersenyum, kadang saya lelah dan ingin sekali  meninggalkan segalanya. Mungkin sampai saat itu datang, benar adanya  kalau hal yang harus saya lakukan hanyalah diam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-3317637286328632208?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3317637286328632208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=3317637286328632208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3317637286328632208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3317637286328632208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/seorang-filsuf-yunani-pernah-menulis_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5382954487406211049</id><published>2011-10-06T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:46:04.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost.&lt;br /&gt;It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change.&lt;br /&gt;FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them.&lt;br /&gt;And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS.&lt;br /&gt;I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is FEARLESS.&lt;br /&gt;Then, moving on and being alright…That’s FEARLESS too."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- T.Swift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5382954487406211049?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5382954487406211049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5382954487406211049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I could close my eyes and leave everything behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Everything was just as fine as 10 years back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;People started to realize that they're not the only human being in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;This never ending problem came to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I could reassemble what has been broken into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I could tell somebody what I am suffering from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I stopped lying to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;He knew what is happening to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I knew where did I do wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I was brave enough as I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I had the courage to let things go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;People knew the value of a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;My lacrimal gland didn't work this much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I could get a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5255065010749596474?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5255065010749596474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5255065010749596474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Been telling you how much I need someone to hold on, did I ask you to give me 1000 roses? Did I ask you to treat me as a princess? Did I ask you to be the most romantic guy on earth? No. All I want is just you to aware of who I am, what I am going through, to care of what I feel and please, do talk to me. Is it just a bad luck of mine that you would always be not there when I need you the most? You ditched me for your stupid trip on my birthday, ignored me when I really needed someone to talk with, left me when I needed a hug, well you didn't even care about what I feel . We both know the fact that we are 9532 miles apart is killing us, or may be just me? Since you seem like enjoy being by yourself all the time. We've been through this love-hate relationship for years. And I still can't believe why am I retaining this long distance relationship when I don't even know how would it work? It's always been hard for us to let each other go, yet we will never stop to quarrel. At this very moment, I don't know what I feel, I can't describe what I feel about you, you did nothing wrong, and yes you can blame me for now. I guess, I just miss you that much. And again you are somewhere there, not even bother to read my text.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1064500310120529786?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1064500310120529786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1064500310120529786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1064500310120529786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1064500310120529786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/words-can-never-describe-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6604669650971517112</id><published>2011-04-02T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:58:08.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision.</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to achieve you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many choices to choose and decision to make lately. And, I am very bad at making decision, it takes me for-e-ver. Even when I realize life is all about choosing, and deciding. Eg, which path will you go through, whom you want to spend your life with, what food will you eat later, should I say yes or no, which one should I do first blablablah. I miss blogging, well I think it is the best way to throw up all the floating thoughts on my mind, they have no where to go but here. But I need to stop to procrastinate my work. This semester went 85627261x faster than I could possibly imagine, 3 more weeks and I am so done with school. I am pretty happy that I am officially not going to be a lazy fat ass and being unproductive during my semester break later, will talk about it later after assessment, promise. So far everything went well. So many good news, and oh yeah bad news. But I need to stop typing now, or else I will never get my zine done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6604669650971517112?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6604669650971517112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6604669650971517112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6604669650971517112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6604669650971517112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/04/decision.html' title='Decision.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7017739631198550957</id><published>2011-02-27T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:16:57.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>Help me will you?</title><content type='html'>So I currently entered a Tee design competition, and really really need your help to vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEcAj7WwTfg/TWk1aKNxLrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wsUXGbx9J-c/s1600/Ivyana%2BPramono%2B-%2BTSIHRT%2BDESIGN%2B5%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEcAj7WwTfg/TWk1aKNxLrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wsUXGbx9J-c/s320/Ivyana%2BPramono%2B-%2BTSIHRT%2BDESIGN%2B5%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048337010044594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIXCXXn_imw/TWk1aLQvgyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/5ly0vsALVuw/s1600/Ivyana%2BPramono%2B-%2BTSHIRT%2BDESIGN%2B2%2Bcopy%2Bthumbnail.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIXCXXn_imw/TWk1aLQvgyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/5ly0vsALVuw/s320/Ivyana%2BPramono%2B-%2BTSHIRT%2BDESIGN%2B2%2Bcopy%2Bthumbnail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048337290953506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can vote both of them here : http://bit.ly/huhOAO and http://bit.ly/gW6Sxf please kindly post those links on your blogspot/tumblr/livejournal etc for me please? THANK YOUUU :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7017739631198550957?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7017739631198550957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7017739631198550957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7017739631198550957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7017739631198550957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-me-will-you.html' title='Help me will you?'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEcAj7WwTfg/TWk1aKNxLrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wsUXGbx9J-c/s72-c/Ivyana%2BPramono%2B-%2BTSIHRT%2BDESIGN%2B5%2Bcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-3114547567286087110</id><published>2011-01-26T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:22:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea why do I live this way. Thinking that I have put my feet at the right and wrong place at the same time. Feeling guilt for no reason. Keep all my hatreds inside.  Changing my mind all the time. Loving and hating, caring and ignoring the same person. Asking myself to do something that I actually know could never possibly done. Pursuing something that doesn't even exist. Working beyond my self-ability. Expecting things that are not real.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or yet.&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/942353792335781360-3114547567286087110?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3114547567286087110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=3114547567286087110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3114547567286087110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3114547567286087110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-no-idea-why-do-i-live-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1100393805416622578</id><published>2010-12-01T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:03:23.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello December, hello Jakarta, hello the real holiday. I want to draw pleaseeee :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so busy with my christmas eve decoration lately :( at least Im satisfied with the result. Gonna fly back to Jakarta in less than 10 hours. See you there :) oh and... let's draw and paint! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1100393805416622578?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1100393805416622578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1100393805416622578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1100393805416622578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1100393805416622578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-december-hello-jakarta-hello-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7327389962269137266</id><published>2010-11-16T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:01:32.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets make a plan</title><content type='html'>I actually have made a few plans of things I want to do during my semester break, which I haven't done any. Starting from binding my own journal, making some illustration, reading books, photography hunt, tattoo painting etcetera. It has been almost a week of my holiday, and I pretty enjoy it with hanging out with some friends from other faculty whom I really miss (Since we used to spend more time when we were in foundation class back then till we were split to our own major and most of them are going to Interior Design). Other than that, I have been spending my holiday with sleep sleep sleep. I might be just overly exhausted after the assessment, I guess. Let's say that I am a very good plan maker, yet a brilliant procrastinator. I really need to leave this habit which I think very bad. And start to start what I have planned and so finish what I have started. So let's make a plan of executing my plans. The deal is I will let myself to laze around as  I need to recharge my self until hmmmm the end of this week? I hope so. After that, I needa start all the things I asked my self to do. Please, stick to the plan Ivy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7327389962269137266?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7327389962269137266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7327389962269137266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7327389962269137266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7327389962269137266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-make-plan.html' title='Lets make a plan'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1691265822091504194</id><published>2010-11-11T17:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:15:54.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TN-LktscBhI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nCvt_rG5LSc/s1600/bw1.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TN-LktscBhI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nCvt_rG5LSc/s320/bw1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539299529546532370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! My major assessment is officially over. And what I have been waiting for so long just began... holiday. I had been so fed up with school. Well, not really. Some people said that I looked so stressed lately. They thought that school has depressed me a lot. Really? Okay I tell you, yes I have been so under pressure lately, but it was out of school stuff. And school just simply made it worse. Ive been trying to let everything go, tried to have some fun, try not to bother but I just ridiculously cant. Someone just asked me "Is it really hard to live in Singapore? You seem so stressed!" I just realized that I ve been posting all of frustrating post on my post. Hmmmm its not a good thing. I seem like use my blog to throw all the sadness in my heart, when I cant say to anyone but my blog. But in fact so many happiness happened in my life here in Singapore. I have 2 amazing housemates who always there, bunch of great people around me who never fail to make me smile. It is just I was too happy that I didnt have time to write about my happiness, whereas when I really need a place to throw all my sadness, then I opened my blog and typed everything. Well, I swear to my self that I will try not to post any emo post AHHAHA try to move on and let things go. Till then, I will sleep and enjoy my holiday :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TN-Mdq7YJYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/YEYMez9iwy8/s1600/bw2%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TN-Mdq7YJYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/YEYMez9iwy8/s320/bw2%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539300508056429954" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1691265822091504194?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1691265822091504194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1691265822091504194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1691265822091504194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1691265822091504194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-my-major-assessment-is-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TN-LktscBhI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nCvt_rG5LSc/s72-c/bw1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-4624991750133625599</id><published>2010-11-09T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:34:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ridiculous conversation between me and myself</title><content type='html'>"What the hell are you doing now? Do your work!"&lt;div&gt;"Me? What the hell am I doing now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Crying"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Huh? Really? Where are the tears? My eyes seem okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not in your eyes, in your heart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fuck. No wonder I have not been feeling like doing work lately"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good then if you know, stop crying and do your work"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why should I?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cause you are having assessment in less than 36 hours oh hell bloody stupid girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Another F, I dont think I can finish everything in time :'("&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"THEN STRAIGHT TO DO UR WORK NOW U DONT WANT TO FAIL THIS SEM DONT YOU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Help me please, I feel like I dont care, as long as I pass"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you crazy? Since when you are being such a stupid girl who doesnt even care about ur grades?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I dont know, perhaps since I cant feel nothing but pain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Slap your pain awayyyyyyy! OH GOSH U ARE HAVING ASSESSMENT SOONNNN"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then slap me. Here, right on my face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please stop being ridiculous. I cant slap my own face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then help me, I need someone to slap my face and wake me up."&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/942353792335781360-4624991750133625599?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4624991750133625599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=4624991750133625599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4624991750133625599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4624991750133625599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/11/ridiculous-conversation-between-me-and.html' title='A ridiculous conversation between me and myself'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-4936422656778463141</id><published>2010-11-06T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T06:58:06.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nW-PuKhLsNM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nW-PuKhLsNM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I used to smile myself everytime I hear this song. Now its just killing me inside. I dont know why and I hate to feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-4936422656778463141?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4936422656778463141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=4936422656778463141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4936422656778463141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4936422656778463141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7460181200063619789</id><published>2010-11-04T05:00:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:50:09.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last letter</title><content type='html'>I realize, I'd never write so-called-last-letter for you, I dont know I dont know what is wrong with me, I have never missed you this much since I had decided not to care about your life. I ever swore, I will never talk to you anymore even a word, until I broke it myself. I know you wont read what I write here. But just let me at least telling this to myself, just let me write what I feel and leave it here, not in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to my life, right when I needed a shoulder to cry on. When I thought love was just a word,when I thought I would never fall in love with anyone anymore. You wiped my tears away, you made me laugh, you fixed my broken heart, you just simply stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to be the part of your life. I was in doubt. I was too afraid to even asked my self what did I really feel about you. My heart was too scared to be broken one more time. But then you have held my heart, why should I worry about?&lt;br /&gt;We were so in love. I did love you. Sincerely from the deepest of my heart. I loved you so bad that I cried everytime you turned off the phone without saying goodbye. I loved you so bad that I jumped everytime you said you love me.&lt;br /&gt;You were my day, you were my entire life. You were the one whom firstly appear in my mind once I open my eyes and the one whom accompanied me till I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;you were my sugar candy baby, you were my everything.&lt;br /&gt;We fought, we argued, we quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to leave you. I didnt want. Instead you wanted to leave me, I held you. I held you begged you pleased you. I couldnt even imagine what would my life be without you.&lt;br /&gt;We realized, we apologized, we cried.&lt;br /&gt;We promised that we would not ever hurt each other.&lt;br /&gt;You broke it.&lt;br /&gt;You swore again, you broke again&lt;br /&gt;We fought again, and again and again and I gave up. I asked myself was I really that bad? That you wanted really much to leave me? We broke up. You hurt my heart. You broke it down in to pieces. And I promised I would never hold you no more, not even once. I have had enough.&lt;br /&gt;You tried to fix everything. But I ran. I didnt want to look back, and I was too scared to look ahead. Cause I know we would be apart, right after we graduated from highschool. We would really be apart, by distance, by time and by everything.&lt;br /&gt;You convinced me, you were the one who really trust in our love that we would able to through every single problem. You were the one who said distance would not be a big deal for us. I trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to make up. We were 10 times more in love. But time separated us. I flew to Singapore, left you and my heart in Jakarta. Everything was completely okay. I was so happy that I thought distance would not be a big problem to us. Until the day you flew to your place you live now.&lt;br /&gt;You have changed. A lot. You broke your promise for the millionth time. I was not strong enough to hold you. I was faced with two choices, you or school. I chose school. And I left you.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so bad, but I hurt my self more.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get you out of my mind. I tried real hard.&lt;br /&gt;We had not talk for so long. I hated you. I hated you so I could convince my self that I should stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking for another guy. Someone who can replace you. I have crushed on a few guys. But thats all. No one could make me fall in love like I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have forgotten every single feeling about you. I started to stop being so cold to you as we tried to forget everything and decided to be a friend. You once ever said you still miss me after all. I asked you to move on. I clearly remember I said to you not to stay in the same place for so long. I asked you to love someone else. Having a long conversation with you for almost a month somehow just flattered me knowing that you still care about me that much even after we had not talked for almost a year, and all of my hatred to you just slowly disappear. I dont know if it's or its not being replaced by another feeling.&lt;div&gt;I've Been busy for all the school stuff here. And we've been stopped talking. Well unconsciously I missed to talk to you, and sometimes tried to make a short conversation with you. Until I found out that.... again, you changed.&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that you have finally moved on. I knew that someday you will. And I thought it would not be a problem for me, but why do I feel there's something wrong with me, there's such a strange pain, here, deep inside my heart which is killing me. I was so speechless that I cant even cry. You do nothing wrong. I guess its me. Its me who have been lying to my self all this time.&lt;br /&gt;I dont and I would probably never want to fix our relationship. What is done is done.&lt;br /&gt;But at least, I want to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I ever hurt you so deep, I never meant to,&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for every single curse that I said, for the pain I made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for being cold to you,&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for the things I did,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldnt be the best,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the every single thing that I cant describe&lt;div&gt;and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the countless thing youve ever done for me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there, for the every single time we had passed&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving me, for the feeling we shared&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever begged you to stay here by my side. Now I really beg you to get out of my mind. I have assessment on the next 6 days and I just want to focus without thinking about you. Just leave my heart alone. I'll pray for the best for you. I know you are a good guy. Just believe me, you had been the one, you had been the one for me, Aam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I hope someday we can at least having a last heart to heart talk before you officially become hers #justawish&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/942353792335781360-7460181200063619789?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7460181200063619789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7460181200063619789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7460181200063619789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7460181200063619789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-letter.html' title='The last letter'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6442736760726864316</id><published>2010-10-27T05:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:58:51.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I miss those time, when I draw, paint, design etc merely for the sake of having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop taking school too seriously. Anyway holiday is coming in the next 2 weeks. So is the assessment, and Im completely not ready yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6442736760726864316?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6442736760726864316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6442736760726864316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6442736760726864316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6442736760726864316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-those-time-when-i-draw-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7825736402434001788</id><published>2010-10-17T00:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:02:02.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days challenge</title><content type='html'>Got this from tumblr, and i know Its kinda stupid to do this super unimportant thing on my super hectic days. but im itching to do it AHHAHA oke so here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello&lt;br /&gt;2. I still miss you after all, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;3. Please, stop. It's kinda irritating.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you give me a hug? please?&lt;br /&gt;5. You must see this! Likee, right now?&lt;br /&gt;6. Where'd you go? How you doin?&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss you miss you miss youuuu&lt;br /&gt;8. (I give my lucky number for to, happy?) If you still waiting for ...., then tell me how stupid am I still thinking about something that I shouldnt think about.&lt;br /&gt;9. Im sorry, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;10. I cant wait to see you hug you sing dance and do everything that we've already planned since long time agoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love performing art (obviously) and dance is such the biggest desire of mine. Sadly, it is just a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. But after Ive spent a year on my Visual Art foundation, I fall so deep in love in painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And sadly again, I chose Communication Design (which is my first choice) over Fine Arts, after considered a lot of things. And now I think I chose a wrong way. And  I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I always feel that Im not as talented as people do think about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Im a bipolar disorder personality person. I cant choose when there's a choice. My mood swings easily, I can be as calm as you could never possibly imagine and be super noisy in a minute when I hear something I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Cause I'm so easily get excited when I hear, I saw, I meet anything I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I cant express how I feel about someone, when I hate him/her or even in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Im thinking anytime, anywhere about anything. And Im talking with my self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I love cheese, I love pink, I love lines and details, I love paint drips, flower, rainbow. And right now I currently adore someone. But not in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Don't PRETEND as you are a gentle man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I like a real gentle man though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A deep minded man attracts me much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ignore me, make me curious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. hug me when I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Call me Ivy or vy instead of hey, hai, hello, hei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I do not know why but I like guy who has a bass voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Will Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake back together someday? (I wish. please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When a soldier kills his enemy, is it counted as a sin or a even a virtue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Is the amount of sands on the beach exactly the same as the total number of people in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What is eternity? What will we do after the end of the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do the artists and musicians know that their artworks worth million dollars after they died? If yes do they smile? or even regret for the suicidal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What changes can I make before I die? And who will come and cry over my coffin on my funeral day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Does money really matter to all the businessman or any other people in this world? Is it the main goal of your life? Then what about your dreams when you're still a lil kid? Will you exchange all your money with the flying ability and being a superman? Do you still want to be a superstar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Some people say art is their passion. The question is do you like to DO arts or do you like to SEE arts? There's a huge difference btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. How could people just anyhow took other people's artworks from internet, and use it as their pictures, background etc or even worse claim it as their works. Don't you ashamed of your  self? or do you proud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. when will I start my illustration homework and what's up with the assessment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should stop doing this. sorry for the overly much questions. I just cant stop asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much I wish I'd never done, for me what is done is done, everything has happened for any reason. The only thing I wish is just I'd never hurt anybody. Physically, mentally or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Ten: One confession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so apparently, I do fail on this challenge. Too much school stuff (trying to make an excuse) HAHAHA will do this after assessment *finger crosses* now back to work.bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7825736402434001788?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7825736402434001788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7825736402434001788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7825736402434001788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7825736402434001788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-days-challenge.html' title='10 days challenge'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-594451439252478843</id><published>2010-10-16T17:30:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:01:55.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><title type='text'>My Currently Desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TLmS31krmzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LOuYUKNva-M/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TLmS31krmzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LOuYUKNva-M/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528611505545386802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TLl7xivRXoI/AAAAAAAAAwY/PEsPBuQTzVw/s1600/Picture+1.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See? How I put school on the top list of my priority now (I even deleted any unrelated-to-school-stuff from my desktop so I wont be distracted --"). Ive been such a lazy person and keep wasting my time for nothing these past 2 months, and now time is running out, my assessment is coming on the next 4 weeks. FML. I keep telling to myself now, give a best shoot for the assessment and enjoy your holiday without any guilt feeling. Work hard, Play hard. Tim Notke once ever said "hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard" and others say "Work smart, not hard." Since I'm a Bipolar disorder personality person and I cant choose when there's a choice, why don't just do both? Work hard and smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-594451439252478843?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/594451439252478843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=594451439252478843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/594451439252478843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/594451439252478843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-currently-desktop-aw.html' title='My Currently Desktop'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TLmS31krmzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LOuYUKNva-M/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7234429882828860188</id><published>2010-10-09T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:36:44.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things I hate about my self</title><content type='html'>I can't draw circle (it will turn to be an eclipse or even worse) and straight line.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so easily distracted (like now, Im actually doing my CPJ then I feel like blogging)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not as hard working as I used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to sleep. Really much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and once I sleep, it's really hard to wake my self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a very big dark eyebags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never satisfied with things I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel I'm doing everything worse than anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am easily angered, yet feel guilty in a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so weak, messy, maudlin and careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I procrastinate things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7234429882828860188?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7234429882828860188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7234429882828860188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7234429882828860188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7234429882828860188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-things-i-hate-about-my-self.html' title='Random things I hate about my self'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-8768552918699684989</id><published>2010-10-06T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:31:10.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Dear God,</title><content type='html'>I know this sounds so impossible, but can You kindly give me 50 hours a day so I can finish all my tasks in time, I can sleep and rest well, I can dance, I can watch youtube, I can read a few books, do some drawings etcetera so I do not have to rush and stress my self, like now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TKtqJsWnr9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EQkJ5PtO_C0/s1600/Photo+32.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TKtqJsWnr9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EQkJ5PtO_C0/s320/Photo+32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524626082657447890" 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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TKtqJ3w9e9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/bzukKpF9xdA/s1600/Photo+34.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TKtqJ3w9e9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/bzukKpF9xdA/s320/Photo+34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524626085720718290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TKtqKHFR-CI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gR1eZOzNNwk/s1600/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TKtqKHFR-CI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gR1eZOzNNwk/s320/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524626089832478754" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8768552918699684989?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8768552918699684989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8768552918699684989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8768552918699684989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8768552918699684989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-god.html' title='Dear God,'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TKtqJsWnr9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EQkJ5PtO_C0/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-114476280696432026</id><published>2010-09-25T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:04:16.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohbadday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>dont cry, Ivy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TJ3CFz72rLI/AAAAAAAAAvg/y5QrHiRifrs/s1600/dontcryivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TJ3CFz72rLI/AAAAAAAAAvg/y5QrHiRifrs/s400/dontcryivy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520782123322485938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes turn red, and I really couldnt help my self not to cry now. I have really been under pressure lately. Regardless of school, family and others, I just have a big disappointment towards my self. What if this and that and this and that. To be honest, I am now stressed, afraid, worried, anxious, agitated, distempered and oh my god I cant even find any word to describe what I really feel now. I thought I would be able to handle everything by myself, tried to fight my own fears, throw all the doubts. But in fact I am not as tough as what I ever possibly thought. Everyone has their own limit, and once you reach it, all you want to do is give up. Just like what Im feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln once said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; “Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-114476280696432026?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/114476280696432026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=114476280696432026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/114476280696432026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/114476280696432026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-cry-ivy.html' title='dont cry, Ivy.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TJ3CFz72rLI/AAAAAAAAAvg/y5QrHiRifrs/s72-c/dontcryivy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6520150543725789233</id><published>2010-09-23T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:54:33.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>To do list.</title><content type='html'>I am not willing to write the list of my homework which is soooooooo long. Cause I am now so fed up with all of the time-consuming homework, assignments, projects, tasks, writings and any other school stuff that I have to do during my TERM BREAK (who the hell on earth will call this as a term break). I really need my own time. There's a lot of things I REALLY BEG TO DO now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DRAWING&lt;br /&gt; I miss drawing. I found that my hand now not able to draw real stuff :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bind my own journal&lt;br /&gt;I need need need it soooo bad. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Making stop motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Explore Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously tell you singapore is MORE THAN JUST an orchard road. There's a lot of interesting place you need to go to when you come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading reading&lt;br /&gt;Lately I realize that books are fascinating. I found a lot of interesting book that I planed to read during my term break but please dont ask me whether I have time to read it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;Dont laugh please. I have been cooking for my self lately, just a simple dish. Thats whyyy I want to try more and moree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Picnic&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i know it sounds weird but I feel like go to somewhere with my friends just for siting, chilling, chatting and eating lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of alllllll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my eye bags. I really want to sleep as long as I wantttttttt and wake up without any guilt feeling :S like seriously, I really look like a living zombie now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, need to do finish my literature review essay. bye and goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6520150543725789233?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6520150543725789233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6520150543725789233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6520150543725789233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6520150543725789233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-do-list.html' title='To do list.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5743182595184923734</id><published>2010-09-08T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:55:01.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Im still alive but Im dying.</title><content type='html'>Some people asked me why I rarely update my blog. Actually I really want to spend my day to write. I need a place to blow out all the stuff that keep spinning spinning and spinning in my head. All the question, thoughts, idea etcetera. But then sometimes I have written a few sentences then ended up with saving it as a draft which I never posted. Well, just want to share my disappointment towards my self lately...&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick since Friday. Just a mild fever and influenza, so I was thinking I would recover soon within 1-2 days. Then I kept push my self to come to class (I want a 100% attendance for this semester), working, went to some nature activity and sleep late. On saturday night, I knew that my body condition was getting worse, so I changed my plan (I was planing to doing my assignments or at least read my essay's text) instead of doing my assignment, I took a herbal medicine then went sleep at 11 pm and set my alarm to ring 7 hours after hoping that I would be get better soon and up earlier then do what I should have done. What happened on the sunday morning? Once I open my eyes, all I felt is aching all over my body, and this crap nose continuously sneezing. I felt so weak. After talked with my parents, I forced my self to up and bought some flu medicine. What I thought was I will get well soon after I take the medicine. So I laid my self on the bed while trying to read my CCS's text. Until I knew I wont be able to focus on what I read, so I decided just to rest my body all day long. Monday, no more fever, but the influenza was getting worse. I HATEEE MY NOSE. I went to Botanical Garden with my friends to take some pictures for my Photography homework. Im dying. I reached home at 9pm. Havent done with my essay draft and 3 typography posters and the deadline is Tuesday. Being disappointed by myself that has not been recovered even I have already resting my self and try to not care with my homework I couldnt think any more about resting. I re-read my super long text, and did my essay draft until 5am, and kept force myself to do the typography poster, and came up with one idea until I couldnt stand anymore and fell asleep at 7am. Woke up at 11 and went to school, my influenza is getting and getting worse (until now). Back home at 7pm and slept again until 10pm. But still, this influenza is killing me. I ate medicine, vitamin c, orange juice and everything that everyone suggested to me. But im not feeling better even 10%. I dont want to see doctor. I hate doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my self. I hate for being so weak and easily get sick. Hand surgery, sinusitis, high fever, weak heart and blood pressure, physio and respiratory therapy, fainting, numbing, massive headache. Im so enough of all of them. People said as I grow up Im gonna be stronger. But when? Im 19. And I still a small weak lil girl. Screw my self. &lt;br /&gt;I have been dragging all my assignments, project, homework and everything (oh ya my CPS still blank) because of this stupid flu while Im having my formative week next week. I never been as slack as now. I dont care anymore about this body. Im gonna push myself. I have already left far away behind. Wont procrastinate, wont be distracted anything anymore. I know I able to do what I want. Gonna put my self in the fire, then resting on my term break which is next next week, until then I wont stop. I wont give up. See you next-next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5743182595184923734?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5743182595184923734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5743182595184923734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5743182595184923734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5743182595184923734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-alive-but-im-dying.html' title='Im still alive but Im dying.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5273008796727148147</id><published>2010-08-11T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:18:24.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><title type='text'>Way of seeing</title><content type='html'>Hey, finally my long holiday has officially over, so did the Induction week. And my very first class has begun. I think I've told you how excited am I to start my school. I was like 11/10 ready. Some of you might be think I must be stupid, crazy or whatever yes I am. I used to complaining about everything around me, when I was 7 years old I wished I could back to 3 years old, when I was 10 I wished I was still 7 and when I was 15 i wished I was still 10 and so on, I couldnt be satisfied with and kept wishing I was the way I wasnt. And I know many people ever felt the same feeling. Do you know the only way to be happy is by being grateful of everything we have, do what you love so then we can love our life? So I tell to myself to enjoying every little thing happens in my life now before someday I regret and say "Oh how I wish I could turn back the time." Its idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having Contextual and Cultural Studies lesson today. It was basically learn about history. I like to learn about history. It's like we can learn so many things from what ever happened and I really like to know. I know I have to admit that I'm a kepo girl AHHAHA its like I always wanna know about anything. And if I dont understand I will think about it but the bad thing is I sometimes just have all of those thought based on what I've always been thinking and pointed what is wrong and right based on what I thought. Well, I try to tell myself that everything has many different side, so that's why we have to see everything from many different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my CCS lesson today, Im interested of some questions from the slide like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We see, but then do we actually see?"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Who's actually doing the 'seeing'?"&lt;/span&gt; Well, if you a bit confused about the question its actually about the way we see something. Do we see something because we know or we know because we see? Do we see because we see or because someone telling us than we see it as what someone told us? I think I make it even more complicated -_- sorry. Ummmm how to explain, it's basically telling us that everything can be seen as a different thing. It depends on how's someone see, or what they've already known and etc etc. I believe everyone has different point of view. We are all unique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I have always thought there's no such thing as a failure. People say, failure is a key to success. But, isn't it better if you have not failed? I admit that failure teaches us to be better. Oh yes, ONLY IF we could find how could we fall on the failure, try not to do it anymore and do the self-improvement. But what if we keep doing the same thing over and over again? Sometimes people keep on their mind "It's okay to fail as long as you try it again and again" but ended up with doing the same mistakes. So what's the point of retrying the same thing when there's no improvement? To be honest, I dont really like thought such  "genius person didnt do great on their study" (example : Albert Einstein) like what my mom said when I forced my little sister to study. OH MOMMM, do you know it's one in a million? Why people look at the exception when they know they're actually the rule? Im not telling that I have never failed. I did. A lot. And I used to believe there's nothing wrong with being failed as long as I keep trying WITHOUT find where's the mistakes and kept doing the same mistakes then failed again. What a loser. But then, when I change my point of view and I tell to my self "I dont want to be fail." I could at least do something which is better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point that I want to tell is when you see that "it's okay if I fail at least I've tried my best" will just bring you to the same failure over and over again. Instead, tell to yourself that you dont want to fail and you wont ever be. Its okay to have a failure, but as I said before isn't it better if you have not failed? So make up your mind! see something 180 degree different from what you used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5273008796727148147?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5273008796727148147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5273008796727148147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5273008796727148147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5273008796727148147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/08/way-of-seeing.html' title='Way of seeing'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-4192282214714229594</id><published>2010-08-04T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:45:59.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>Some doodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFlSS7gBP8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/S--ZAew4mLQ/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFlSS7gBP8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/S--ZAew4mLQ/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501518904972885954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFlSSU6UW6I/AAAAAAAAAu4/dBkxcjQxMjM/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFlSSU6UW6I/AAAAAAAAAu4/dBkxcjQxMjM/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501518894614207394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFlSSD--ENI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Fll7NP9lQS0/s1600/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFlSSD--ENI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Fll7NP9lQS0/s400/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501518890070315218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doodling whenever you feel like you want to, it kills the boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-4192282214714229594?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4192282214714229594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=4192282214714229594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4192282214714229594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4192282214714229594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-doodles.html' title='Some doodles'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFlSS7gBP8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/S--ZAew4mLQ/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-680326801129139513</id><published>2010-08-03T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:45:37.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>August wish.</title><content type='html'>People say, if you had a wish, do not tell anyone but God. But then... should I believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFhF38Di4LI/AAAAAAAAAuI/wheoz1eD-Gk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFhF38Di4LI/AAAAAAAAAuI/wheoz1eD-Gk/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501223772149178546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to and sometimes I still do believe in Santa Clause, but if I had not told my parents what I have wished, Would I still see the present under my christmas tree? If I had not told my lecturer that I'd really like to paint a mural, would she give me an opportunity to paint the mural? If I had not told my ex boyfriend how I wished to see him last year after I flied to Singapore, would he come to visit me on the next month after? If I had not told my parents how I really wanted to take art school, would they still allow me to take art as my major, which for some people is not considered as a good major (and even sometimes they think that those who take the art is a loser who is not accepted in other majors.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe, there's a time we really need to tell others what we want, what we need and what we feel. I do believe in God and every word of Him. But God is not the only way to achieve what we dream of. We will never get an A score simply by praying and hoping there will be a miracle to help us finish our assignment. We ourselves must strive to grab the moon. What I believe is God is the one who led me through every problem in my journey, the one who leads me and let me know which path should I choose. But still, I'm the one who live it my own. I really wish I could tell people what I want as clearly as I tell to God. But sometimes, I cant even describe what I feel. I think words can never be able to describe one's feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have a wish that I could probably never tell anyone. It's not I'm scared my wish wont be came true and its not Im trying to be more secretive. Its just ummmm I dont know how to tell it.  lol stupid. Well this is august, the month of my birth. I used to have a big excitement when August comes. I could hardly wait of 23rd of August, blowed out the candles and gently whispered my wishes before. But not for now, I just wish I could skip my birthday. I hate to face that I will no longer celebrate my birthday, one more time I will say that I hate to face that I need to grow up. 19 is the last year of being teenager. But I dont feel like I have grown up neither physically nor mentally -_____-  the saddest part is my parents wont be here :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFhF4cuiI_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EDOzAB2ODWc/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFhF4cuiI_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EDOzAB2ODWc/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501223780919419890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school will be started soon. Induction week has begun,and my first project will be started next week. Today is my first day of school, started with introduction of Communication Design for the whole batch and ended with gathering with our own class then drew a background for a simple photoshoot, it was fun for me. Although I am actually a little bit scared to see some communication design students which look very talented. I dont know why but Im so excited about school. Apparently Im addicted to stress, sleeplessness, competition against my self, "self-torture" and beating my self until I achieve what I think the best. Well, you might think Im overly ambitious but please dont judge me that quick. I always have a reason behind all the things that I do. Oh well, it can be simply said as I want do my best since my parents had already paid a big amount of money for my tuition and my life here. More over, I have a few reason behind. First, I like art. I didnt say I am good in art, but at least I like it. I just want to do what I like, and I will fight for it. It wasnt easy to be here. Like it was seriously hard to convince my parents about my choice. So now, I say this to my self "until I am satisfied with what I do I will never stop." I have run this far, and I dont want to give up easily. Another reason is back to my parents. I love them. much. The biggest dream of mine to make them happy and proud. I dont want they say "Oh dear, Ivy is finally graduated from college." on my graduation night, instead I want to hear they say "Look at her our daughter Im so proud of her" with a big happy smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, trying to make it simple let's say my wish for this year is to study better than last year and to treat people around me nicer.  Oh my can you find a better word Ivy???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-680326801129139513?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/680326801129139513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=680326801129139513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/680326801129139513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/680326801129139513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-wish.html' title='August wish.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TFhF38Di4LI/AAAAAAAAAuI/wheoz1eD-Gk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7167852928068030725</id><published>2010-07-25T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:03:44.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><title type='text'>Lesson of the day</title><content type='html'>someone has unpredictably told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Do what you can do today, don't wait till tomorrow cause you never know what will happen on the next day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7167852928068030725?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7167852928068030725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7167852928068030725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7167852928068030725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7167852928068030725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/07/lesson-of-day.html' title='Lesson of the day'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-8617302529284460047</id><published>2010-07-21T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:03:52.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohbadday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TEcQ5jQ8UYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/22Rx1IUb-5w/s1600/leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TEcQ5jQ8UYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/22Rx1IUb-5w/s400/leaving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496380451133870466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8617302529284460047?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8617302529284460047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8617302529284460047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8617302529284460047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8617302529284460047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TEcQ5jQ8UYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/22Rx1IUb-5w/s72-c/leaving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2057247419813020107</id><published>2010-07-20T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:36:09.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Wake up Ivy!</title><content type='html'>I just have one last day to spend with some beloved people, then I gotta fly back to my second home town and back to the reality. I purposely arranged to spend only 5 weeks (While actually Im having 3 months holiday) here in Jakarta, so it wouldn't be so hard for me when the time to go back to sg is coming. But apparently my plan doesn't work at all. Otherwise,I think its a bad idea. I shouldnt have made this stupid decision. Sigh. The hardest part of going back is to say goodbye, and the hardest part of saying goodbye is to know that youre gonna be apart which means I wont be able to meet them for the next 3 or 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living away from some people you used to live with makes you think differently and change some of your point of view. Well, to be honest I used to hate being at home and spending time with my family. Being a middle child is not easy. I have to respect my big brother and take care of my little sister at the same time. Worse, I used to think that my parents dont even love me as much as they love my siblings. I believe theres a lot of people out there ever feel the same way. But it changed since I started to live far from them. When I can only meet them like once in 3 months? And I started to think every second that I spend with them is so precious. I found a big hole in my heart like 6 months ago?(oh well I know Im stupid since I should have known this earlier) That was the time to fly back to singapore after I spent one month in Jakarta on my semester break holiday. I saw my mom crying when she made the cross sign in my forehead while whispering "Good luck there vy, I'll see you soon. Dont work too hard, remember to eat and the most important is sleep even you will be so busy mama knows. Take care of your self, I know you are a good girl Ive been so proud of." And hell yeah, my tears just dropped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in the middle of february, when I refused to spend chinese new year in Jakarta and chose to stay in Singapore instead, she called me and said "I miss you vy, you should have gone back here we're all miss you. But its okay, take your time there enjoy your holiday, take a rest. Hows your chinese new year day there by the way?" I just cried and answered "Ma, I know I should have gone back, so lonely here :'(" then she asked me to stop crying and book a ticket for the next 2 weeks after (I was having a project week before the assessment week) I was in a doubt, I know I wont be able to focus on my work in Jakarta, thats the only reason why I refused to back on the chinese new year holiday, but eventually I chose to go there for a week. 3 days before my flight day, I fell sick. I heard my mom voice was like so panic through the phone. She asked my aunty to drop by and see my condition. Fortunately I recovered 2 days after and I could fly back to Jakarta to hug her. I brought all my works and did all of it in Jakarta. I was still awake until 4 or 5 am. My mom did know that, she knows very well that no one can stop me to do my works until I made it perfectly, so she didnt bother me by asking me to sleep over and over again. Instead, she came to my room (at 4am when she wasnt supposed to be awake) brought me some fruits and snack and said "Eat these while you're working, I want you to concern about your healthy as well. Dont be such a perfectionist person, it kills you. Ive been there" I just smiled and said "Thanks mom, but I know what I do, dont worry much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the different case, I started to feel that my papa is actually love me so since he cared for every simple thing that I dont even realized. Hard to describe. Different from my mama, he never said anything such he misses me or what, he just asked me to take care of my self since he couldnt taking care of me when I live far from him. But every time I have a problem, he would be the hero. I learnt much about life from him. The most impressive thing I found from him that he loves everyone around them sincerely. He does not hold a grudge even to those who did wrong to him. He cares much about me even when Im arguing with him. Somehow, I can no longer beg him to say yes when he says no because I know it will be the best way for me. Whereas I used to force him to say yes everytime he said no to me. I just realized he loves me much and so do I, I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I dont need to say more about how much I love my friends. Nothing cant ever beat them. It will be so hard for me to wait about 3 or 6 months for another craziness. I have written alot about them, and how I wish we would always stay the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thanking God, because he gave me a chance to live far from some people I love, so I realized how much I love them and I know how precious every second time I spend with them. And for the first time I know how much they love me. Just in case I cant hug and tell each of them until the few months later I would like to say here "From the deepest of my heart, I do love you. I am not good at expressing what I feel literally, but at least I would be so glad if you know how much I love you, and its so hard for me to wake up from my dream back to the reality and saying goodbye. But I do believe that love should not have a distance, and we will meet again soon!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-2057247419813020107?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2057247419813020107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=2057247419813020107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2057247419813020107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2057247419813020107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-have-one-last-day-to-spend-with.html' title='Wake up Ivy!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-4271266857130477367</id><published>2010-07-08T14:28:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:31:04.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>Mural mural painted on the wall</title><content type='html'>So far I did 2 murals this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASALLE's open house Mural 2010 13-16 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my 2D project, basically all we had to do is painting on the wall. But it wasn't that simple as it seen. All of the foundation student was divided into several large groups and they gave us different theme each such as Pop Art, Art Nouveau, Flora and fauna, Crystallographic balance, Nature, Stripes, Rhythm &amp; Repetition and Geometric shape. It was harder since the colour that they gave to us was limited, it was like ummm the group that got Art Nouveau as the theme could only use purple and yellow as the colour. The Flora and Fauna had to deal with green and red etc and luckily My class and E class as one team got Pop Art with Triadic color (Red yellow and blue) for us. The design that we made was not merely an anyhow one, but it had to be based on the title which was "Elements of Us" what was that mean?? So after divided to a big group, we were divided to a few small groups with 5 people each. And we had to make a design based on us. So the last project we made was "Element of me" It was a painting about ourself, mine was posted long time ago &lt;a href="http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-read-my-mind.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So we had to use that as the starting point, combine 5 of the paintings to one design which express us as the member of the group. So after we have finalized the design (we was doing this as our december holiday's homework sigh) we drew on the mahjong paper (the super big paper) in case we dont have a chance to use projector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 January 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi7P0NtBwI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VHCnaXxMFyk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi7P0NtBwI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VHCnaXxMFyk/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492345625966872322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi7PMgR5TI/AAAAAAAAAiA/dQlOHk7SpVg/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi7PMgR5TI/AAAAAAAAAiA/dQlOHk7SpVg/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492345615307367730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi7O-N0azI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7jPa_oX0t_k/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi7O-N0azI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7jPa_oX0t_k/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492345611471842098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing on the Wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi73IMyzeI/AAAAAAAAAig/-5I-wz8DT-E/s1600/IMG_2097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi73IMyzeI/AAAAAAAAAig/-5I-wz8DT-E/s400/IMG_2097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492346301346663906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi72nQfgFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/66SysFqXkFc/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi72nQfgFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/66SysFqXkFc/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492346292503806034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi72Er6f8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9zm3cs96Hsg/s1600/IMG_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi72Er6f8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9zm3cs96Hsg/s400/IMG_2102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492346283223580610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9pWx2KmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vDr7ytjuYok/s1600/IMG_2143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9pWx2KmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vDr7ytjuYok/s200/IMG_2143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348263765256802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9pF9D8QI/AAAAAAAAAko/n9iiFpZ5WK8/s1600/IMG_2162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9pF9D8QI/AAAAAAAAAko/n9iiFpZ5WK8/s200/IMG_2162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348259248894210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9osqJdvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o3ygeT5T3DA/s1600/IMG_2144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9osqJdvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o3ygeT5T3DA/s200/IMG_2144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348252458678002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9IU3FmVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kQaJWzNxW6k/s1600/IMG_2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9IU3FmVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kQaJWzNxW6k/s200/IMG_2152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492347696314685778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9H9Yn14I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6oyc8Dpohlg/s1600/IMG_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9H9Yn14I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6oyc8Dpohlg/s200/IMG_2159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492347690012891010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9HozmefI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ytN7EoHtSX4/s1600/IMG_2174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9HozmefI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ytN7EoHtSX4/s200/IMG_2174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492347684488903154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9HX0VdKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Pqh-YpK-1tE/s1600/IMG_2178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9HX0VdKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Pqh-YpK-1tE/s200/IMG_2178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492347679928579234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9G87eJuI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_NawDwcTTPg/s1600/IMG_2184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi9G87eJuI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_NawDwcTTPg/s200/IMG_2184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492347672710751970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of mural &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-Q6XB9AI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Kn07zRIoLpI/s1600/IMG_2191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-Q6XB9AI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Kn07zRIoLpI/s200/IMG_2191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348943331357698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-Qrur2tI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0O3jQcw55yw/s1600/IMG_2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-Qrur2tI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0O3jQcw55yw/s200/IMG_2192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348939404040914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-QRR7lCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/J0qSxDuO88c/s1600/IMG_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-QRR7lCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/J0qSxDuO88c/s200/IMG_2201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348932304114722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-QLKgxPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eY92xmR_Gz4/s1600/IMG_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-QLKgxPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eY92xmR_Gz4/s200/IMG_2206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348930662384882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-PoUgkII/AAAAAAAAAk4/986Kf0VkBGg/s1600/IMG_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-PoUgkII/AAAAAAAAAk4/986Kf0VkBGg/s200/IMG_2209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348921309073538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-9ImatWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eAyYBEez9kE/s1600/IMG_2217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-9ImatWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eAyYBEez9kE/s200/IMG_2217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349703068235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-8z7UG6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/cw4iPdV6uuU/s1600/IMG_2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-8z7UG6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/cw4iPdV6uuU/s200/IMG_2220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349697518738338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-8tEExOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Wx9y0jb2fWs/s1600/IMG_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-8tEExOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Wx9y0jb2fWs/s200/IMG_2238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349695676433634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-8OIxsII/AAAAAAAAAlo/GjsMyrghTWA/s1600/IMG_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-8OIxsII/AAAAAAAAAlo/GjsMyrghTWA/s200/IMG_2247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349687374655618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-78-rnxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Ndq_PsnjzUo/s1600/IMG_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDi-78-rnxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Ndq_PsnjzUo/s200/IMG_2250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349682768912146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other class's mural :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjA9zhn13I/AAAAAAAAAmw/qXqHj-uDhhk/s1600/IMG_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjA9zhn13I/AAAAAAAAAmw/qXqHj-uDhhk/s200/IMG_2253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351913614104434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjA9pGtL-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/n3dCpnsuQeA/s1600/IMG_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjA9pGtL-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/n3dCpnsuQeA/s200/IMG_2257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351910816853986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAM12W2PI/AAAAAAAAAmg/D-I5zYR0pYs/s1600/IMG_2231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAM12W2PI/AAAAAAAAAmg/D-I5zYR0pYs/s200/IMG_2231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351072424351986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAMpzZJeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JwYcLBy_z04/s1600/IMG_2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAMpzZJeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JwYcLBy_z04/s200/IMG_2233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351069190694370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAMQzmbrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wMgYmhiqhMw/s1600/IMG_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAMQzmbrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wMgYmhiqhMw/s200/IMG_2232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351062480678578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAL8m8rUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gZ0zguFISAc/s1600/IMG_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDjAL8m8rUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gZ0zguFISAc/s200/IMG_2234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351057058901314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUGANG KINDERGARTEN MURAL 31 May 2010- 04 June 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mural that I told you I was so excited for, Ive posted some pictures but hundreds picts left T_T so basically the theme was obviously KIDS as we made it for the kindergarten. We were unpaid but they provided all the food and they made bbq for us in the end of the mural day, the most important thing is we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtB0uASeEI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZHMIylIaVtQ/s1600/IMG_4182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtB0uASeEI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZHMIylIaVtQ/s400/IMG_4182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493056544466696258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtB0GKqriI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Zgbmc-EHask/s1600/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtB0GKqriI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Zgbmc-EHask/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493056533772807714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtDvJidz7I/AAAAAAAAAog/qxMVcyTHqes/s1600/IMG_4441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtDvJidz7I/AAAAAAAAAog/qxMVcyTHqes/s200/IMG_4441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493058647801843634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtDu8Ch7fI/AAAAAAAAAoY/sk2Xma9xtCw/s1600/IMG_4448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtDu8Ch7fI/AAAAAAAAAoY/sk2Xma9xtCw/s200/IMG_4448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493058644178234866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtDuU96a9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3j5EVNxlcWo/s1600/IMG_4450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtDuU96a9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3j5EVNxlcWo/s200/IMG_4450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493058633689885650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtEZcEJPHI/AAAAAAAAApI/qJtzf9TpnVM/s200/IMG_4470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493059374329445490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtEZFwgD2I/AAAAAAAAApA/zNjptEHv23I/s1600/IMG_4471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtEZFwgD2I/AAAAAAAAApA/zNjptEHv23I/s200/IMG_4471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493059368341475170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtEY9RGqRI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Isx8RwkI_HY/s1600/IMG_4481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TDtEY9RGqRI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Isx8RwkI_HY/s200/IMG_4481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493059366062303506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Neither to going back to Singapore nor to pick someone up. I went there to meet my friend for the last time (well this year) before he flies back to San Fransisco. I was so excited to coming back to my country, here in Jakarta. I could hardly wait to meet and give my deepest hug to all of my friend. I miss them, a lot. Have not met some of them since last year, when each one flied to different countries and started our new life. Too bad, I could only met 2 of them for like 1 or 2 weeks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being in the airport. I hate to see people cry, taking the so called last picture with someone who's gonna leave, hug them then saying goodbye then cry again. Well actually those are the things I did this afternoon :'( For me, the hardest part of saying goodbye is to know that you are gonna be apart. To admit that you have to move on and grow up. Life goes on, the clock is ticking and time wont stop even for a second. Stop stoning and continue your life. I hate it when I have to remind myself for the hundreds time to wake up and see the reality that I am no longer a high school student. Stop playing around, be a more serious person and behave like your age should be. Wake up Ivy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of what is the meaning of growing up lately. To be honest, I cant help myself to stop thinking that I am still young and all I want is having fun with my friends everytime Im in Jakarta. Doing the stupid things, making a lot of non sense videos, laughing till I coludnt breath, planing about our next future then laugh again. Ohhh how I loveeee them so much :'( But then, will we stay the same in the next two, three, ten or even twenty years? Will growing up changes all of us? If yes, then dont. Please stay like this. I know I sound so childish, but here I tell you the hardest part of growing up is letting go what you were used to and moving on to something you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I actually ask myself back what I really want? Am I really want to stuck like this? Keep dreaming and run from the reality that highschool is over. There's no more time to play and having fun but think what can I do for my life and people around me. But then again, what is the meaning of growing up? Should I be a super mature woman, talk gracefully, laugh softly. No. That's not me. I dont like to act like another person, I just like being myself. For those who think that I'm so selfish, too naive or whatever its better for you to know that Im trying hard here to be more mature without changing. Honestly I dont like to see changes. I love them just the way they are. Im so glad to know them and It's such the biggest pleasure in my life (HAHAH am I too exaggerating? lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Goddd this is not good and I dont want to cry just because typing what I feel in my blog. Im being so mellow since I know that I gotta wait one more year to see them whereas I used to meet and have fun with them everyday. So I better stop here. Lastly I just want to say that I love being the part of you all (I cant mention one by one but I know you know that Im talking about you here, dont you?) please stay the same, dont change even we grow up. I love you guys, all of you :) Goodluck for all of us even though we are in different parts of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of normal video that I made with some of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57f3b88b484f783b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57f3b88b484f783b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331465607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A583FC2A89BA0B2A1F2F6E7F5053234D81B9986.108BF8573CAFC0E1C008972C9BBDEC5A9328439%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57f3b88b484f783b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT3K_lqdm-2Z3Q92LRv9xClyqkY0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57f3b88b484f783b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331465607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A583FC2A89BA0B2A1F2F6E7F5053234D81B9986.108BF8573CAFC0E1C008972C9BBDEC5A9328439%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57f3b88b484f783b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT3K_lqdm-2Z3Q92LRv9xClyqkY0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I see your true colors thats why I love you so dont be afraid to let them show your true colors, your true colors are beautiful like a rainbow :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8855308635623272797?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57f3b88b484f783b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8855308635623272797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8855308635623272797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8855308635623272797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8855308635623272797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-8304583483892915049</id><published>2010-06-06T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:51:18.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>I'm feeling like a fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAqOPees0TI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7Q07wfOfZrI/s1600/woukd+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAqOPees0TI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7Q07wfOfZrI/s400/woukd+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479348293180641586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8304583483892915049?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8304583483892915049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8304583483892915049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8304583483892915049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8304583483892915049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m feeling like a fool.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAqOPees0TI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7Q07wfOfZrI/s72-c/woukd+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-3540908337902434420</id><published>2010-06-04T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:29:13.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>No longer broken hearted :p</title><content type='html'>Well, as I told you before im doing mural painting for a kindergarten in Singapore and this week and it makes me sooo excited, we done more than halfway already, tomorrow is the last day of painting and they will provide a bbq for 16 of us as well uuhhh happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw some happy face from my camera :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflmLktsQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2Pe_jqv1tpY/s1600/IMG_4351.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflmLktsQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2Pe_jqv1tpY/s320/IMG_4351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599915824066818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflKzLKlVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZM4eP2JKglc/s1600/IMG_4352.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflKzLKlVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZM4eP2JKglc/s320/IMG_4352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599445417989458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflKdDoTGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q9njjC8RSbY/s1600/IMG_4456.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflKdDoTGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q9njjC8RSbY/s320/IMG_4456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599439480802402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflJ9iCIVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/p6PyKRLWdtg/s1600/IMG_4469.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflJ9iCIVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/p6PyKRLWdtg/s320/IMG_4469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599431018389842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflJgBbn7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/SvFOwVDsO1k/s1600/IMG_4474.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflJgBbn7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/SvFOwVDsO1k/s320/IMG_4474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599423097020338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflJZEDrHI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FuKee0xLXLs/s1600/IMG_4498.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflJZEDrHI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FuKee0xLXLs/s320/IMG_4498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599421228985458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paint all over my nails, hands, legs, face or even hair = happiness :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload the rest soon&lt;br /&gt;its time to sleep now im bloody sleepy yet tired goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-3540908337902434420?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3540908337902434420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=3540908337902434420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3540908337902434420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3540908337902434420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-longer-broken-hearted-p.html' title='No longer broken hearted :p'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAflmLktsQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2Pe_jqv1tpY/s72-c/IMG_4351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1443634562155566458</id><published>2010-05-30T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:10:40.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohbadday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>My heart is broken</title><content type='html'>Do you remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJl9WVMmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KHbatZE0kok/s1600/IMG_2247.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJl9WVMmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KHbatZE0kok/s320/IMG_2247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739538331447906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school has repainted all over the mural on the wall that we made on 14-16 of january 2010, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJliaqdvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HpS_i2O2FDQ/s1600/IMG_4184.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJliaqdvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HpS_i2O2FDQ/s320/IMG_4184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739531101861618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJlNjD_1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Riryi-VZ_R4/s1600/IMG_4183.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJlNjD_1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Riryi-VZ_R4/s320/IMG_4183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739525499944786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJk5ao2kI/AAAAAAAAAgY/alUc0sPOaYU/s1600/IMG_4175.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJk5ao2kI/AAAAAAAAAgY/alUc0sPOaYU/s320/IMG_4175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739520095902274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJksaY00I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/EJlc2OpbbLg/s1600/IMG_4172.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJksaY00I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/EJlc2OpbbLg/s320/IMG_4172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739516605190978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIpDmS0pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lU-XD05vVok/s1600/IMG_4171.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIpDmS0pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lU-XD05vVok/s320/IMG_4171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476738492036993682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIo74k1ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/t0IWop8TCrc/s1600/IMG_4170.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIo74k1ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/t0IWop8TCrc/s320/IMG_4170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476738489966187922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIoTn1DFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/08zE4rsguQk/s1600/IMG_4169.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIoTn1DFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/08zE4rsguQk/s320/IMG_4169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476738479158529106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIoM13FEI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LGDpm5UaHS0/s1600/IMG_4168.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFIoM13FEI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LGDpm5UaHS0/s320/IMG_4168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476738477338334274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Im so sad :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFInhXWM5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/3l9ZMmCPiZA/s1600/IMG_2250.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFInhXWM5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/3l9ZMmCPiZA/s320/IMG_2250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476738465667625874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1443634562155566458?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1443634562155566458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1443634562155566458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1443634562155566458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1443634562155566458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-heart-is-broken.html' title='My heart is broken'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAFJl9WVMmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KHbatZE0kok/s72-c/IMG_2247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6208835878639480665</id><published>2010-05-29T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:09:31.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>Behind the Boredom</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAD59bSoPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zBQcyxdOaKw/s1600/Photo+832.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAD59bSoPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zBQcyxdOaKw/s320/Photo+832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476381441158979826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC_ESZF0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/YFGNBojZlJQ/s1600/Photo+826.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC_ESZF0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/YFGNBojZlJQ/s320/Photo+826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476380429388420930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introduce my best friends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC-wKIYBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/j3CnXkbi_f8/s1600/Photo+824.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC-wKIYBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/j3CnXkbi_f8/s320/Photo+824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476380423985061906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC-IrPPwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tpYUkdK30hk/s1600/Photo+822.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC-IrPPwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tpYUkdK30hk/s320/Photo+822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476380413386505986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAD5oKRPYI/AAAAAAAAAew/EYSeiaeoBq4/s1600/Photo+831.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAD5oKRPYI/AAAAAAAAAew/EYSeiaeoBq4/s320/Photo+831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476381435450441090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more fail HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAD5RBSoOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OJ-9ptYSJSM/s1600/Photo+830.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAD5RBSoOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OJ-9ptYSJSM/s320/Photo+830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476381429238767842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I didnt know what am I supposed to fill my heart with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC98k_UPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_G4qRzEI2yY/s1600/Photo+821.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC98k_UPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_G4qRzEI2yY/s320/Photo+821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476380410139070706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will someone fill the emptiness there? HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC9Tq2oVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/L_Vz_wXfMMk/s1600/IMG01348-20100529-0048.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAC9Tq2oVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/L_Vz_wXfMMk/s320/IMG01348-20100529-0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476380399157813586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6208835878639480665?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6208835878639480665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6208835878639480665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6208835878639480665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6208835878639480665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/05/behind-boredom.html' title='Behind the Boredom'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/TAAD59bSoPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zBQcyxdOaKw/s72-c/Photo+832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2965372865542707687</id><published>2010-05-21T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:39:22.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>The secret I would like to tell</title><content type='html'>So today, I went to Novena Square to meet Kemala and Narita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4fjgk3bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FTVtrC1lLDA/s1600/Photo+808.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4fjgk3bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FTVtrC1lLDA/s320/Photo+808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413405641858482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4fQDGfRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/9CBsNaOeXZM/s1600/Photo+803.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4fQDGfRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/9CBsNaOeXZM/s320/Photo+803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413400417959186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4ezzf9OI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4mojG87XJDc/s1600/Photo+794.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4ezzf9OI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4mojG87XJDc/s320/Photo+794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413392836326626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to discuss aboutttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4SxBeKVI/AAAAAAAAAco/yLZ9QnCfbmE/s1600/IMG_4154.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4SxBeKVI/AAAAAAAAAco/yLZ9QnCfbmE/s320/IMG_4154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413185931192658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4SOPsf6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Xuun38Sb-b8/s1600/IMG_4146.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4SOPsf6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Xuun38Sb-b8/s320/IMG_4146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413176595611554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4Rfbx02I/AAAAAAAAAcI/yYGPsSFdaqs/s1600/IMG_4137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4Rfbx02I/AAAAAAAAAcI/yYGPsSFdaqs/s320/IMG_4137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413164029825890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK MURAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKDNLSKNLAAFS:DKFNAKFNA OMGG IM SOOO BLOODY EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna do another mural for one of kindergarten in Singapore, the theme is KIDS and I cant wait to paint!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4eg-9RCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YKk8UiJHp98/s1600/IMG_4155.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4eg-9RCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YKk8UiJHp98/s320/IMG_4155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413387784111138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4R_-lnQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J12zbrUtClk/s1600/IMG_4139.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4R_-lnQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J12zbrUtClk/s320/IMG_4139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413172765760770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the design and actually I have done nothing but my mindmap HAHAHA tomorrow will meet another people in school to talk about the design SOO EXCITEDDDD :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4SaPedpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QHnM5bytFac/s1600/IMG_4147.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4SaPedpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QHnM5bytFac/s320/IMG_4147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473413179815917202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-2965372865542707687?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2965372865542707687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=2965372865542707687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2965372865542707687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2965372865542707687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret-i-would-like-to-tell.html' title='The secret I would like to tell'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_V4fjgk3bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FTVtrC1lLDA/s72-c/Photo+808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7614853100655606007</id><published>2010-05-19T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:09:22.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>when sketchbook seems so boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OcVbZEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/QVfjED7Yw90/s1600/IMG01306-20100424-2043.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OcVbZEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/QVfjED7Yw90/s320/IMG01306-20100424-2043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472889864129364898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use your hand instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OcVPq5rRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EA6npnWoT-0/s1600/Photo+819+copy.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OcVPq5rRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EA6npnWoT-0/s320/Photo+819+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472889860982942994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OcVjAv_JI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lA4dCEmforw/s1600/photoshopfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OcVjAv_JI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lA4dCEmforw/s320/photoshopfinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472889866174856338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even your face? hahaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7614853100655606007?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7614853100655606007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7614853100655606007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7614853100655606007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7614853100655606007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-sketchbook-seems-so-boring.html' title='when sketchbook seems so boring'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OcVbZEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/QVfjED7Yw90/s72-c/IMG01306-20100424-2043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7226518752188716545</id><published>2010-05-18T15:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:39:13.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Blue as the sky, somber and lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OJ0gLg7EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/glCGoNVqf1Y/s1600/IMG_1071.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OJ0gLg7EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/glCGoNVqf1Y/s320/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472869507269717058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just randomly found this photo I took in Dufan, Jakarta during my semester break last december. And I feel it describes what I fell right now. Blue as the sky. Well this post will be very very boring, random and has no plot. I just want to write what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer, I like to imagine what will happen in my future as I told you in earlier earlier post. The most comfortable moment for me is when I am alone in my room, laying my self in my bed and staring for nothing. Im not trying to say that I am emo, but the fact is I like to think about nothing, staring at the floor and free my mind from whatever in it and sometimes I even cried for no reason. Well, I might just trying to express something that I could not express in front of people. Something that I would like to keep it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those moment, because here I am now too busy to do certain things, and no longer have a time for myself. But there's something never change. I am still a dreamer. Some people say that I am exceedingly ambitious. Yes I am. And giving up is not my thing. I believe in one thing that we would never know until we try, and we will never ever get success before we pass the failure. But somehow, there's a time where I feel so enough with everything around me and imploringly want to run to no where then shouting out loud. And it's what I feel right now. Oh gosh, I really turn to be an emokid now. No no no am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to swim last week. Was trying to push myself to swim 20x30 meter but ended up with 11x30 meter. I was really tired. It just reminded me of what I used to do and what I used to be. I was a lil swimmer kid when I was 10-12 years old. I really loved to swim. I stopped swimming since ummm junior high school? Okay I cant remember it. The point what I want to say is I miss swimming. Oh is it me? or am I really get bored with what I do here? I really miss the all the things that I used to do. Dancing, swimming or even blogging? lol but really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast, even too fast for me. It is hard to admit that Im gonna be 20 next year. OMFG HOW OLD I AM HAHA NO OFFENSE FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY 20++ LOL. But it is weird for me. No longer being a teenager, no more school and being a college student instead means I will be graduated soon ( I know 3 years wont be so long), working, mary, and having a family OHMYYYYY THIS IS TOO FAST FOR MEEE :( I still want to be a little kid who likes to dance in front of TV, wondering what would I be, running here and there and crying when I fall so my mom would buy an ice cream for me :'( yeah I know the hardest part of growing up is letting go what you were used to and moving on to something you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the random thoughts just make me feel that what I do now is totally different from what I have predicted. Being a designer, illustrator, or even a painter is something that have never crossed my mind. So I started to have a doubt in what people say that "We are what we thought." Is it really true? Honestly, I am not an artsy person. Well, Im in love with art. I really am. but Im not that good to say that I'm artsy,and I'm not that experienced to say that I know about art as well. Art is just too deep to understand. But as I take art as my major and I love to do that, I've been trying to know and understand what it really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am afraid of my future. So many questions spinning on my mind, will I be able to do my job well? Can I beat a lot of competitors outside? Will I be a good mom for my kids? A good wife? SDFKASDKFFAJSFKAJFKA okay lets not to think about that first. One thing I really miss beside things I used to do is to be loved and falling in love. Oh yeah I know love hurts, love sucks or whatever. It had been around ummmm 8 months(?) since I broke up with my boyf because I was finally giving up with the super long distance relationship and trying to enjoy my single life. I like it because I dont have to think about anyone else, I can do what I want to do. Having fun with my friends, make as many friend as I want without afraid someone will be jealous if I make friend with a guy. I dont have to cry everytime I miss him and keep thinking in my mind a good guy will come to me by himself someday. HAHA I know this is too ridiculous if I suddenly feel like having a boyf. ummm It's actually not about that. I just want to fall in love again. Actually, I was interested and having a crush for a few guys before HAHA but thats it. The feeling is eventually gone. I want to feel love, I want to feel as if a butterflies fly in my stomach and making a hole in my heart AHHAHAHAHAAHA you know what I mean dont you?? Its not that I want a korean romantic boy who treats me like a princess or another prince charming. No! Hell no! I don't like that kind of boy. That's too much. I don't hate em, eventhough I know they r the king of bullshit lol but I somehow need someone who loves me, taking care of me, hug me deeply when I cry (not in the korean way hahaaaa) and take me the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay i think this post is being too random already. It's time to end it. BYEEEE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7226518752188716545?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7226518752188716545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7226518752188716545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7226518752188716545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7226518752188716545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/05/blue-as-sky-somber-and-lonely.html' title='Blue as the sky, somber and lonely.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S_OJ0gLg7EI/AAAAAAAAAbo/glCGoNVqf1Y/s72-c/IMG_1071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1920522997182406047</id><published>2010-05-15T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:49:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ask ask ask!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/florenshaivyana"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/florenshaivyana&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;please kill my boredom pleasee :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1920522997182406047?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1920522997182406047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1920522997182406047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1920522997182406047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1920522997182406047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/05/ask-ask-ask.html' title='ask ask ask!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5265317360247210798</id><published>2010-03-20T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:25:14.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>another addiction</title><content type='html'>I've been addicted to James Morrison since I suddenly found this song in my iTunes, well another addiction is with these awesome choreographies  and obviously the dancers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-addiction.html' title='another addiction'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-4022861031893037517</id><published>2010-03-17T16:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:18:02.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>when the light meets colors and motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-8802405774881643126</id><published>2010-03-13T02:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:47:51.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelove'/><title type='text'>I found an angel in LASALLE college, and this is it....</title><content type='html'>When darkness turns the light it ends the night,&lt;br /&gt;and so do the foundation class..&lt;br /&gt;once we cone with our last assessment, split to the new group based on our specialism to do our specialism, do our last project. and bam! Thats the end of the foundation year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually I have sooo many things that i want to write here, but &lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm lazy to type&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont know where to start &lt;br /&gt;3. I'm little bit sleepy LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my friend krystal asked me why did i never update my blog and i simply answered I'm lazy HAHA and in order to kill her boredom she told me to go blogging while i dont know what to type. I can barely think now krystal! lol and I said to her "Okay, I go write about you" HAHA such a ridiculous update one till suddenly this lyrics spinning on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When darkness turns the light it ends the night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished with my last studio practice assessment, the end of my 2d 3d drawing and gray mattes lesson :( I's actually a relief to leave 3d class, but im sooo in love with drawing and 2d and most of all my K class :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my first year in LASALLE college of the arts by knowing not even one person in my class. K class, as I said in my previous previous previous post, I hated it when I know there's only 2 Indonesian people and I had never known who's the other one. But as time goes by, things changing and Im sooo in love in my class. My class is the smallest class in my foundation year. 14 people and the rest are failed, dropped out and etc. As an international student, I was lil bit to shy HAHA ( SHYYY HAHA) to start the conversation with the other students if they aren't indonesian. I was afraid they dont understand what am I trying to say or they think I have a bad humor what if this that this that this that. But then I stopped to think about that since I met my truly truly lovesss from my class, let me introduce some of them and starting with my dearest girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTAL TEO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qVyMAYTDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bADamsfg-oE/s1600-h/22270_288128885739_604365739_4050460_7440338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qVyMAYTDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bADamsfg-oE/s400/22270_288128885739_604365739_4050460_7440338_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447831388706851890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remembered, she was the very first sweetest singaporean that I ever met! Actually I have known her since the day after our first foundation trip, but never talked to each other more than a classmate LOL and somedayyy... when the freak egg project submission has come and  haveI failed my first structure she was the only one who offering to help me take the video omggg how sweet :3 and I dont clearly remember since when we started to sitting side by side at the class all I know she's the sweetest and the most friendly girl in my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qZFN9XGtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/WNDt4NyxLSo/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qZFN9XGtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/WNDt4NyxLSo/s400/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447835014183459538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(our first pict on my laptop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing, we have so many similarities such as we both will going to comd, we hate the same subject (HAHA YOU KNOW THAT RITE!! LOL), we still up at nite till morning, chat on msn and ended up with feeling so sleepy at the morning LOL I have always been in the same group no matter what subject is with krystal! Every time lecturer just said "you make a group of blabla people we would spontaneously look each other then said "Im with you" lol and the most ridiculous thing that we both are SOO MESSY when we are doing our work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qbgCkOeaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4dSOv4fDS4E/s1600-h/22270_279251165739_604365739_4013487_5306506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qbgCkOeaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4dSOv4fDS4E/s400/22270_279251165739_604365739_4013487_5306506_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447837674004969890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mural dayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qbfT-Qj2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1aoGA7haz3g/s1600-h/18570_258163125739_604365739_3933341_2378487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S5qbfT-Qj2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1aoGA7haz3g/s400/18570_258163125739_604365739_3933341_2378487_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447837661497692002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some messiness that we made within 2 hours ONLY TWO OF US LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we made the messiness, we would started to mad at our self "Where's my scissor?? where's my glue?? omg I put it here where is it??" LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant hide sumtin from her, it's like if i have sumtin to tell I have to tell it BY NOW to her AHAHA or at least as soon as we meet at school. And she can always guess what I think LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of her favorite thing besides skating is to take pict! either using camera or someone's laptop AHAHA i have like hundreds picts of her on my laptop AHAHA was planing to upload it here, but since im so sleepy now i promise to upload it TOMORROW NITE OKAY BABYPREETY? AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i cant think rite now. i promise to continue it by tomorrow nite TOMORROW NITE AHAHHA publish it first now, then continue it later. im too sleepy already lol hope this stupid post can kill ur boredom AHHA NITEY NITEE KRYSTALL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now let's start to continue this post,&lt;br /&gt;this is some of the photos that we took from my mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CrnYLvZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Pw0-xqENuTY/s1600-h/Photo+346.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CrnYLvZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Pw0-xqENuTY/s320/Photo+346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448514072516214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CrIQirBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_kL2KHoT8A8/s1600-h/Photo+337.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CrIQirBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_kL2KHoT8A8/s320/Photo+337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448514064162663442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CqaceaNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/h3oVSzhv9Og/s1600-h/Photo+328.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CqaceaNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/h3oVSzhv9Og/s320/Photo+328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448514051864684754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CqGE25xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vbPmA3NBxL8/s1600-h/Photo+317.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CqGE25xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vbPmA3NBxL8/s320/Photo+317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448514046396917522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CppeUufI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4bDOfsVRtOY/s1600-h/Photo+91.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/S50CppeUufI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4bDOfsVRtOY/s320/Photo+91.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448514038719101426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we get bored of the class we flipped my laptop up, open the photobooth and starting to take picture HAHA our favorite pose is to make our hair looks shorter, like very very short one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal is skate addicted, I think she cant live without skating rite? All of her project she put skate on it lol but that's not the only way to make her happy. I found any other new way to make her laugh till can't stop is by....&lt;br /&gt;GIVING HER MY CAMERA AND WATCHING MY DANCING VIDEO HAHAHAHA actually I didn't find sumtin funny there -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! for the very first time, I called her my angel because she was like being my fairygodmother whenever I need her! Besides the egg project she also helped me to bring the folder for MIS, needle for Photography, magazine for 2d and I think many things that i can't remember lol she always there whenever I need her, whenever I texted her and tell "OMG KRYSTAL I FORGOT TO BLABLABLBALA" she will replied "Okay2 I will bring it to you" LOLL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal is a smart girl, but she sometimes doubt of her ability, trust me you are brilliant! She's like scared to try to do sumtin that she never do, but once she tried then she realized she can do that. tsk tsk tsk. First, she doubted her self whether she can paint well or not for her "elements of me" project, but ended up with very realistic painting! The very funny thing was few days before her CCS presentation day, she call me everynight on the MSN and said "IM SO NERVOUS" but on the day she was presenting very very well SEE?? YOU DID IT RITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very glad when krystal change her mind to take graphic design instead of advertising IM SO HAPPY OH MY GOD, cause it means we have a change to be in the same class till level 3!!! But how I sad when I opened my new class list for specialism term and found that we are split into different class :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ya another similarity between us is we both hate one indian restaurant while other girls in my class really like to eat at that place HAHA so when they were eating there, me and krystal prefer to walk to kopitiam and having a date there LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, i dont know what to write anymore. I think I can't even describe how much I love her in this white box. HAHAHA DONT FLY KRYSTAL DONT FLY LOL It's okay if we don't be a classmate for one term, at least we still have CCS Class and Im pretty sure that we will spend the CCS class to keep talking about your class and my class and especially about someone THAT YOU KNOW WHO AHAHAHHAA  I hope we can have a same class next semester see you in the graphic design, trust me you can do ur project very very well! Believe in yourself okay? LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU LOVE THIS POST &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last thing, I was crying when I read ur post about me :'( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is krystal's blog go and find more about her she's an angel LOL http://krystalisticx.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8802405774881643126?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8802405774881643126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8802405774881643126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8802405774881643126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1675276896062313393</id><published>2010-02-20T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:06:37.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>kelabu</title><content type='html'>ini hitam,&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;itu putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku menunjuk&lt;br /&gt;hitam,&lt;br /&gt;ya hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terlalu gelap.&lt;br /&gt;aku butuh&lt;br /&gt;putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku raih&lt;br /&gt;putih,&lt;br /&gt;ya putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak,&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak&lt;br /&gt;bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitam menunjuk&lt;br /&gt;putih,&lt;br /&gt;dan putih&lt;br /&gt;menunjuk hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku butuh&lt;br /&gt;hitam,&lt;br /&gt;dan putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan ragu&lt;br /&gt;mencoba&lt;br /&gt;mengaduk &lt;br /&gt;dua jadi&lt;br /&gt;satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saling beradu,&lt;br /&gt;bercampur&lt;br /&gt;dan &lt;br /&gt;berputar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang,&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada hitam,&lt;br /&gt;dan putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua menjadi,&lt;br /&gt;kelabu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, &lt;br /&gt;kelabu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan tidak bisa&lt;br /&gt;kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya&lt;br /&gt;ingin putih,&lt;br /&gt;dan hitam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1675276896062313393?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1675276896062313393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1675276896062313393&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Who's in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S3e8yuFiD0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/dttokJt8d-Y/s1600-h/letsdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S3e8yuFiD0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/dttokJt8d-Y/s400/letsdance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438022654623878978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8031532593751838186?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8031532593751838186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S3VUivoc7mI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fETxRM1n0tU/s400/milo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437345080998162018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S3VUiOLAZiI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l1ZVTHGzYRM/s1600-h/milo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S3VUiOLAZiI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l1ZVTHGzYRM/s400/milo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437345072016287266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be a fat pig than have to stop myself EATING Milo (as in the powder itself) in the middle of the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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addicted....'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S3VUixtcqcI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BpLlXRW1Zgc/s72-c/milo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-8566570478475723241</id><published>2010-02-05T00:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:27:49.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>LATELY....</title><content type='html'>Lately I WANT ....&lt;br /&gt;- Do all my works on time and get...&lt;br /&gt;- ENOUGH SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;- Having some fun with my SG friends, like going to..&lt;br /&gt;- UNIVERSAL STUDIO!!!! OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Keep update my blog, I MISS BLOGGING :'(&lt;br /&gt;- EAT EAT EAT.. ( YESS I know I turn to be a pig who cant stop eating :'(&lt;br /&gt;- Buy more plain T-Shirt, Skirt, Shorts, Shoes&lt;br /&gt;- BUY GRAPHIC DESIGN BOOK WHY IT HAS TO BE SO EXPENSIVE ????&lt;br /&gt;- Do the best to the 30 last days of my foundation class&lt;br /&gt;- Playing with my photoshop, I miss the moment that i just playing and do whatever I want using this program &lt;br /&gt;- GO TO COM.D okay actually I still doubt my decision, I still want fine art SO BAD, but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;- Hug my mom.. I MISS HER LIKE EVERYDAY :'( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I CUT AROUND 25 CM OF MY HAIR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sbtd7V8FI/AAAAAAAAAWc/D2FfSx6VU6U/s1600-h/hello+ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sbtd7V8FI/AAAAAAAAAWc/D2FfSx6VU6U/s400/hello+ivy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434467843294228562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lil bit regret, but yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I GAINED 6KG AND GETTING FATTER SD:FKNASFLAFBAFLA AND I STILL CANT STOP EATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More photoshoot LOL here's some of EMO Photoshoot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2se7rsxZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/G_dUy3kcBl4/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2se7rsxZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/G_dUy3kcBl4/s400/emo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434471386044262226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to : DILINI and KRYSTAL'S camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately in my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAWING CLASS..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how come this semester drawing class turns to be so FUN, I used to hate doing lots of drawing homework, drawing proportion, contour line, blind drawing, PERSPECTIVE (the most hated) and etc... BUT THIS SEMESTER, dahlia (my drawing lecturer) makes me SOOOOOO IN LOVE with drawing, though she gave me LOTS of homework.. so basically this is some of what I did less than ONE MONTH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rulers Drawing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMVY6DmGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vhPWEPoElSE/s1600-h/ruler+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMVY6DmGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vhPWEPoElSE/s320/ruler+drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450936955377762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what I did is just playing and making marks using ruler, paint and another material. Dahlia wanted us TO PLAY.. WHOAA I was so happy when she said "You dont need to think, just explore and PLAY with the materials that you bring" I hate the first one, like rubbish one LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYERING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMV3Wnt8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Gr4KwKoITx8/s1600-h/layering1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMV3Wnt8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Gr4KwKoITx8/s320/layering1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450945128249282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this lesson, we were supposed to make a layering image based on one image, it could be interior, things, or portraits. LAYERING IS DIFFERENT FROM COLLAGING. Thats what Dahlia kept saying to us, may be its lil bit different from others lecturer, she wanted us to make AT LEAST 7 LAYERS in every section SFLBSALFJBALJFBAJ Soo that's why it looks like RUBBISH. But I LIKEEE, I like messy things Im not a neat and tidy person, so yeah thats why I like the messy things. ART IS MESSY YESS! &lt;br /&gt;and here is the group's one, I did it with my dearest krystal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMWoPU-3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/r5av_cCsKag/s1600-h/layering+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMWoPU-3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/r5av_cCsKag/s320/layering+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450958250998642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line's one (right one) Me and krystal didnt do based on an image, we just anyhow2 cut and pasted the line LOL, and one of my friend said ITS SO HARDCORE, IS IT? LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE IMAGE MANIPULATION&lt;br /&gt; This is the last lesson and the last homework that I did so far.. I LIKE IT LIKE SOOOO MUCHHHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMXFTgHgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/B-kBOuUdsnA/s1600-h/oneimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMXFTgHgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/B-kBOuUdsnA/s320/oneimage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450966053133826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we also did a layering here, but it was only based on one image, so its like we did so many manupulation on one image, appliying LAYERING and in this lesson we also have to apply a good composition. So yeah I made those 15 layers within 1 WEEK with another freaking homework OMG, I almost died during do those manipulation, but yeah still I LIKEEE, although there some very ugly, messy and rubbish, at least dahlia said I did it correctly :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMXXiC40I/AAAAAAAAAWE/GVzv7pzeCc8/s1600-h/favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sMXXiC40I/AAAAAAAAAWE/GVzv7pzeCc8/s320/favorite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434450970945971010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anywayyyy, this is my favorite.. the last one that I never finished. will finish it on my CNY holiday..&lt;br /&gt;and also I havent made the final composition, which is we are suppose to make 3 final composition using the 15 style that we have made before. okay keep playingg :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURAL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload the photos during my mural day and also my sketches and design as I promised to one of my friend, the happiest part is my team using my whole design and my lecturer set it as the focus part and the blending part with the other class.. so here's the final design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sUXnsPEeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_GqBy51D41I/s1600-h/IMG_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sUXnsPEeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_GqBy51D41I/s400/IMG_2247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434459771376701922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my theme is POP ART, and we use only TRIADIC (red,blue.yellow) color. SO HAPPY! I LOVE POP ART AND TRIADIC! :D Im proud of the hair which is blending to the other design, the smoke, the face and the clouds, I DID IT MY SELF :D :D mural was so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK MAKING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mark making, we were PLAYING with the mark, materials and PAINT! so happy :D we are using paint and anystuff to make a mark based on the words and song, but okay mine is totally sucks andd.. MESSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sYyx0ZTNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tnxUGrXypsw/s1600-h/mark+making.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sYyx0ZTNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tnxUGrXypsw/s400/mark+making.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434464635998260434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats some of the mark making, pr the "pure" word, I used tracing paper so thats why we cant see it clearly and blami it on my stupid scanner! The final piece will be another collage that should representing "Powerful Energy", and we're suppose to make the collage using the mark making pieces. still on the progress, upload it as soon as i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats basically what happening lately in my life, ITS ONLY DRAWING AND 2D, ONLY TWO SUBJECT WITHIN THIS LESS THAN 1 MONTH AND THATS ONLY THE FINAL PIECE, I said that becauseee.... besides made the final piece, me my self and the others also have to do LOT of thing such as research, development idea documentation and many things, so yeah you can count how many times did i use to sleep this 1 month. besides doing 2D and Drawing, I also did 3D, Gray matters, Photoshop and modeling workshop and CCS (such as history of art) presentation about jean epstein. He's so INTERESTING actually. Will talk about him later because i have to do another homework now. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaysss, the last thing i want to say is only for one person tee-hee&lt;br /&gt;"hey you my biggest follower that I mentioned on my last post (the plagiarism) I know you read this so yeah PLEASE DONT COPY MY IDEA again okay? I know you hate me for saying this over and over again, and hello I also hate you for copied and do all the things I ever did over and over again. So if you think you are creative AS YOU SAID and you think you are or you will be a good designer, please learn how to make an idea DONT COPY OTHER'S OKAY?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8566570478475723241?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8566570478475723241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8566570478475723241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8566570478475723241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8566570478475723241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/02/lately.html' title='LATELY....'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/S2sbtd7V8FI/AAAAAAAAAWc/D2FfSx6VU6U/s72-c/hello+ivy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-9021225564468743668</id><published>2010-01-19T01:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T02:17:52.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagiarism is the biggest crime, and idea stealer is a BIG LOSER</title><content type='html'>I hate plagiarism, obviously. Dari semua hal yang gw lakukan dan gw buat, gw selalu mencoba membuatnya berdasarkan pikiran ide dan apa yang bisa gw pikirkan sendiri, sejauh mungkin menghindari membuat sesuatu berdasarkan apa yang orang lain buat. Karena hal yang paling gw benci adalah ditiru, gw menghargai ide orang lain dan gw juga mau ide gw dihargai. Jujur gw adalah orang yang paling sensitif dalam masalah tiru meniru. Kalo sekedar membeli barang yang sama membuat hal yang sama itu sih I dont mind. Gw gak peduli karena gw tau gw bukan lah pencipta benda tersebut. Tapi 1 yang paling gw benci adalah ketika Ide yang udah susah payah gw buat pikirkan diambil orang lain, dipakai dan diakui miliknya ERHHHHH RASANYA MAU MARAH BANGET. Oke gw gak akan GR kalo hal ini terjadi 1 2 kali, gw akan positif thinking kalo ide gw diambil orang TAPI PLEASE, jangan setiap hal yang gw buat atau yang dilakukan terus menerus dilakukan juga. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN STYLE SO PLEASE LOOK AT YOURSELF AND FIND IT, DONT TAKE MINE. Gw selalu mencoba mencari style gw sendiri, terlihat sangat jelas dari design-design that I EVER DID. Sempet seneng juga dari beberapa taun yang lalu banyak orang yang bisa bilang tiap liat design gw "Ini pasti Ivy yang buat" Gw senang kalo gw bisa membangun style dalam diri gw sendiri, tanpa mencoba meniru orang lain. Ide2 yang gw kembangin dari SMA seperti memakai beberapa hal dalam design gw yang ngebuat orang lain bisa nebak lah intinya itu adalah buatan gw. Gw gak akan marah dan sebel kalo ada orang yang makai hal yang sama 1 2 kali, TAPI KALI INI UDH BENER BENER GA TAHAN. Sebenernya gw udah tahan ini sangat lama, mencoba berkali-kali menahan nafas, mentolelir dan berpikir positif.Walau gw melikat dengan sangat jelas ada orang lain yang bener2 memakai style dan ide yang sama yang pernah gw buat.  Sorry tapi ini bukan gw yang bilang. Sempet kaget pas ada beberapa temen gw bilang "Hah itu yg bikin bukan lo? gw kira itu lo yg buat lo banget vy!" Then after i cheked, Yes its my style. GW MARAH GW KESEL TAPI GW TAHAN. Tapi bener-bener gak tahan karena ternyata gak stop sampe situ, semua terus berlanjut bahkan sampai orang yang sama sering membuat sesuatu yang gw buat dan sangat jelas yah, makin kesel karena dia sering melakukan sesuatu yang gw lakukan. BAHKAAANNNNN dia men-tweet  that I ever tweeted. oke itu gak penting. OKAY CALL ME NAIVE. Blame me kalo gw terlalu jahat terlalu rese atau apaapun deh, TAPI PLEASEE, prinsip terbesar dalam hidup gw adalah gw mau membuat sesuatu dari diri gw sendiri. Apalagi gw hidup di dunia seni yang SANGAT SERING terjadi ke-lagiatan.  Bagi yang merasa atas post ini gw minta maaf, sangat minta maaf I never meant to hurt anybody, Tapi gw juga udah gak tahan untuk nyimpen perasaan ini sendiri di hati gw, I NEVER HATE YOU, I JUST DONT LIKE THE WAY YOU DO ALL THE THINGS I DID. PLEASEEE, be yourself. Mungkin lo adahal orang yang merasa gak masalah kita ngebuat sesuatu yang sama dengan orang lain, tapi gak dengan gw. SO PLEASE tiru orang lain aja kalo lo ga malu untuk melakukan itu. GW UDAH CUKUP MUAK. Dont try to ask me who is it because I wont say a name, I dont blame anyone or even you, just blame myself for being so ridiculous. Terimakasih atas perhatiannya dan maaf kalau ada kata yang menusuk. I never meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-9021225564468743668?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/9021225564468743668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=9021225564468743668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/9021225564468743668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/9021225564468743668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2010/01/plagiarism-is-biggest-crime-and-idea.html' title='Plagiarism is the biggest crime, and idea stealer is a BIG LOSER'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1867530049824696208</id><published>2009-12-15T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:58:31.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Syamzwf-XDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/awA3ZKM56Vk/s1600-h/inaomnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Syamzwf-XDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/awA3ZKM56Vk/s400/inaomnia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415199010082151474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1867530049824696208?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1867530049824696208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1867530049824696208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1867530049824696208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1867530049824696208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Syamzwf-XDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/awA3ZKM56Vk/s72-c/inaomnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-9115182227839508308</id><published>2009-12-11T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:52:14.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>Hello! So in this post Im gonna to tell you about my deepest and biggest desire in my life, back to since I was a very cutie simmy simmy lil girl, I've been dreaming about what will I be in my future and what will I do to spend my life with. Besides,dreaming to be a princess and riding a white horse side by side with my prince (lol) I actually found my self had a big interest to be a dancer or a theater actress. Believe it or not, I never thought that I would spend my life being a designer or a painter like what I do right now. Yes It was ridiculous to have a goal to be a dancer while other people think they want to be a doctor, a business man, a boss, or whatever they think. And it was being more ridiculous when I spent every single of my day to watch dance video (used to watch all of britney's music video) and tried to do all their moves and yes I know, I did it very bad. And it felt so hurt when my dad strongly refused when I asked him to send me to any ballet education. But it wasn't the end of my dream. I used to be a self learner, taught my self how to dance by watching tv, film, music video or even made my own choreography in front of a mirror and sometimes showed it to my mom. Yes I know it was stupid. But I never stop dreaming to be a dancer or a cheerleader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ridiculous thing that I ever did was pretending to be someone else and do the one self dialog drama as if I already being a teenager or a woman, and I always tried to make it looks real, I even really cried if I act as a poor girl who lost her boyfriend or another stupid thing. I would be like to portray as another person or playing the film scene, being 2 or even 3 people at the same time. yes yes I know I was freak. But somehow, I enjoyed to do all of those ridiculous thing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, I've been trying to reach my dream. I joined the cheerleader and dance team in my school. Keep doing my "freaky thing" hahaha. Extremely happy everytime I got a chance to perform a drama, dancing or whatever it is as long is about performing something. Yes I love to be on stage and be watched by so many people. And I really love when I got an opportunity to be a leader of my class when we performing High School Musical on my High School's charity day, Being a choreographer on our christmas dancing performance (as santa's deers) and been trusted once more to be the choreographer when my batch performing Joyful-Joyful on our graduation day. I would never tired to make our moves, remix the song, straighten up the blocking, though there was so hard teaching them who cant even move her/his hips to dance. But I really enjoyed every single moment I through. Can't even explain how I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually there was another time I began to show my another interest in visual art, started by falling in love with a famous program "Photoshop" when I was 13 years old I tried again to be a self learner, taught my self to use the photoshop program, from editing photo till made my own design. Used to be a graphic designer in my school, and left my dancing life makes me thought that designing could probably be my future, and I will spend my whole life entirely being a graphic designer.  But I couldn't lie to my self that I still had a big interest in the dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 15 years old, I found two art universities in singapore and I promised to my self that I would be one of their (NAFA or LASALLE) student someday, either take dance or design as my major. Been prohibited to be a dancer, so I gave up, buried my dream and decided to take design as my major without striving to reach my biggest dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, struggling in LASALLE College of The Arts Singapore studying in my visual art foundation year, still confusing about my next major which suppose to be decided by next term. Formerly I thought I will definitely take Graphic Design as my major. But then I found another big interesting in painting, and really want to take fine art as my major. After I passed my first semester, I sometimes feel like emmm a loser? I often feel like I don't deserve to be here at all, in the middle of brilliant artist, painter and another good designer. It sucks to find your self not be able to make something better than other's. And it really hurts to admit that Im not that good in painting, drawing, or even designing as what I thought all this time that I will be as good as them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest principle in my life is I just want to do what I love, and will never give up to reach my best and what I want. Yes I know it sounds like too ambitious. However, this is me. But lately I doubt my self and asking do I really deserve to be a designer or a painter? Is it really the best future for me? Can I beat another student? Or will I be a forever-looser? In this sucks feeling, I got another question keep spinning on my mind it's such "What if I took dancing as my major?" "What If Im doing performing art foundation right now?" I just cant lie to my self that I envy all of lasalle's performing art student, whenever I see them do their practice. I feel like join them and to their moves. OhMyGod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate whenever I remember how easily I was to let my dream go. I hate whenever I see someone who I really know she cant dance well, but now she got so many chance to be on stage, dancing and dancing. Because I exactly know, I will do that move so much better than her. I hate it. I hate this feeling. I hate when I realized, that would be no more chance for me to reach my dream. I hate my self, and can even irritably call my self : pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's too random if I suddenly think that I want to be dancer again, after buried my dream for a long time. its just simply because I've been always watching youtube during my insomnia night and found so many freaking awesome dancing video. these are two video that I watched for hundred times and I really wish that I could do those move on the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVXs1yCNVA8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVXs1yCNVA8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxKTplsFrUo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxKTplsFrUo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I am stupid. But Im totally in love with those video. And it just reminds me about my habit when I was a lil girl, that I've been staring the tv watching all the dancing moves trying so hard to do that and hoping that someday I will do just like they did. But now, I realized. I am no longer a lil girl. I already decided what will I do in my future, and I dont have even lil chance to dance. This feeling keep floating in my mind. And I hate it. Just now all I can do is just wondering ... If only I could take performing art, as my major, and keep dancing in my whole life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-9115182227839508308?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/9115182227839508308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=9115182227839508308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/9115182227839508308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/9115182227839508308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5230134056892713129</id><published>2009-12-09T02:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:50:55.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><title type='text'>Can you read my mind?</title><content type='html'>Sooo, this is my 2D final project. The project was "Elements of me" I was supposed to make a painting based about who I am, and I decided to make a painting about what is going my mind. I tried to draw randomly things which are keep spinning and spinning around in my head, and this is it. So, can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sx6kSAf_vOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RqOYYzBHZcM/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sx6kSAf_vOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RqOYYzBHZcM/s400/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412944431424716002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;size : A2&lt;br /&gt;Water color on water color paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5230134056892713129?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5230134056892713129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5230134056892713129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5230134056892713129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5230134056892713129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-read-my-mind.html' title='Can you read my mind?'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sx6kSAf_vOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RqOYYzBHZcM/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6553510367965858528</id><published>2009-12-05T00:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:50:18.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>pictures speak louder than words</title><content type='html'>These are some pictures from my camera, let them tell you about my second home town :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASALLE's trip to East Coast Park&lt;br /&gt;04 Augst 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk-gmMgn_I/AAAAAAAAASk/D2NzXCkLK7U/s1600-h/IMG_0380.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk-gmMgn_I/AAAAAAAAASk/D2NzXCkLK7U/s320/IMG_0380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411425156992114674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk-gdquKAI/AAAAAAAAASc/NOupAiFAilU/s1600-h/IMG_0379.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk-gdquKAI/AAAAAAAAASc/NOupAiFAilU/s320/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411425154702911490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk9eurCVjI/AAAAAAAAASU/aSMVmQh-1Og/s1600-h/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk9d1URPVI/AAAAAAAAASE/puFbkADsOR4/s320/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424009999957330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk9dSGQSaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Pj8OvdweYsk/s1600-h/IMG_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk9dSGQSaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Pj8OvdweYsk/s320/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424000545933730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk9dA0eJHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k2CeEV5bDTg/s1600-h/IMG_0329.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk9dA0eJHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k2CeEV5bDTg/s320/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423995907941490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6Um4_M9I/AAAAAAAAARs/3xeSiZo_cgY/s1600-h/IMG_0327.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6Um4_M9I/AAAAAAAAARs/3xeSiZo_cgY/s320/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411420552973726674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6UKrepwI/AAAAAAAAARk/1STxyCyuacY/s1600-h/IMG_0324.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6UKrepwI/AAAAAAAAARk/1STxyCyuacY/s320/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411420545400874754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6Tt4wzsI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qc_cWCkN15o/s1600-h/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6Tt4wzsI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qc_cWCkN15o/s320/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411420537671962306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6TeXYzyI/AAAAAAAAARU/vo-51XrDSns/s1600-h/IMG_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6TeXYzyI/AAAAAAAAARU/vo-51XrDSns/s320/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411420533505445666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6TJ-MQjI/AAAAAAAAARM/1EvMZ-prx2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0312.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk6TJ-MQjI/AAAAAAAAARM/1EvMZ-prx2Y/s320/IMG_0312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411420528031056434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4qLUuwnI/AAAAAAAAARE/9cYa5FuYpZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4qLUuwnI/AAAAAAAAARE/9cYa5FuYpZ8/s320/IMG_0309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411418724507763314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4p0m5oiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EyiKZo8zYfg/s1600-h/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4p0m5oiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EyiKZo8zYfg/s320/IMG_0308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411418718409957922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4psqtGkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QMudtfjp9VY/s1600-h/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4psqtGkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QMudtfjp9VY/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411418716278430274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4pLGZtlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QJvyHIPPnd4/s1600-h/IMG_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4pLGZtlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QJvyHIPPnd4/s320/IMG_0310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411418707267794514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4ooh5m5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/noQftYbqNX0/s1600-h/IMG_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sxk4ooh5m5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/noQftYbqNX0/s320/IMG_0298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411418697987890066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Independence day celebration &lt;br /&gt;09 August 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAxySthEI/AAAAAAAAATM/I7ejWh4I0l4/s1600-h/IMG_0411.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAxySthEI/AAAAAAAAATM/I7ejWh4I0l4/s320/IMG_0411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427651320382530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAxnnX_BI/AAAAAAAAATE/rV4r9nLAbHE/s1600-h/IMG_0409.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAxnnX_BI/AAAAAAAAATE/rV4r9nLAbHE/s320/IMG_0409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427648454261778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAxRyScvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mDg_j72p_I4/s1600-h/IMG_0406.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAxRyScvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mDg_j72p_I4/s320/IMG_0406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427642594456306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAw6Ug-xI/AAAAAAAAAS0/90Eq-kzpjiA/s1600-h/IMG_0405.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAw6Ug-xI/AAAAAAAAAS0/90Eq-kzpjiA/s320/IMG_0405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427636295564050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAwRQnqpI/AAAAAAAAASs/W9XF0rWVB1I/s1600-h/IMG_0415.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlAwRQnqpI/AAAAAAAAASs/W9XF0rWVB1I/s320/IMG_0415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411427625273371282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we were trying to see the parade and the fireworks ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCYrLA-MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/S5sk0IFDGII/s1600-h/IMG_0457.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCYrLA-MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/S5sk0IFDGII/s320/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411429418935580866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCYCBaIxI/AAAAAAAAATs/8hw39rHk6xg/s1600-h/IMG_0455.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCYCBaIxI/AAAAAAAAATs/8hw39rHk6xg/s320/IMG_0455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411429407889433362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCX7PvXUI/AAAAAAAAATk/1Y3zOyg84FI/s1600-h/IMG_0454.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCX7PvXUI/AAAAAAAAATk/1Y3zOyg84FI/s320/IMG_0454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411429406070496578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCXu03ynI/AAAAAAAAATc/NYWk0bFXKBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0452.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCXu03ynI/AAAAAAAAATc/NYWk0bFXKBQ/s320/IMG_0452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411429402736577138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCXLCj-II/AAAAAAAAATU/eLJYA_sDIaE/s1600-h/IMG_0449.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlCXLCj-II/AAAAAAAAATU/eLJYA_sDIaE/s320/IMG_0449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411429393130322050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDrS8jodI/AAAAAAAAAUc/li5yD34FW9E/s1600-h/IMG_0805.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDrS8jodI/AAAAAAAAAUc/li5yD34FW9E/s320/IMG_0805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411430838361629138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDrMI-_aI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Et0l7Ml_3E8/s1600-h/IMG_0810.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDrMI-_aI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Et0l7Ml_3E8/s320/IMG_0810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411430836534705570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDqr3lpFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IoR8N3W8uW4/s1600-h/IMG_0794.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDqr3lpFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IoR8N3W8uW4/s320/IMG_0794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411430827871806546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDqSqcGPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LHXQbvTAit8/s1600-h/IMG_0476.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDqSqcGPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LHXQbvTAit8/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411430821105768690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDpw-VT2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/DiApU7dwLCg/s1600-h/IMG_0469.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlDpw-VT2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/DiApU7dwLCg/s320/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411430812062404450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlEmo55NoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kyi936XC7kE/s1600-h/IMG_0816.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlEmo55NoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kyi936XC7kE/s320/IMG_0816.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411431857868322434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlEmdWSnLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/33oP2iVKjlM/s1600-h/IMG_0813.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlEmdWSnLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/33oP2iVKjlM/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411431854766202034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SxlGc31dpdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/O4t8oOkV8tQ/s1600-h/IMG_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Hey Jakarta! I'm home already!! Yes, setelah lebih dari 5 bulan berkelana di negeri tetangga! Yes I'm here! Akhirnya bisa pulang lagi bisa ke kamar sendiri bisa makan padang, kepiting enak, duren, ikan goreng dan sejuta makanan lain yang masih gw incer untuk pengisi liburan disini! Gak perduli deh sama yang namanya berat badan, sama yang namanya lemak gendut dan sebagainya, gw sudah membakar 3kg selama college-life gw kemaren. gw udah menderita kelaparan tengah malam dan subuh2 saat ngerjain tugas, dan yeah i'm here untuk mengisi perut gw hahaha okay stop it, stop dengan makanan. Agak lucu juga ngeliat post gw yang terakhir judulnya ttg good-bye dan akhirnya abis itu gw emang udah lama gak ngepost, yahhh boro-boro yah mau ngepost napas aja susah bener deh di sana. Bukan karena gw disiksa jadi TKI tapi karena tugasnya yang rese ribet dan lain-lain, setiap detik waktu gw di sana bener-bener gw curahkan untuk tugas deh yah walaupun hasil akhirnya kurang memuaskan yah at least i've tried my best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa bulan gak tinggal di negara orang lain, banyak pelajaran baru yang gw dapet yang tentunya gw yakin juga dirasakan beberapa temen-temen yang menuntut ilmu di luar negeri. Yah dan pengalaman itulah yang menurut gw akan menjadi oleh-oleh yang berguna, apalagi akhir-akhir ini gw sering mendapatkan message dan pertanyaan baik lewat facebook email twitter dll. Seenggaknya walaupun negeri yang gw jelajah juga gak jauh-jauh amat, at least gw merasakan beberapa pelajaran yang selama ini gak pernah gw rasain, yang pertama gw jadi bisa lebih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menghargai. entah itu menghargai orang-orang yang gw sayangin, menghargai apa yang gw miliki dan menghargai negara sendiri (read.Indonesia) yah emang gw tau banyak orang yang menhujat Indonesia dan sebenernya gw sendiri merasakan kalau negeri tetangga emang jauh lebih baik dibandingkan Indonesia, but wait! Indonesia juga punya banyak hal yang menarik yang gak bisa kita dapatkan di negara lain, selain Indonesia (kembali lagi) punya makanan yang enak-enak hehehe yang sangat gw banggakan adalah Kebudayaan Indo yang bener-bener menarik dan jelas gw gak bisa menemukan 1 pun kebudayaan di singapura dan itu dia yang membuat gw merasa Indo is amazing. selain itu gw juga jadi bisa menghargai orang-orang disekeliling gw, gw bisa ngerasain gimana rasanya hidup gw tanpa orang tua, susah elas jauh lebih susah. tapi itu semua juga mengajarkan gw untuk menjadi seorang yang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandiri. gw akuin lah gw itu adalah orang yang sangat manja, apa-apa gak bisa sendiri sana sini mitna tolong. ang hell yeah, gak ada yang nolongin gw disana. semua ngandelin diri sendiri, kalo gw gak bisa nolongin diri gw sendiri yah gak akan ada orang yang nolongin gw. kadang gw suka kangen nyokap gw bantuin gw ngerjai tugas HAHAHA tapi disana harus bisa kerjain sendiri, semuanya harus bisa sendiri. kadang kesendirian itu juga yang bikin gw kangen banget sama temen-temen gw, gw inget banget dulu bisa tiap hari liat muka mereka ketawa bareng ngebanyol makan MAKARONI duhh kangen, dan sekali lagi semua hal itu mengajarkan gw untuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersabar. sekal lagi gw mengaku dosa kalau gw itu orangnya paling paling gak sabaran. semua hal dibawa marah, tapi disana? sabar itu adalah kunci yang paling penting, yahh walau gw sempat gagal menjalani suatu kesabaran dalam menjalani ldr tapi itu juga membuat gw banyak dan banyak belajar. susah banget untuk bersabar, gw ingwt bangwt pertama gw berangkat ke sg gw ada liburan dikit agak panjang gitu bulan agustus, dan waktu itu udah berencana mau pulang ke indo sampe udah hampir beli tiket segala tapi akhirnya gak jadi karena 1 dan lain hal dan akhirnya ada kejutan yang dateng di liburan gw di singapura yang membuat gw sangat tidak menyesal untuk tidak pulang ke indo. next libur lebaran waktu itu juga udah mau pulang ke indo dan batal lagi secara 1 minggu sebelomnya nyokap bokap dan adik gw dateng mengunjungi ke singapura. akhirnya gw terus nunggu dan menunggu menghabiskan waktu ngerjain tugas dan akhirnyaa gw balik kesini pas liburan natal yang cukup lama kira-kira satu bulan setengah. pas pertama kali pulang rasanya bukan main senenggggggg bangget! dan gw yakin perasaan se-seneng ini gak aakan bisa gw rasain kalo misalnya waktu itu gw pulang bulan agustus dan september. dan dari sini kembali gw belajar kalau sesuatu yang ditunggu dengan sabar juga akan membuahkan sesuatu yang lebih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberpa hal lagi yang gw sekarang mulai mengerti di dalem hidup gw dan menurut gw 1 pelajaran yang menurut gw paling berharga dan paling penting yang sekarang ini gw tanamkan baik2 dalam otak gw adalah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidup itu untuk berjuang. gak ada sesuatu yang  bisa kita dapetkan dengan cuma membalik telapak tangan. sekarang mungkin banyak dari kita yang hidup dalam naungan orang tua kita. tapi menurut gw itu bukan hal yang abadi. kita harus bisa mandiri, harus bisa ngelangkah dengan kaki kita sendiri tanpa dituntun lagi, gw sadar kalau gw bukan anak kecil lagi. gw gak harus merangkak dengan susah payah untuk bisa berjalan, gw gak harus dituntun tiap saat dijagain oleh orang tua karena takut anaknya ilang. sekarang saatnya gw berlari, saatnya gw mengejar bokap nyokap gw yang ada di depan sana. mereka menungu gw dengan senyum harapan, gw tiba-tiba kayak kebayang gitu muka-muka orang tua yang lagi nyemangatin orangtuanya lomba lari 17 agustus HAHAHA yah dan itu yang menurut gw lagi ada di hidup gw sekarang. gw merasa setelah gw udah menamati masa sekolah gw sekarang ini bener-bener saatnya gw untuk berjuang sendiri, gak bisa lagi main-main. seperti yang gw bilang di atas, gak ada yg bisa nolongin diri gw selain diri gw sendiri, sama kayak di sini gak ada yg bisa memperjuangkan masa depan gw selain diri gw sendiri. orang tua gw cuma bisa menyemangati dan dengan senyum penuh harap menunggu di garis finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yak gw bukan mau sok dewasa cuma karena udah kuliah diluar selama 5 bulan (haha apa artinya 5 bulan coba?) tapi at least gw mau coba menjadi seorang yg lebih independent dan tentunya dewasa. udah gamau main-main lagi dan dengan sadar gw udah bukan anak SMA dan yakin banget kalau akhir dari SMA itu bukan lah akhir dari segalanya dari yang selama ini gw bayangkan, melainkan awal baru yang harus dengan semangat gw jalanin dan perjuangin. semoga beberapa pengalaman ini sedikit berguna buat kalian yang mertanya gimana nanti sekolah diluar, menurut gw sekolah diluar itu jauh lebih menantang dan jangan pernah takut untuk menantang diri kalian sendiri karena life is about challenging yourself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1119825596839395567?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1119825596839395567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1119825596839395567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1119825596839395567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1119825596839395567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-i-am-back.html' title='Yes, I am back!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1976928441904911567</id><published>2009-10-02T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:59:51.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatisonmymind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Good-Bye!</title><content type='html'>No no, gw menulis good bye bukan maksudnya mau berhenti blogging, bukan maksudnya mau meninggalkan dunia bukan maksudmya mau mengucapkan selamat tinggal. bukan bukan bukan itu semua! Udah telat banget kalo baru bilang itu sekarang. What I want to say cuma, tiba-tiba kata "Good-Bye" terlintas di otak gw. Errr kadang entah kenapa, gw ini orangnya suka aneh memikirkan sesuatu yang gak perlu dipikirkan hahaha. Tapi let's see apa yang ada di otak gw, karena dia tiba-tiba berputar dan ingin mengatakan sesuatu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Halo selamat pagi, selamat datang di planet bumi. Hari ini hari-mu yang ke (menghitung hari sejak aku dilahirkan)" Kalimat itu seperti mesin penerima tamu yang muncul di dalam otakku setiap paginya aku membuka mata. Lalu aku mulai bangun dan menjalankan aktifitas pagi seperti hari kemarin, kemarinnya dan kemarinnya lagi.  Pagi yang monoton. Namun, aku tidak pernah tidak semangat untuk menjalankan setiap aktifitas baru setiap harinya. Bersyukur kepada Yang Di Atas karena masih memberikan  hari lagi untuk menambah petualanganku di planet bumi ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tik tok tik tok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam sudah menunjukan pukul 2 malam, oopps pagi maksudku. Akhirnya ku tutup laptop di depanku segera menuju kerajaanku (baca: tempat tidur) berbicara secara batin terhadap Yang Di Atas, merebahkan diri dan membungkusnya dengan selimut lalu memejamkan mata. Tidak lama kemudian seperti ada putaran angin di dalam kepala-ku dan hopla! aku merasa tubuhku seakan berpindah tempat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo selamat malam, selamat datang di dunia imajinasi, dunia tanpa batas! Hari ini adalah (Menghitung mundur sampai tanggal kepergianku dari planet bumi) sampai kamu boleh membuka pintu tanpa batas. Hari ini kamu baru boleh bermain di tuangan ini." Kalimat yang sealalu terdengar disaat aku mulai terlelap mulai menjemputku ke dalam dunia mimpi. Agak sedih sebenarnya ketika mendengar angka sisa waktuku. Lalu aku pun mulai bermain, melakukan apapun yang aku mau dan aku pikirkan tanpa harus memikirkan apa-pun. Setelah beberapa jam tiba2 badanku terasa terseret dan kembali masuk ke dalam pusaran angin dan ternyataaa hop! aku kembali masuk ke dalam tubuh yang setiap hari mengikatku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo selamat pagi, selamat datang di planet bumi bla bla bla.." Ah ya! Sudah pagi kembali aku harus bangun dan melanjutkan hariku, berharap bisa mewujudkan mimpiku di dunia nyata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari demi hari waktu demi waktu berjalan, sampai akhirnya tiba lah, hari ini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo selamat pagi, selamat datang di planet bumi, ini adalah hari-mu yang ke .... dan ini adalah hari yang terakhir, nikmatilah hari ini karena esok kamu tidak akan kembali" Agak tersentk mendengar itu, namun aku sudah menduganya dari kemarin malam, saat dunia imaginer berkata aku tinggal menunggu satu hari untuk membuka pintu tanpa batas. Kubuka mataku perlahan, hari ini bukanlah lagi hari-hari yang kujalani seperti dahulu, sudah 8 hari lamanya aku tertidur di atas ranjang putih ini, di punggung kanan kiriku, dimasukan selang yang dihubungkan dengan cairan yang disebut infus. Hidungku juga disumbat selang yang dihubungkan dengan tabung oksigen. Sebenarnya aku ingin membuka mata, tapi ternyata mata ini sudah terlalu sulit untuk dibuka, sudah 4 hari aku tidak bisa membuka mata ini, apalagi menggerakan tubuhku. Tapi setidaknya aku tau di sekelilingku ada orang-orang yang paling aku sayang, menemani ku setiap hari terkadang mereka menangis sambil menggemgam tanganku dan berharap aku bangun. kadang rasanya ingin membelai kepala mereka dan berkata, "Jangan menangis, aku baik baik saja kok :)" Tapi aku bahkan merasa sudah tidak memiliki tubuh. Aku tidak sanggup melakukan gerakan apapun bahkan tersenyum. Ya, tubuhku sudah terbaring lemah. Hari ini terasa sangat panjang, penuh dengan ketakutan dan juga kesedihan. Ya, aku memang tidak bisa menangis dan mengeluarkan air mata, tapi aku menangis dalam batin. Aku takut. aku takut untuk meninggalkan planet bumi ini, aku takut. aku takut untuk membuka pintu tanpa batas, dan aku takut, aku takut meninggalkan orang2 yang aku sayang. semua itu terus menghantuiku sampai ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba jantungku berdebar sangat kencang, paru-paruku terasa sangat perih , aku tidak tau ada apa yang terjadi tapi ini terasa sangat menyakitkan, kepalaku seakan-akan ditarik dan dibanting, dipaksa keluar. dan tidak lama kemudian, kembali aku ditarik oleh pusaran angin. aku menolak, aku berontak. aku sadar itu adalah menit-menit terakhirku di planet bumi ini, tapi tetap tidak bisa, aku terus tertarik ke dalam pusaran angin. sayup-sayup aku mendenga suara mesin elektrodiograf mengeluarkan bunyi pippp yang panjang, yang artinya, yah. jantungku sudah berhenti berdetak, aku sudah bebas dari tubuh ini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo selamat malam, selamat datang di dunia imajinasi, dunia tanpa batas! Hari ini adalah pertamamu untuk membuka pintu tanpa batas! Silahkan membuka dan pergilah kemanapun kamu mau ini dunia tanpa batas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha aduh apa itu yang gw ketik!! hahaha yaa itu lah kira-kira apa yang sedang ada di dalam benak gw. tiba-tiba gw berfikir tentang satu bagian yang paling gw benci : perpisahan. Dari dulu, hal ini adalah hal yang paling mudah dan sukses membuat gw menangis, kesal, marah gak keruan deh kayak orang gila. Anehnya, waktu gw kecil gw kadang suka berkhayal sendiri tentang bagaimana nanti saat besarnya gw akan meninggalkan dunia? (Terpengaruh sinteron) dan kadang gw suka berfikir gimana suatu hari nantinya kalau gw terkena penyakit yang bisa divoins hidup selama tiga bulan dan tiap harinya gw akan menghitung mundur seperti yang gw tulis di atas. takut. pasti satu kata itu yang gw rasakan. Dan gimanapun, tiba-tiba gw merasa telah merasakan hal itu secara tidak langsung beberapa minggu sebelum gw berangkat ke singapura. Ok, gw tau banget kalo singapura tidak jauh dari Indonesia, tinggal ngesot juga nyampe. Tapi bagaimanapun juga ... itu tetap perpisahan kan? Tiap malam gw menghitung mundur sisa-sisa waktu yang gw punya untuk dihabiskan sama orang-orang yang gw sayang. dan saat malam terakhir ya rasanya sangat menyakitkan. makin menyakitkan adalah detik terakhir waktu masuk ke pintu airport, itu rasanya sangat sa-kit yaa! Oke, gw itu bukan orang yang cukup bijak dalam menghadapi perpisahan. gw bukan orang yang cukup dewasa untuk menanggapi perpisahan secara positif. tapi tiba-tiba malam ini, entah kenapa gw merasa kalau perpisahan itu bukan akhir dari segalanya. Kita mungkin akan meninggalkan tempat yang sudah menjadi "zona nyaman" untuk kita, namun kita juga harus berusaha untuk mencari "zona nyaman" yang lain. Yang mungkin, akan lebih baik dari sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam beberapa minggu terakhir ini, gw baru saja berjumpa dengan kata perpisahan lagi. dan itu terasa.. sangat berat hahaha gak ngerti kata apa yang bisa ngegambarin betapa sakitnya saat perpisahan itu datang selain dengan cara menangis. jujur di dalam hati gw terasa kayak ada suatu pemberontakan yang sebesar pki. ada 2 sisi yang satu persatu terus saling bertentangan. Tapi, akhirnya aku memilih sisi yang mengatakan gw harus tetap melewati perpisahan ini. gw harus bisa jadi dewasa dan gak selamanya jadi anak kecil terus yang terus bersembunyi dalam bayang-bayang ke-egoisan diri gw sendiri. Satu yang gw katakan pada diri gw akhir akhir ini adalah : Perpisahan bukan berarti berakhir segalanya. Perpisahan bukan berarti hidup gw udah berakhir. masih banyak yg harus gw lakuin diluar sana, di ruang tanpa batas. Jadi yang sekarang harus dilakukan adalah bangun, menghapus semua air mata dan menatap ke depan. aku harus menjalani kehidupan yg baru ini. dan berharap setidaknya ini akan lebih baik dari kemarin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1976928441904911567?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1976928441904911567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1976928441904911567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1976928441904911567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1976928441904911567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-bye.html' title='Good-Bye!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5847447444418683748</id><published>2009-09-27T02:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:47:23.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>a bit update</title><content type='html'>Hey! it's 3 A.M and I'm here, in front of my laptop doing my research,feeling stuck and bored,  -_- so I decided to kill my self. HAHAHA no no no! I'm not that crazy everyone! I'm just using my photoboth and took pictures of my self to show what is going on my mind now, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sr5nC52JLKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MTjTgrsHWH8/s1600-h/helloyello"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sr5nC52JLKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MTjTgrsHWH8/s400/helloyello" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385855503967005858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah, school will be started on monday and I'm not finish yet with my face lift, research and also sketchbook. DAMNNN btw, happy birthday my Amanda Purnamasari, Alexansder Gotama, Michelle Tedjosugondo, Samantha Tedjosugondo and also Kevin Tedjosugondo! The Birthday card will be uploaded SOON okay? Me love you guyss &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5847447444418683748?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5847447444418683748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5847447444418683748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5847447444418683748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5847447444418683748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/09/bit-update.html' title='a bit update'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sr5nC52JLKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MTjTgrsHWH8/s72-c/helloyello' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-3694327249129480827</id><published>2009-09-20T21:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:23:27.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>LASALLE-life</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly 2 months I'm living in my new chapter of life which means as a college student. As I said in my last post, there are many unexpected things happened. And the thing is absolutely better than I thought. By the way, I've always wanted to be a LASALLE student since I was in my first year in senior high school, so you must be know how excited I was to know more and more about my college. First time I came to LASALLE, all I could say to describe it was "WOW"  LASALLE building is so damn freaking a w s o m e. After done with all the re-registration thingy, I found many new friends who also came from Indonesia ha ha ha. K is my class, and I hated it since I know there's only 2 Indonesian people in my class, me and Indah. But then I changed my mind after knowing that I have no class on friday ;p. First week in LASALLE was all about orientation and unimportant things ha ha seriously. We went to East Coast beach on the second day, and all I could say it was so b o o o r r r i i i n g g g. And the first assignment was designing a post card based on that trip, and the theme was "sensations" &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;after  felt stuck like 2-3 hours, then I decided to make some swirls and painted it with water color pencil. And here is my first post card :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrY_aN8YupI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zNWmArKZYsE/s1600-h/postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrY_aN8YupI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zNWmArKZYsE/s320/postcard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383560124220095122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya ya I know it looks very ugly ;p but at least I made it with my own Idea, because the most thing I hate is plagiarism for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really started my college life on week 3, and it was getting harder since all the subjects was giving so many fvckng projects, homework and assignments. This is what my class and I did on my first 3D lesson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrZB78iwfhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mbVoiM0QnV4/s1600-h/IMG_0583.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/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrZB78iwfhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mbVoiM0QnV4/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383562902688005650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only satay sticks and also plasticine, and we were supposed to make the structure from those things to hold a 1.5 lt bottle which was full of water, I forgot the minimum height, but it might be about 50cm i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another project for 3d was egg-project. Individually all the students were supposed to make a skeletal structure to protect an egg, so that the egg could be survive though we throw it from fifth floor. WTF???? and this one is mine and it survived :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrjH_TE-bhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4AF34izCo-Y/s1600-h/egg+project888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrjH_TE-bhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4AF34izCo-Y/s320/egg+project888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384273244788256274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crazy subject is 2D. LOTS of homework and assignments and also research. I hate research. Really hate it I mean. But luckily my friend Herli, found a book about "Art Fundamental" and it helped me A LOT for my research. My first project for 2D was "My Elemental Face" in this project,students were supposed to draw their own face using all the drawing elements which are shape, texture, line, motion, space and also the combination of all the elements. These are some of my drawings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Srq_1SgE_jI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_XWzf9-2YpM/s1600-h/elemental+face"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Srq_1SgE_jI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_XWzf9-2YpM/s400/elemental+face" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384827226695204402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other project was color, in this project, I played with color, firstly, I was supposed to make the color wheel, gray color chart and also chromatic color chart. After that, I learnt about harmonious, complimentary, monochromatic and also triadic color, and the homework was we had to chose one of famous painting, then paint it again with the harmonious and friends techniques. This one is mine.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrjTv7Eu-kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6edA3IRsp5Q/s1600-h/famous+painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrjTv7Eu-kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6edA3IRsp5Q/s400/famous+painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384286174786288194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The famous painting, and my painting ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my drawing subject was all about drawing drawing and drawing, too much drawing to upload I think. For this term, I got the Video and Illustrator workshop. I already upload my video project on my blog, then this is my illustrator project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrjXtK51Y0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wlhjWJqOtP0/s1600-h/illustrator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrjXtK51Y0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wlhjWJqOtP0/s400/illustrator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384290525542441794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya ya Those are a few of what I did these last 2 months, feel so exhausted but also excited. I really can't wait to my next project for sure ;p I'll post my next project later see youuuuuuuuuu ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-3694327249129480827?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3694327249129480827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=3694327249129480827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3694327249129480827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3694327249129480827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/09/lasalle-life.html' title='LASALLE-life'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrY_aN8YupI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zNWmArKZYsE/s72-c/postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5291345839825817302</id><published>2009-09-19T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:44:03.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theresia&apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>I just wanna say, I miss you ALL</title><content type='html'>Heyy, yeah yeah I exactly know its been too late kalo baru ngepost ini sekarang, btw gw lebih prefer ngomong indo deh biar bisa mengekspresikan ke dalaman hati gw sebenarnya (alesan) HAHAHA anyways, Im here in Singapore, masih hidup walau udah gak pernah kasih kabar disini. udah tepat 2 bulan sejak gw meninggalkan Indonesia. Banyak banget hal hal yang unexpected terjadi disini, sebenernya udah lama banget pengen ngeblog untuk mengabarkan kalau gw masih hidup dan sehat-sehat gak terkena badai gak terkena flu babi dan pesawat gw gak jatoh. Pengen bagi bagi pengalaman gw disini tapi tapi tapi tiba-tiba singapur kehilangan koneksi internet selama berbulan2 oh tidaaaakkk hahaha enggak deh gak gitu, justru internet disini jauh lebih jempol daripada di indo, selama 2 bulan ini gw kerja rodi terus tiap hari tiap malem karena gw dianggap tki ilegal! enggak deh gak gitu juga hahaha selama 2 bulan ini tugas gw super banyak, bahkan jauh lebih banyak dari waktu di SMA, cuma perbedaannya kalo dulu gw males total to the max rasanya buat ngerjain, kalo disini justru gw semangat bahkan untuk gak tidur pun gw jabanin deh  hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first time gw kesini tuh errr banyak banget deh perasaan yg campur aduk di benak gw, waktu pertama tanggal 20 july, mata gw udah bengkak banget bangetan secara udah beberapa minggu sebelomnya itu gw nangis parah udah kayak mau pindah planet. Ya ya mungkin emang lebay, tapi entah kenapa gw itu orangnya emang terlalu berekspresi HAHAHA apalgi pas paginya my sister kayak peluk gitu sambil nangis, makin mengucur lah air mata gw. Nah waktu menginjakan kaki di airport, perasaan pertama yg gw rasain again, takut. Kenapa sih gw orangnya aneh? kadang gw suka bingung sendiri kenapa gw terlalu penakut untuk sesuatu yg gak penting? NO NOOO gw bukan takut pesawatnya bakalan jatoh! Again gw takut untuk... memulai sesuatu yg baru, krik krik krik sperti yg gw tulis di bbrp post sebelom ini, gw takut banget menghadapi semuanya. Waktu gw ngeliat temen-temen yang nganterin hati gw berasa sangat berat banget untuk berangkat, dan pengen memperpanjang waktu TAPII semua itu dirusak dengan KOPER GW OVERWEIGHT 25 KG! OMG! yaudha langsung deh sibuk ngurusin repacking.Ribet dan akhirnya cuma punya waktu bentar sm temen2 gw uhh menyesal sendiri jadinya -_- dan here are foto-foto di airport, and I miss you ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrS-rEQbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fdUilz6rcnM/s1600-h/scb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrS-rEQbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fdUilz6rcnM/s320/scb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186165908390322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrSn13iMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/23Mx_jBbISo/s1600-h/sayang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrSn13iMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/23Mx_jBbISo/s320/sayang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186159779678402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrSO_SntI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mvW3FH27uiE/s1600-h/gelegar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrSO_SntI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mvW3FH27uiE/s320/gelegar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186153108315858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrRuPRXtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mgL30SBC7m0/s1600-h/lovee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrRuPRXtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mgL30SBC7m0/s320/lovee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186144316972754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrRej2qtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ue51snFVEB0/s1600-h/gab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrRej2qtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ue51snFVEB0/s320/gab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186140108335826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU ALL PAKE BANGET DEEHHH ampun ampunan :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus terus pertama nyampe disini itu yaa gimana yah agak kri krik rasanya. Di Sg itu kan gak ada micin yah makanan terasa hambar, udah gitu kemana-mana jalan kaki kan terus hal ter-nyelekit itu adalah GW GAK BISA MANDARIN, sedangkan disini kanan kiri tuh pada ngomong mandarin gituuuuu. Yah rasanya kayak lost aja gimanaa gitu deh. Minggu-minggu pertama semua diisi dengan jungkir balik enggak deh, minggu minggu pertama gw diisi dengan m e n a n g i s. Kangen rasanya sama mama papa sama temen2 semua sama my bf kangen kangennn tapi untungnya setelah masuk kuliah kehidupan gw sudah mulai membaik. Kangennya tetep masih ada, tapi gw udah cukup mulai dewasa untuk menerima dan berkata sama diri gw sendiri "Hey Ivy? Kamu udah di kehidupan yg baru, you are starting ur new chapter now!" tiap gw pengen pulang gw selalu ngomong itu sama diri gw sendiri. Dan untungnyaaaaa after ngejalanin college life dan ketemu temen2 indo yg senasib disini semua terasa lebih ringan dari sebelomnya. Pengen deh posting about my LASALLE life, tp mungkin untuk next post aja yah udah kepanjangan disini haha btw, video dibawah itu my project HAHA ganyambung kan ngomongnya udah semakin geje. Yah pokoknya intinya di post ini I just wanna say I MISS YOU ALL ALL ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5291345839825817302?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5291345839825817302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5291345839825817302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5291345839825817302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5291345839825817302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-wanna-say-i-miss-you-all.html' title='I just wanna say, I miss you ALL'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrTrS-rEQbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fdUilz6rcnM/s72-c/scb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-8142771045790476895</id><published>2009-09-18T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:07:51.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>I made this video not only for my MIS-Project but also dedicated to all my friends, including you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MSdCLhiBWg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MSdCLhiBWg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8142771045790476895?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=abe845690599e7f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8142771045790476895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8142771045790476895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8142771045790476895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8142771045790476895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-3084915679739089425</id><published>2009-07-19T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:19:27.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>My time is running out</title><content type='html'>Not that brave to count how much time that still I have.&lt;br /&gt;Will be missing my girls,boy and family soon.&lt;br /&gt;Is my tears enough to explain what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my room,&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-3084915679739089425?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3084915679739089425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=3084915679739089425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3084915679739089425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3084915679739089425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-time-is-running-out.html' title='My time is running out'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-794587212140403273</id><published>2009-07-09T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:47:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts</title><content type='html'>- I've Graduated from SMA.Santa Theresia, and now call me alumnus. I really proud could be the part of Theresian, so proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In less than 2 weeks I'm gonna leaving Jakarta to continue my education at Lasalle College Of The Arts Singapore. Very excited since I know my next campus building is so damn cool! But also sad knowing that I have to live far from many peoples I really love :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SlYdGNJrgPI/AAAAAAAAANw/YQCEJYNvNiE/s1600-h/6440178-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SlYdGNJrgPI/AAAAAAAAANw/YQCEJYNvNiE/s320/6440178-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356500799250465010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SlYdxfICzcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vXYAisz8tVw/s1600-h/P51-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SlYdxfICzcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vXYAisz8tVw/s320/P51-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356501542809816514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to Blogging since last month, but Idk why my post(s) never been done that's why I always try to make a new post haha gonna post them someday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I do miss my girls, my high school moments, all the teachers, even test and assignment! I really do! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call me "Lebay" but I cry every night since I realize I gotta leave Jakarta in a short time, and I know I'll be missing my family, my girls and my bf :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Really wanna buy painted shoes! Oh I want it soooooo bad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gotta cut my hair!! especially my bangs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My bff Monik now in Jakarta! Miss her soooo much, fyi She's the one in the video that I've posted &lt;a href="http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-birthday-girl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me and my twins Amanda, going to start our own clothing line, okay I know, I have no more time, but I'm sure I will do my best in my lil time. gonna post the first skirt we've made soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-794587212140403273?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/794587212140403273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=794587212140403273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/794587212140403273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/794587212140403273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-facts.html' title='Random Facts'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SlYdGNJrgPI/AAAAAAAAANw/YQCEJYNvNiE/s72-c/6440178-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5783887906757375108</id><published>2009-05-15T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:13:29.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>at last</title><content type='html'>akhirnya pada tanggal 13 may 2009 semua ujian sepanjang tahun selesai&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gw sudah menyelesaikan uan ujian praktek dan uas&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya skarang bisa konsentrasi ngurusin promnight&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya sekarang bisa seneng-seneng sama temen-temen tanpa mikirin uan&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gw sudah menyelesaikan masa 3 tahun terakhir di sma&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gw selesai sekolah&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya bel terakhir sudah terdengar&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gw tidak akan memakai batik gw yang sudah robek &lt;br /&gt;akhirnya semua hari-hari disekolah sudah berlalu&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gw mendapatkan liburan panjang&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gw harus meninggalkan masa terindah (read : SMA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa udah lega sih karena semuanya udah lewat, tapi tetep banget di dalem hati ini kayak ada batu karang hahaha sedih pake banget, dan berat rasanya gw harus ninggalin masa-masa yang menurut gw sangat suepr duper menyenangkan. Pengeennn banget memperpanjang masa ini, tapi 1 kenyataan yang harus gw terima gw harus terus melanjutkan hidup gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut. Itu satu kata yang bener-bener menggambarkan apa yang gw rasakan saat ini. Gw bener-bener takut banget untuk menghadapi fase hidup gw yang selanjutnya which is kuliah. Apalagi gw bakal ngelanjutin kuliah di luar negeri. Kadang-kadang gw ngerasa menjadi pengkhianat juga harus menghianati negeri sendiri hahahaha tapi yaaaa setelah gw ingat-ingat kalo di Indonesia gak ada universitas seni yang punya better quality than di luar gw tetep merasa gw harus bisa untuk ngelewatin masa-masa itu. Sebenernya gw merasa gimana yaa, kayak semacem takut kalah saing. Yaa gw itu kan orangnya males banget bangetan, gw takut kalo disana gak ada orang tua then gw jadi gak bisa ngikutin pelajaran dengan baik. Gw takut gw gak mampu menyaingi kreatifitas anak-anak lasalle yang lain. Gw takut gak punya mutu sebaik yang lain, apalagi gw kuliah disana ada scholarshipnya gt which means gw harus kasih nilai yang bener-bener bagus. Uuhhhh kalo inget-inget gitu rasanya gw bener-bener takut banget banget bangetttttttttt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, ketakutan gw yang kedua mungkin sama seperti post sebelomnya. Gw takut kehilangan teman-teman dan orang-orang yang gw sayang. Gw takut di sana gak bisa ngedapetin temen-temen seperti di Indonesia. Dan gw takut di cap freak!! Karena jelas banget kalo gw itu berasal dari negara yang lain dengan budaya yang lain juga dengan pandangan yang lain. Gimana kalo gw di cap aneh sama mereka? Gimana kalo di cap freak gara-gara gw suka ketawa-ketawa? Gimana kalo gw dianggep gila? Gimana kalo gw gak menemukan sarang yang tepat buat gw seperti sekarang? (Read : Hidup di sarang orang freak HAHAHAA) aduhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh beneran deh gw bener bener takutttttttttttttttttt. gw emang gak pernah takut sama setan hantu monster atau apapun. Tapi gw bener-bener paling sensitif deh kalo masalah beginian. Tiba-tiba gw teringat sama film bring it on 4. Gw bener-bener takut bakalan kaya si pemeran siapa tuh cherleader capt yang pindah sekolah then agak dijauhin gara-gara kulitnya putih gitu trus dia nelfon temennya sambil nangis-nangis di wc. GIMANA KALO NANTINYA GW BAKAL KAYAK GITTUU? nelpon dari sg ke sini kan mahallllllll uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Gw kadang-kadang ngiri sama temen-temen gw yang bakal tetep kuliah di jakarta. Karena at least mereka bisa ketemuan tiap minggu. Nah gw? Paling balik ke Indo setaun 2x pas lagi liburan, itu pun kalo orang tua gw gak kesana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takut&lt;br /&gt;takut&lt;br /&gt;takut&lt;br /&gt;takutttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuhhhh emang keliatan lebay. Tapi bener deh gw udah merasa nyaman banget di posisi gw sekarang dan bener-bener gak mau ninggalin semua ini aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Ada beberapa temen gw yang justru excited mau kuliah ke luar negeri. Tapi gw? Gak sama sekali kenapaa sihhhhhh? Padahal ya udah dari SMA 1 gw mau kuliah di univ itu. tapi tetep aja takutttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5783887906757375108?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5783887906757375108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5783887906757375108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5783887906757375108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5783887906757375108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-last.html' title='at last'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2050320007644759030</id><published>2009-04-19T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:46:51.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theresia&apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='togee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>deepest</title><content type='html'>sekarang jam 1an pagi, kira-kira 30 jam lagi gw akan menghadapi UAN,Ujian AKHIR Nasional. damn it. bukan, bukan karena gw gak siap, bukan karena gw males ngerjain soal. bukan bukan itu faktor kenapa gw gak suka uan. gw benci sama kata akhir. walau gw tau dibalik akhir pasti ada awal. tapi, enggak tau kenapa gw tetep benci kalo bakal menemui kata akhir. mungkin ada beberapa pihak yang merasa seneng karena 1 minggu lagi udah bebasdari segala kemumetan. tapi gak dengan gw. kalo dipikir-pikir, kamis kemaren itu adalah hari terakhir gw sekolah. hari terakhir gw merasakan belajar pelajaran ipa, merasakan guru dan teman2 yang serius belajar. itu artinya, gw udah selesai melaksanakan tugas sebagai seorang murid, dan udah ngelewatin kira-kira 12 tahun. gw sidh, gw sedih tiap fase hidup gw mau berakhir atau gw mau kehilangan sesuatu. mungkin gw bisa dibilang lebay tapi bener deh gw gak bisa ngegambarin apa yang gw rasain sekarang. gw takut, takut kalo besok soalnya susah. gw seneng, karena bentar lagi bisa hura-hura. tapi gw sedih, sedih karena semua bakalan selesai. dan gw akan meninggalkan masa sma gw yang bener-bener sangat menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada beberapa temen gw yang semangat buat mulai masa kuliah mereka, tapi ngga dengan gw. gw justru takut. takut banget ngadepin dunia yang baru. waktu gw naik sma, gw juga gak mengenal 1 orang pun di tere, dan gw takut, takut gak punya temen. takut di cap aneh. takut takut takut. tapi ternyata gw bisa menjalani semuanya dengan baik. tapi helloo! gw akan pindah ke negara baru. ke negara yang walaupun deket tapi tetep aja gw lebih miskin pergaulan disana. ya walau gw udah kenal beberapa orang yang akan masuk 1 universitas dengan gw, tetepa aja gw t-a-k-u-t. kata orang, masa sma adalah masa yang paling indah. dan gw sangat setuju dengan pernyataan itu. gw gak yakin nanti di universitas gw bisa mendapatkan teman2 kayak di sma. gw gak yakin pengalaman gw akan se menyenangkan di sma. gw inget banget, waktu gw masih kelas 1, seorang temen gw yang baru lulus kuliah bilang "nikmatin aja masa sma kamu vy, soalnya nanti kamu pasti kangenn banget." gw sedihhhh sediihhh kalo inget itu. gw akan kangen banget banget bangetan sama theresia. beneran deh, gak bohong.jujur ya, sekarang aja gw kangen sama aulangan harian hahahhaa kebanyakan ngerjain to, soal2 pg gw bosenn. gw pengen soal2 ulangan harian. yang belajarnya dikit tapi soalnya bisa dianalisa sampe dalem2 hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah nantinya gw bisa tetep close sama temen2 gw apa enggak. tapi gw tetep sangat sedih kalo inget kita bakalan pisah. abis baca blog seorang temen gw, gw jadi inget kejadian 1 taun yang lalu. dimana gw harus berpisah sama kelas yang bener2 gw sayang dan sampe sekarang sangat gw rindukan which is 2 ipa 1, waktu itu gw sedih banget harus pisah sama temen2 terdekat gw, yah walau gw tau apa yang mereka rasakan pasti lebih berat dan sedih, gw gak tau kenapa gak bisa berhenti nangis waktu itu dan tentunya merasa bersalah. waktu itu gw bener-bener merasa kehilangan mereka yang sangat gw sayangin dan sampe sekarang ternyata kita emang gak sedeket yang dulu. sama juga kaya temen2 terdekat gw waktu smp.sekarang yang tetep deket sama gw palingan 2-3 orangan doang. yah mungkin kita semua udah sibuk sama kesibukan masing2. dari semua pengalaman gw ini, semua membuat gw semakin takut. gw takut sama kata perpisahan. bener-bener takut. bahkan lebih takut daripada menghadapi uan besok hahhaa. ya ya aplagi setelah nanti lulus sma gw akan bener2 jauh dari mereka. mereka yang selama ini bikin gw tertawa sampe mau mati, mereka yang selama ini membuat gw betah di sekolah, mereka yang selama ini bisa bikin gw banyak belajar ya ya ya mereka yang gak bisa gw sebutkan namanya satu persatu. mungkin beberapa tahun lagi kita udah gak deket atau mungkin saling gak mengenal. tapi mungkin melalui tulisan ini doang gw bisa bilang, gw sangat sayang sama kalian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, gw harus melanjutkan membaca biologi, goodluck uannya ya untuk semua angkatan 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-2050320007644759030?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2050320007644759030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=2050320007644759030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2050320007644759030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2050320007644759030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/04/deepest.html' title='deepest'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6785929117547038201</id><published>2009-04-11T01:58:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:42:03.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><title type='text'>they're my loveeeee</title><content type='html'>okay okay gw akan memperkenalkan "mereka" yang sebenarnya sudah pengen dari dulu gw perkenalkan. mereka ini adalah teman yang sudah ada sejak gw masih smp dan sampai sekarang dan bahkan mereka lah yang membuat gw mendapatkan lasalle college of the arts's tuition grant. here's my p-o-r-t-f-o-l-i-o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-K_w1hp6I/AAAAAAAAALY/Q053IQvBwI8/s1600-h/grettings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-K_w1hp6I/AAAAAAAAALY/Q053IQvBwI8/s400/grettings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323126112621012898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi kalo pertama kali masuk ke cd portfolio gw akan menemukan salam ini dulu dan essay gw, dan beberapa folder yang udah gw rapihkan berdasarkan jenisnya. mari kita klik folder graphic design, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi di folder ini gw bikin 2 folder lagi buat bagi 2 design gw, yang pertama itu design-design gw waktu smp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-Oyczy3vI/AAAAAAAAALg/0RtiJWyiCQQ/s1600-h/jhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-Oyczy3vI/AAAAAAAAALg/0RtiJWyiCQQ/s400/jhs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323130281953255154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKLUM YA KALAU NGGAK BAGUS, MASIH SMP BUATNYAAA HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, next ke folder yang gw design waktu sma. hemm ini cuma sekedar beberapa yang gw masukin, misalnyaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-QlepajSI/AAAAAAAAALo/jPhKCYcmH84/s1600-h/get+well+soon+marco!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-QlepajSI/AAAAAAAAALo/jPhKCYcmH84/s400/get+well+soon+marco!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323132258131545378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kartu ucapan get well soon marco yang gw buat pas awal2 kelas 2 sma pas dia lg sakit gitu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-RxHCnWxI/AAAAAAAAALw/q24pWfGaEpE/s1600-h/nature+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-RxHCnWxI/AAAAAAAAALw/q24pWfGaEpE/s400/nature+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323133557464849170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw gak tau yang jelas ini apa hemmm cuma waktu itu iseng2 doang aja buat hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-TJ27Ss4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tvI4ai1LMTs/s1600-h/all+of+magazine+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-TJ27Ss4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tvI4ai1LMTs/s400/all+of+magazine+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323135082147525506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover majalah tugas TIK waktu kelas 2, yang gw bikinin untuk &lt;br /&gt;(ki-ka) jeli, jeje, ity, gw sendiri, bella, marco, cota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-U1bOSWSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HWiD0P8wE8w/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-U1bOSWSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HWiD0P8wE8w/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323136930136873250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logo pms, logo terefest yang gak jadi dipake, pin yang diminta sama anak komunikasi uph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-VwbWwu-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/AAKbtjHd6bQ/s1600-h/sweetsfromheaven+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-VwbWwu-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/AAKbtjHd6bQ/s400/sweetsfromheaven+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323137943784700898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poster "sweets from heaven" kaya tand kelas gw waktu entrepreneurship day kemaren :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ini dia design yang gw jadikan sebagai best artwok waktu di interview tadaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-YGZR9cWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XdkykHVpsgw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-YGZR9cWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XdkykHVpsgw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323140520208068962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-ZjvsWb-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/V_fWHfJ8jnI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-ZjvsWb-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/V_fWHfJ8jnI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323142123952173026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini adalah agenda yang gw buat untuk theresia taun pelajaran 2008-2009. untuk kosepnya dapat dilihat &lt;a href="http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreamer-is-not-loser.html"&gt;di sini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then di folder yang lain ada beberapa manipulasi foto-foto yang pernah gw buat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-gHBTsRtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9CVd4cC1vDQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-gHBTsRtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9CVd4cC1vDQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149327045773010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-h5oImKwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-xr_SqJFUD4/s1600-h/pm2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-h5oImKwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-xr_SqJFUD4/s400/pm2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151295973305090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-j9kRx-AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BpEYo4pXheo/s1600-h/pm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-j9kRx-AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BpEYo4pXheo/s400/pm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323153562680817666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-l23eeqHI/AAAAAAAAANA/lTe_T8SRuWs/s1600-h/pm4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-l23eeqHI/AAAAAAAAANA/lTe_T8SRuWs/s400/pm4+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323155646598522994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke. di lasalle juga mengharuskan kita menggambar pake tangan dan ini beberapa pencil sketch gw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-ePYSEsBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/F4dg6YfEU0g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-ePYSEsBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/F4dg6YfEU0g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323147271628697618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan yang warna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-niegk-8I/AAAAAAAAANI/f5aonmKI4gM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img sytyle="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-niegk-8I/AAAAAAAAANI/f5aonmKI4gM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323157495322311618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensil warna,cat minyak, cat minyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least yang membuat gw mendapat that tuition grant adalah essay gw, here's my essay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-q0l4z7EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ow4w42MqnuE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-q0l4z7EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ow4w42MqnuE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323161105075530818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6785929117547038201?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6785929117547038201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6785929117547038201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6785929117547038201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6785929117547038201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/04/theyre-my-loveeeee.html' title='they&apos;re my loveeeee'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/Sd-K_w1hp6I/AAAAAAAAALY/Q053IQvBwI8/s72-c/grettings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6764584566979841221</id><published>2009-03-01T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:23:07.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theresia&apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>halo halo selamat malam wah udah lama banget bangetan gila gw gak nulis blog, kalo diliat-liat sebenernya terakhir gw nulis blog yang bener-bener nulis itu sekitar 3 taun yang lalu ya? ngga deh sekitar agustus-septemberan gitu ya mungkin? abis itu cuma nulis2 singkat yang sedikit gak meaning hahaha banyak yang udah gw tulis tapi cuma kesimpan di draft sampe sekarang well banyak hal yang berubah dalam hidup gw, sekarang gw sudah berjalan dengan tangan dibawah dan kaki di atas dan juga bernafas dengan ketek hahahahha ngga ngga akhir akhir ini banyak hal yang terjadi. banyak kesibukan yang melanda yang gak pernah berhenti tiap bulannya. dari mulai nyari kuliah, urusin portfolio, mempersiapkan blablabla-day(s) buat kelas, pergi kesana kemari waktu liburan, provoke student edition dan puncaknya pada theresia festival 2009! dan akan ditambah lg dengan promnight 2009 dan segala macem persiapan gw untuk ke singapur. dan yang jelas yang paling membuat seram next week gw akan menghadapi UJIAN AKHIR NASIONAL 2009. ohh nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, mungkin untuk beberapa orang menganggap uan itu adalah suatu hal yang gampang yang cipil yang gak ada apa2nya dehhh pokoknya ngedip juga keisi semua tuh kertas jawaban. awalnya gw juga menganggap seperti itu, bahkan ya sampe sekarang gw masih aja bersugesti kalo uan bakalan jauh lebih gampang dari 6 to dan 1 pra uan yang udah gw lewati sampe sekarang ini. tapi kalo dipikir2 SEBERAPA SIH PERSIAPAN YANG UDAH GW LAKUIN BUAT UAN? kalo dilihat dari nyicil2 belajar di rumah itu 0%! gw bener2 gak pernah nyentuh buku. bahkan pas to2 1-5 gw bener2 gak peduli. dan hasilnya? to gw berantakan babak belur. kalo mau dilihat2 rata2 to gw cuma 6 6 6 6 6 bahkan sebelom pra uan kemaren bio, mat fisika gw gak pernah nyium angka 7! ya sebenernya sih udah dari sebulan yang lalu gw ketakutan gembar gembor mau nyicil pelajaran, tapi hasilnya 0! bener2 gak ada yang dijalanin. erhggg kenapa sih males itu gak bisa diobatin? oke. mungkin dengan nilai segitu gw bisa lulus, tapi malu gak sih lulus cuma dengan nilai rata2 6? gw kan mau gaya dengan rata2 diatas 9 HAHAHAHA oke. mungkin atau engga gw mengejar semua ketinggalan dalam waktu seminggu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6764584566979841221?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6764584566979841221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6764584566979841221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lagi males gw cuma mau membagi kesenangan gw karena berhasil mendapatkan g&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;raphic design tuition grant in Lasalle College of the Arts Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA gw super duper senang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-3168949105922947199?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3168949105922947199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=3168949105922947199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3168949105922947199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3168949105922947199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-proud-to-myself.html' title='I proud to myself.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5515874289906409489</id><published>2008-11-29T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:33:03.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>pr dari fardil dan cimon :D</title><content type='html'>Homework Rules :&lt;br /&gt;1. each blogger must post this rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. each blogger must starts with 10 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. blogger that are tagged need to write about their own blog, about their ten things and post&lt;br /&gt;   You need to choose some people to get tagged and list their names&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to live them a comment telling them that they're tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 random facts about me :&lt;br /&gt;1. gw sangat sayang sama mama papa koko dan ade gw walaupun mereka itu suka menyebalkan apa lagi ade gw yang sangat-sangat bandel dan rese dan nyebelin dan bikin gemes pengen gw cubitin tapi kalo gw cubit pasti dia  ngamuk2 haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. gw sangat sayang sama teman-teman gw dan pengen tetep close sama mereka sampe nanti tua sampe punya cucu nanti gw jodohin deh cucu gw sama mereka :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. gw sangat sangat sayang sama orang bebel nyebelin rese keras kepala suka marah-marah tukang ninggalin orang berinisial aam setiap dia marah-marah rasanya pengen gw gigit grrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. gw sangat suka tidur! Menurut gw sleeping is part of heaven hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. gw itu pemalas apalagi yang namanya belajar bikin pr beresin kamar mandi makan bahkan gw males pencet koma hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. gw pengeeennn banget kuliah di lasalle singapur! Tapi gak boleh sama mamaa katanya gw itu penyakitan nanti kalo sakitnya kambuh trus mati tiba tiba gimana hahaha gw bahkan tidak bisa membayangkan kalo gw bisa mati karena sinusitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. satu-satunya kenapa gw tidak menyesal masuk ipa selain karena teman-teman gw yang ajaib adalah karena gw suka banget sama praktikum! Menurut gw itu sangat menyenangkan mengajarkan gw berani untuk membelek kodok belalang dan teman2nya bermain urin trus nyampur ini itu di tabung reaksi titarasiin iodin dan teman-temannya sayang sebentar lagi semua berlalu  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. waktu dulu pertama gw masuk tere gw sempet ga tahan gitu karena tugasnya yang buanyak buangett trus gw sempet mau pindah sekolah gitu balik ke yakobus tapi gak bisa kan dan sekarang gw benar-benar merasa tidak menyesal sekolah di theresia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. hidung gw itu sangat sensitif dia bisa bersin cuma karena ada sedikit debu asep atau perubahan suhu baik itu dari dingin ke panas ato panas ke dingin jadi tiap malem  sama pagi gw kayak udah pasti bersin2 haci gitu hahaha katanya dokter sih gara2 sinusitis gw gitu soalnya gw males di terapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. gw bawel, gw suka loncat-loncat biar cepet tinggi, gw sering tanpa sadar teriak-teriak padahal gw merasa volume suara gw normal2 aja haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next tag goes to : manda,ity,bella,alyne,nidya,adi,konyet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5515874289906409489?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5515874289906409489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=5515874289906409489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5515874289906409489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/5515874289906409489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/11/pr-dari-fardil-dan-cimon-d.html' title='pr dari fardil dan cimon :D'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-3168128849904284965</id><published>2008-11-08T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:36:59.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='togee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><title type='text'>hey birthday girl!</title><content type='html'>it had been a year since i made this movie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ta2FOGlBaTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ta2FOGlBaTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday monik i miss you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-3168128849904284965?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3168128849904284965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-4891227277294453147</id><published>2008-11-03T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:33:50.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>jadi 1 bulan terakhir ini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- gw menjadi tidak mood untuk mengurus facebook blog dan teman-temannya bahkan gw jarang ol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- banyak sekali tugas dan pr dan ulangan kayaknya tiap hari gak ada istirahatnya grrr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- gw mengurus portfolio buat daftar di uph dan baru kali ini gw merasa gw bisa menggambar! nyehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- tryout tryout babi sangat jahat dan buat gw sadar kalau gw udah lupa semua bahan kelas 1 dan 2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- hampir tiap hari pulang jem 4an kalo gak try out, kerja kelompok, rapat festival seni --""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- berat badan gw turun 2 kg BAYANGKAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- RAMBUT GW JADI PENDEK BANGETTTT SEBAHU PANJANGAN DIKIT &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- gw kehilangan sangat banyak waktu untuk tidur siang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- dan akibatnya sekarang jam 10an gw udah ketiduran&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan yang jelas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;semakin dekat dengan ulangan umum nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-4891227277294453147?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4891227277294453147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2267506535942213465</id><published>2008-09-30T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:44:09.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>I've been changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hari ini seperti yang sudah gw bilang, gw sakit dan kerjaannya hanya di depan komputer doang merenungi dan meratapi nasib. tapi tapi ternyata hasil renungan gw itu membuahkan hasil loh yang hasilnya iyalah skin baru! ihiy senengg :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh iya, trus-trus tadi gw sempet baca-baca lagi post2an gw yang lama dan gw sempet sangat kaget tentang post gw yang ini &lt;a href="http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-goodbye-to-me.html"&gt;say goodbye to me :) &lt;/a&gt;pas gw ngebaca itu gw kayak inget-inget diri gw yang dulu pas masih berada di jaman itu, aduh gimana yah bahasa bagusnya pokoknya saat2 gw masih nulis blog itu deh, waktu itu gw inget banget kalo hidup gw sangat tidak teratur. dimana, waktu itu gw sangat terbiasa tidur pagi (baca :bener-bener pagi yang artinya jam 1 2 atau 3) bisa dibilang faktor kebiasaan atau faktor apapun deh, dan ya ya ya mari kita tinjau list gw waktu itu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; gw akan bangun lebih pagi. &lt;/strong&gt;hal ini jelas sudah sangat gw lakukan. bayangkan ya sekarang jam 5.30 pasti gw udah melek! bahkan kadang-kadang 6.20 aja gw udah sadar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;gw akan berhenti main hp di kelas&lt;/strong&gt; dan inilah yang benar-benar sudah gw lakukan, mungkin hal ini juga karena gak ada yang smsin sih ya BAHAHA tapi tapi walaupun ada gw akan bisa mengontrol diri kokk &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;gw tidak akan tidur saat pelajaran&lt;/strong&gt;.  believe it or not, gw benar-benar udah gak pernah tidur di kelas! bahkan di jam mandarin ato pkn. gak tau kenapa kayaknya kebiasaan jelek yang ini udah bener-bener hilang sejak gw kelas 3, mungkin karena aura kelas gw yang emang lebih segar dibandingin kelas 2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;gw akan mendengarkan guru saat ngajar dan mencatet yang diajarin&lt;/strong&gt;. ahahhaa kalo yang ini sih cuma setengah2 awalnya sih gw emang masih dengerin guru ngomong dan nyatet kalo diaksih catetan tapi sejak dipindahin duduk sama cella dengan samping kirinya alyne depannya tephie dephie semua hal ini hancur! tapi paling gak rapot mid gw semester ini bagus kok ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;waktu pulang sekolah, gw cuma akan tidur siang sampe jem 5&lt;/strong&gt;. mungkin gak ada yang percaya tapi ini bener2 kenyataan. yah yah mungkin juga gara-gara sekarang gw udah harus menjalani beberapa les tambahan sih ya  tapi tapi bener deh gw udah sangat jarang tidur sampe jem 7 8 an gitu kecuali dalam kondisi capek banget. tiap jem 5 gw pasti kebangun otomatis, paling lama stg 6. ya ya kadang2 gw kangen juga sih tidur sekebo dulu lagi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;abis bangun tidur siang gw akan langsung mandi.&lt;/strong&gt;hahahaha yang iniiii sampe sekarang masih gak bisa terlaksana ;p entah kenapa kalo udah di rumah semua terasa bersih :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;abis mandi, gw akan langsung bikin tugas pr atau belajar ulangan&lt;/strong&gt;.hemmmm ini sedikit terlaksana sih kadang-kadang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;selama pr dan tugas atau ulangan gw blom selesai, gw nga akan nyalain komputer apalagi online.&lt;/strong&gt;eits yang ini bener-bener loh terlaksana karena tepatnya sih gw udah jarang buka komputer buka fs buka facebook atau online msn. gak tau kenapa kayaknya males aja rasanya, karena akhir2 ini gw tertarik dengan the sims2! hahaha norak katro lo vy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;gw akan mengakhiri semua kegiatan gw pada pukul 10, lalu beresin tas kemudian tidur.  &lt;/strong&gt;untuk tidur jem 10 udah terlaksana karena akhir-akhir ini gw tidur sangat cepat, jem 9 aja kadang udah ngantuk gila ajaib banget ya gw, tapi soal beresin tas sih HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;gw akan berhenti membentak nyokap gw dan coba dengerin apa yang dia omongin&lt;/strong&gt; heeemmm yang ini mungkin gw udah sedikit berubah ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay,dulu banyak yang gak percaya gw bisa berubah tapi pada kenyataannya sekarang apa yang terjadi? emang butuh waktu banyak untuk melakukan suatu perubahan dan semua perubahan ini ternyata telah terlihat hasilnya setelah setengah tahun teman2! b-a-y-a-n-g-k-a-n itu gak singkat kan. tapi gimana pun dari semua yang terjadi ini gw tetap percaya kalo semua manusia bisa berubah! asal ada niatnya aja. hahahah udah ah gw bingung lagi mau ngomong apa, hemm oh iya hampir lupa kan, i wanna say thanks to aam ;p karena tanpa dia gw gak akan berubah,thank you ! :DDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-2267506535942213465?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2267506535942213465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=2267506535942213465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2267506535942213465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2267506535942213465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-changing.html' title='I&apos;ve been changing.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1064373413569374588</id><published>2008-09-30T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:43:43.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>hey holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good news&lt;/strong&gt; : Okay! akhirnya setelah sekian lama dinanti-nantikan akhirnya datang juga minggu ini, minggu penuh kebebasan dari semua tugas pr ulangan dan segala macam kerja rodi yang rasanya bikin otak gw capek dan pengen keluar grauww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad news&lt;/strong&gt; : setelah liburan yang dinanti-nantikan ini datang apa yang kemudia malah terjadi? GW MALAH SAKIT. gila ini sakit bener-bener gak-tau-diri banget ya. ya ya setelah di duga-duga sama nyokap gw sih gw merasa bener juga alesannya adalah karena kecapekan. iya sih kalo gw ngeliat kalender september, abis ret-ret tanggal 8-9-10 masuk sekolah masih harus ngerjain banyak tugas pr dan teman-temannya tanpa dikasih libur sama sekali! udah gitu tanggal 16 september kita diasmbut manis dengan mid semester selama 1 minggu. abis itu sementara sekolah lain sudah mulai libur, sekolah gw yang maha najong masih membiarkan anak-anaknya masuk sekolah dengan tugas dan pr dan ulangan yang masih aja ada. okay then, setelah akhirnya kamis terakhir masuk sekolah, jumatnya ada lomba bksn dan malamnya gw tidur jam 3 pagi karena harus menyelesaikan mading BKSN yang harus dikumpul sabtu padahal baru dikasih hari kamis dan padahal hari sabtu adalah hari pengambilan rapot! hari sabtunya setelah ambil rapot gw kemudian tidur sebentar terus malemnya pergi ke 17 temen gw &lt;em&gt;hey happy bithday amanda! &lt;/em&gt;setelah akhirnya jem 12 gw sampe ke rumah dan langsung tidur besok paginya jam 7 nyokap gw udah bangunin trus lgsg syuuurrr ke anyer. senennya abis pulang dari anyer gw ke gading karena ada teman-teman dan sang pacar disana abis maen bola. tadinya niatnya mau tidur gak jadi deh, dan akhirnya setelah jam 9 malam gw sampe rumah, badan gw rasanya lemassss dan sekarang gw tidak diijinkan kemana-mana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good news&lt;/strong&gt; : karena sakit gw bisa maen-maen di depan komputer deh udah lama yah rasanya gak buka-buka internet selain buat nyari tugas ahuahuahua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good news&lt;/strong&gt; : oh ya rapot bayangan gw ternyata bagus loh! ihiy gak disangka gak ada nilai di-bawah 60. cuma kimia 60 sih HUAHAUHAUA sisanya berkisar 70 80 90an dan nilai merah di ulangan jarian juga cuma di kimia doang dan itu biasa bagi anak theresia hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad news &lt;/strong&gt;: setelah liburan berakhir, pernderitaan gw akan ditambah karenaaa 8 OKTOBER GW UDAH MULAI TRY OUT PULANG SEKOLAH ggraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1064373413569374588?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1064373413569374588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1064373413569374588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1064373413569374588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1064373413569374588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-holidays.html' title='hey holiday!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2208120730425361106</id><published>2008-09-19T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:05:04.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but even so&lt;br /&gt;i love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;no matter how things have gone&lt;br /&gt;you always have me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-2208120730425361106?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-848096714416556391</id><published>2008-09-07T20:48:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:19:17.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>17 agustus terakhir</title><content type='html'>sebenarnya udah sangat basi dan membusuk banget kalo gw baru ngepost ini sekarang,&lt;p&gt;tapi tapi tadi tiba-tiba gw baru membaca blog temen gw yang kebetulan sekarang udah gak ada di indo lagi. di postnya dia nulis kalo dia kangen dengan 17agustusan di indonesia. dari membaca blog itu gw kemudian menjadi marah-marah sendiri sampe jungkir balik ngga ding. abis baca postingan itu, gw jadi keinget sama 17 agustus kemaren. seperti lakayknya sekolah-sekolah lain, di tere juga ada acara 17-an trus ada lomba yang menyertakan kelasnya, tahun ini lombanya fashion show dengan tema 17agustus dan harus pake barang bekas. gw merasa di tahun ini gw paling all out banget dan antusias ngadepin lomba ini yah biasalah ya sindrom udah kelas 3 berasa harus menang! haha trus gw buka-buka lagi foto 17an di facebook dan gw merasa&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ini tahun terakhir gw ngerayain 17agustus di sekolah&lt;/span&gt;. yaampunnn tiba-tiba gw sedih sendiri jadinya trus gw nangis darah tapi bohong jadi gw pengen banget memamerkan kekompakan kelas gw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jadi kita mau bikinin dress yang heboh dan jubah buat aleks dan vasha yang terpilih jadi korban  fashion show. gw yang bikinin roknya vasha sedangkan kemben sama mahkota vasha dan ves aleks bagian vicky dan ninta. dan mulailah kamu bekerja...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPR6bBvCOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y6I4u-dq1vQ/s320/n676129005_896257_306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243265192807041250" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPSXJOwPUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/g115dU03p0o/s320/n676129005_896259_733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243265686246014274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;devi gw cella dan detos lagi bermain jadi putri koran dan vasha berasa model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dan akhirnya setelah bekerja keras, kami pun menggila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPS9Pn10QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s6NMVJuq_sI/s320/n676129005_896261_1648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243266340796879106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPTCYM77ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z52eHthWx5M/s320/n676129005_896262_2163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243266428999298450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiba-tiba pak anton lewat daaannnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPSbjLiiqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/z3drl5yPkiA/s320/n676129005_896260_1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243265761931332258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;karena baju yang kita buat cukup tebal dan panas maka kita memutuskan untuk menggusur vasha ke lab fisika. dengan perjalanan yang super heboh! padahal cuma dari kelas gw ke lab fisika doang --"""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPTkrA3S-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/6iy4e5Q8Pas/s320/n676129005_896270_9862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243267018164489186" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPT4dYgnMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ukrNmgyD_Gw/s320/n676129005_896271_335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243267358102953154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okeeyy karena waktu terus bergulir dan bergulir akhirnya makeup pun dimulai! kali ini yang bekerja adalah tephie devi cella dan para kepo kepo lainnya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPUttRx3nI/AAAAAAAAAHY/K6U9ayC04Xc/s200/n676129005_896272_877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243268272902758002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPU9nmbovI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IKwZ22k8Cdw/s200/n676129005_896273_1296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243268546256675570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPU41BYq1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fSC51iWDmq8/s200/n676129005_896277_685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243268463960042322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awwww vasha oke bangett hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPVMAHv6yI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6igl1OGi6Pg/s200/n676129005_896274_9392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243268793357036322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPVmr3mdzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NjyBFLhf3WA/s200/n676129005_896275_9799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243269251777066802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alekksss!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan inilah hasilnyaa tadaaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPVmvWIdZI/AAAAAAAAAII/tlDoae2dwrs/s200/n676129005_896276_194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243269252710430098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPWRuvC3vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yy52F61BxFk/s200/n676129005_896282_1129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243269991280860914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPWJgE9QJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/497WZxhgICU/s320/n676129005_896281_553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243269849907282066" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPWe83Lx1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/RdTMgR7jojM/s320/n676129005_896279_9410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243270218411394898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vasha with aleks and with all designers :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okeoke selanjutnya vasha dan aleks harus siap2 dan di gerek keluar, kita heboh sendiri gitu teriak2 3ipa1 3 ipa1! sampe diliatin orang-orang hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPXKf4ZmTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-EFFTWnZTrk/s320/n676129005_896283_1713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243270966546110770" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rok vasha super ribet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oke dan sempet-sempetnya di kantin smp yaitu tempat nuggu para kontestan kita bernarsis2 ria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPXjh_P5EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rQ4pp1zDSq4/s320/n676129005_896290_3789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243271396608435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPX7BKT3xI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mkiKxnHvjrA/s320/n676129005_896291_4391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243271800113323794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan fashion show pun dimulai sampe giliran kelas 3 ipa 1 dan tadaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPYpKGomoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4xIEWU_TWVk/s200/n676129005_896292_5179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243272592787806850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPY78FZYDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Dd1lQz_G5mU/s200/n676129005_896293_5605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243272915442032690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPZLp3FVfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DBl5yZa-KFA/s200/n676129005_896294_6048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243273185428067826" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPZeoisJSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4Guw7WxbNzY/s200/n676129005_896297_2605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243273511491609890" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPZyTCTsnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IezZQAHDdNU/s200/n676129005_896298_3232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243273849316029042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yayaya bener2 all out bukan? terakhir tinggal foto2 sama para pejuang dibalik layar deh ;p;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPaJH2YlnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OnZr1HR3Ay4/s320/n676129005_896335_1482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243274241450219122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gw akan sangat2 kangen dengan lomba 17agustusan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-848096714416556391?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SMPR6bBvCOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y6I4u-dq1vQ/s72-c/n676129005_896257_306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-5254070242524344696</id><published>2008-09-03T18:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:05:08.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>auauauau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5kfB8DI4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/VhBjhNxPm20/s1600-h/IMG_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5kfB8DI4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/VhBjhNxPm20/s320/IMG_2738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241737500564857730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;You're a falling star&lt;br /&gt;You're the getaway car&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand&lt;br /&gt;When I go to far&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;On an august day&lt;br /&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5nxoiqP4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OI1_FRNNYro/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5nxoiqP4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OI1_FRNNYro/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241741118699880322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play it coy but it's kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;br /&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line&lt;br /&gt;You're every word&lt;br /&gt;You're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel&lt;br /&gt;You're a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up&lt;br /&gt;When you ring my bell&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery&lt;br /&gt;You're from outer space&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5tUblriyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o4_IngaJx70/s1600-h/IMG_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5tUblriyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o4_IngaJx70/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241747214076447522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe that I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see it through&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;br /&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line&lt;br /&gt;You're every word&lt;br /&gt;You're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so la la la la&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5tpkjgJSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JxNdGFZigG0/s1600-h/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5tpkjgJSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JxNdGFZigG0/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241747577260483874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;br /&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line&lt;br /&gt;You're every word&lt;br /&gt;You're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5uueIkGRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-Z1rQH31DI/s1600-h/IMG_2753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5uueIkGRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-Z1rQH31DI/s320/IMG_2753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241748760947857682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every song&lt;br /&gt;And I sing along&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything - Andrew Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5qe575lQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GG9KkNQ3o4w/s1600-h/IMG_2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SL5qe575lQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GG9KkNQ3o4w/s320/IMG_2743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241744095486514434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-5254070242524344696?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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beberapa saat,&lt;br /&gt;mata akan kupejamkan, dengan sedikit harapan dan doa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga masih ada hari esok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena saat esok,&lt;br /&gt;ku membuka dan kembali mataku melihat pagi,&lt;br /&gt;semua tetap sama,&lt;br /&gt;hanya satu perbedaan,&lt;br /&gt;yang membedakan aku hari ini dan aku besok&lt;br /&gt;aku akan&lt;br /&gt;bertambah tua.&lt;br /&gt;lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-4671828234670130452?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4671828234670130452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=4671828234670130452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4671828234670130452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/4671828234670130452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-tomorrow.html' title='and tomorrow...'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6094298345388155091</id><published>2008-08-17T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:17:28.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>The Way I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;If you were falling, then I would catch you.&lt;br /&gt;You need a light, I'd find a match.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love the way you say good morning.&lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are chilly, here take my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is aching, I'll make it better.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love the way you call me baby.&lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Sew on patches to all you tear.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.&lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6094298345388155091?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6094298345388155091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6094298345388155091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6094298345388155091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6094298345388155091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/way-i-am.html' title='The Way I Am'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-866131823850011504</id><published>2008-08-13T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:48:46.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theresia&apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>a dreamer is not a loser.</title><content type='html'>hello! satu kata yang pengen banget gw kemukakan adalah gw capek dan gw bosan. semua terarah pada satu hal yaitu hidup, jadi lebih baik gw mati haha gak ding semua terarah pada 1 hal yaitu s-e-k-o-l-a-h. sebenernya gw juga udah biasa sih dengan sekolah gw yang super jahat yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memaksa semua muridnya dateng ke sekolah sangat pagi karena jam 6.45 bel udah berdering.&lt;/span&gt; (bilangnya sih jem 6.50 padahal jem tere kecepetan 5 menit gitu)BAYANGKAN! 6.45! sementara di jaman moderen ini banyak banget sekolah yang masuk jem setengah 8 sehingga muridnya bisa leye-leye bangun jem 6.45 sedangkan gw harus sudah berbaris rapih di depan kelas saat mereka baru membuka mata. GRAAAAAA cuma oke gw udah terbiasa juga sih dengan aturan itu, karena mengikuti kata bu frida &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"anak perempuan harus bangun pagi kalo ga rejekinya bakalan di patok ayam"&lt;/span&gt; hahaha kadang2 gw masih ketawa2 aja kalo inget pepatah itu, emangnya ayam ga keselek apa makan rejeki gw? trus kejahatan yang dilakukan sekolah gw lagi adalah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; banyaknya tugas pr dan ulangan padahal masih baru masuk-masuk&lt;/span&gt;. gw  masih inget banget kalo smp mah ntar agustus tengah2 gw baru mulai ulangan, sedangkan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bayangkan ya gw udah ulangan mat, uda ulangan fisika, biologi, kimia. trus bio kimia sama fisika udah masuk bab 2 aja gitu&lt;/span&gt; trus udah mau selesai lagi pula, yang artinya bakal ulangan lagi. MAU GILAA!! dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tugas yang ada aja kayaknya tiap hari, ditambah pr dan segala macam tetekbengeknya&lt;/span&gt; bikin gw merasa sepertinya hidup gw ini sangat kasihan. belom lagi stres mikirin kuliah nanti mau ambil jurusan apa dan dimana,diterima atau ngga trus nanti gw mati dikubur dimana (yang ini boong) trus uan gw gimana nasibnya lulus ga ya aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa rasanya otak gw mau tumpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus apa yang kemudian gw lakukan setelah semua hal itu seperti menghantui gw sepanjang hari? gw lalu tidur. hahahaha pasti ini jawaban yang sangat nggak memuaskan. tapi gatau kenapa gw suka banget tidur. karena tiap gw tidur rasanya perasaan gw tentram dan damai bagai di awang-awang luas, kadang-kadang untuk tidur siang aja gw bisa menghabiskan waktu 5 jem sendiri dari jem 3 sore sampe 8 malem sampe nyokap gw udah nyerah deh bangunin gw kalo lagi tidur trus dia membiarkan anaknya tergeletak tak berdaya kayak babi siap dipanggang. trus pas tidur pasti kita sering mimpi. gw suka banget sama mimpi, walo mimpi gw itu buruk kayak di kejar-kejar dinosaurus ato ketemu anjing banyak banget yang siap memakan gw atopun mimpi bagus yang gw jadi ratu jadi peri jadi apapun yang gw inginkan gw sama-sama suka. kayaknya seru sendiri aja gitu, trus mimpi itu bukan kita yang ngatur, jadi kita kayak punya kehidupan lain sendiri gitu. iya kan iya kan? kadang-kadang gw suka lanjutin2 mimpi gw sendiri gitu ngarang-ngarang sampe ngalur ngidul kagak ada bagus-bagusnya hahaha toloyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey then, ga cuma suka mimpi2 di dalem tidur doang, gw juga suka berkhayal! gw suka mikir-mikirin hal yang ga penting sih sebenernya seperti gimana jadinya kalo gw jadi sundel bolong trus nangkring di atas monas? ya gak lah ya! waktu kecil gw pernah mimpi-mimpi nanti gw sma gimana ya gw bisa tinggi ga yah? ato nanti muka gw gimana yah? ntar gede gw kawin sama siapa ya? ganteng ga ya? mau punya anak berapa ya? dikasi nama siapa ya? pokoknya sejuta hal ga penting lainnya. kadang gw suka berpura2 udah gede trus ngomong2 sendiri, pokoknya waktu gw kecil itu gw mendekati autis deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kadang-kadang gak semua mimpi itu sia-sia kok&lt;/span&gt;, semua bisa aja terwujud kalo kita mau berusaha mewujudkannya. misalnya nih ya, 1 mimpi gw baru terwujudkan. dulu pas smp 3an gw pengen banget bikin agenda sendiri, gw sampe beli buku2 notes gitu buat gw corat-coret tapi namanya gw super pemales ya hasilnya nihil. trus pas jaman sma1 gw sempet bikin kalender2 perbulan gitu, kayaknya menurut gw lucu aja gitu gw demen bikin gitu-gituan, sampe akhirnya pas gw kelas 2 sma masuk-masuk semester 2, samantha bilang ke gw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh nanti taun depan angkatan kita loh yang buat agenda, pikirin dong vy mau kayak apa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gw tiba-tiba jadi punya kerjaan deh tiap jem pkn. kebetulan gw duduk sama bella, dia juga suka merancang-rancang sesuatu, akhirnya kita jadi sering ngomongin agenda taun depan mau kayak apa sih? awalnya kita cuma sok-sok keren aja tapa punya ide, kita bilang kalo nanti agendanya harus punya konsep, karena agenda tere sebelom-sebelomnya kurang bagus karena ga punya konsep dan designnya asal. then, kita juga mikir nanti harus 'berisi' jadi ga cuma tanggal dan notes doang, ada gamesnya, ada artikelnya ada macem-macem deh b iar ga bosen. trus trus di hari-hari kemudian kita juga mikir, kita mau bikin agenda yang terus dipake orang, biasanya kendala orang males pake agenda itu karena berat, jadi kita mau mempertipis halamannya ya setelah kita mikir daripada bikin kotan2 perhari yang ga meaning, kita bikin aja nanti ada jadwal ulangan sama jadwal tugasnya sama kalender perbula trus notes beberapa lebar deh. cuma sampe semua itu kita rancang, kita belom dapet konsep sama sekali. itu baru ngomong-ngomong doang, kan baru deh suatu hari gw lagi kie gramed mau beli bolpen, trus tiba-tiba gw ngeliat 1 buku yang isinya tentang kalimat-kalimat dialog di movie2 gitu trus gw beli bukunya, ternyata di dalemnya banyak kalimat2 yang bagus dan dalem banget. trus gwbilang deh ke bella &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bel gimana kalo agendanya nanti konsepnya movie?"&lt;/span&gt; trus kita ngomong-ngomongin lagi mau kayak gimana. perlu diingat,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; semua yang kita omongin itu hanya sebuah angan-angan dan blom tentu ada, semua cuma ide semata yang ga tau sebenernya bisa diwujudin atau enggak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya pas bulan april akhiran terjadilah rapat pertama, yang mimpin camen (michelle-red) sama samantha, cuma ya namanya baru rapat pertama, semua masih serba kacau. akhirnya belom ada konsep pasti, kita baru mau nentuin modelnya kayak apa ya cuma agenda dengan ring biasa gitu doang biar bisa di bawa kemana-mana trus jumlah halamannya berapa, di situ&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ide gw dan bella udah mulai kepake&lt;/span&gt;,yaitu untuk menjadikan ngao sebagai cover ga ding gila apa kalo dia jadi cover bisa diinjek2 semua murid tere kali tuh agenda haha ide itu loohh ide yang kayak jadwal ulangan jadwal tugas itu lohh sama artikel sama games juga. trus trus kita juga nentuin struktur panitianya. gw jadi designernya ber-4 sama marsha berto vania. then, rapat pun selesai. minggu depan baru deh mulai rapat ke dua, di rapat kali ini baru pada mikirin konsepnya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dan senengnya konsep yang udah gw buat kembali dipake&lt;/span&gt;. jadi konsepnya itu movie, setiap bulan nantinya akan ada film2 yang berbeda yang jadi tema design untuk bulan itu, terus kita sebagai murid selama setahun jadi seorang script writer untuk diri kita sendiri. udah deh gitu doang. pokoknya rapat-rapat kita emang ga pernah meaning. bahkan rapat lengkap terakhir kali itu aja cuma di lorong kelas buat nentuin tema movie per bulannya, tema2nya itu diambil berdasarkan apa ayang ada di bulan itu misalnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;januari : starwars (entah kenapa) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;februari : ps i love you (karena valentine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maret : 50 first date (karena white day mungkin?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;april : the simpsons (karena gampang di design, awalnya lil miss sunshine tapi)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei : empire of the sun (oh gw juga lupa ini kenapa)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juni : catatan akhir sekolah (karena mau naik2an kelas)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juli : high school musical (karena baru masuk sekolah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agustus : soe hok gie (karena 17 agustus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;september : maulin rouge (tadinya sister x buat mempringati bksn, tapi diganti sama yang design)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oktober : gw lupa judul filmnya pokoknya yang horo2 gtu deh gara2 halloween&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november : superman (karena hari pahlawan! haahah)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desember : santa claus of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw dapet bagian design bulan agustus, februari sama juni. okeoke cukup menarik, TAPI UNTUK MENDAPATKAN IDE SANGAT SUSAH! GW SAMPE TERJUN BEBAS (tapi terjun ke ranjang nyehehe) yaya akhirnya yang jadi awal-awal itu cuma design2 cover perbulannya, bahkan itu udah bulan juni. pokoknya udah selesai ulangan umum gitu deh. trus tiba-tiba pas lagi classmeeting diadakan trapat mendadak antara gw samantha michelle, ternyata kita baru inget yang di design bukan cuma itu melainkan ada cover depan belakang sama yang lain-lain pokoknya masih ada 17 halaman lagi yang masih ga tau mau di design sama siapa. oke akhirnya gw membagi tugas rata,ada 4 designer, tapi 17:4 sama dengan 4,25 kan ga mungkin kan ya mendesign seperempat halaman, jadinya yang lain ambil 4 sedangkan gw sok jagoan dengan ambil 5 sendiri. gw dapet design cover depan belakang sama kalender 0809 sama fasilitas tere yang butut dan busuk (makanya gw design kayak jadul2 gitu nyehehe) sama nama panitia sama nama pemiliknya. PADAHAL YA DESIGN2 GW MASIH KETETERAN! gw merasa sangat sok jagoan. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus-trus liburan di mulai, entah kenapa liburan gw selalu ajaaaa gitu mau kemana gitu pasti tiap hari pergi gak ada waktu kosong buat nyelesein tuh agenda padahal gw masih ngutang kira-kira 25halamanan gitu dan tiba-tiba aja gak berasa udah tanggal 1 juli OHTIDAK! akhirnya karena deadlinenya tanggal 7 juli sedangkan tanggal 4 56 gw mau pergi ke anyer dan masih sangat banyak hutang halaman akhirnya tanggal 2-3 gw seharian bersemedi di rumah untuk membuat tuh agenda, cuma ya namanya gw sambil makan maen tidur chatting (sampe michelle ngomel2 ke cowo gw suru jangan ajak gw chat! :D:D:D) nyehehe tetep aje kagak selesai. udah gitu tanggal 7 belom selesai juga jadi gw dengan tidak tahu diri kasi yang ada aja trus gw bikin-bikin lagi. perlu diketahui bikinnya itu susah! susah bgt bahkan! untuk mengumpulkan ide dan menuangkannya itu susaahhh! trus trus akhirnya waktu berjalan jalan tterus bahakan sampai berlari dikejar deadline! walau gw masih gatau diri sempet2in diri ke dufan sama pms, akhirnya pas masuk sekolah tanggal 14 semua udah beres. tapi ternyata yang kita semua kumpulin itu baru jpg, sedangkan yang dibutuhkan percetakan adalah format psd! shit! akhirnya psd yang besar-besar itu ada yang dikirim lewat usb ada yang lewat email ada yang lewat rapidshare, dan perlu diketahui upload dan downloadnya itu ber tahun-tahun ya (ber jam-jam maksudnya) dan akhirnya semuanya jadi bener2 utuh siap dikasih ke percetakan tanggal 25 juli. tapi tapi tapi tadaaa! GW SALAH KASIH DESIGN AGUSTUS, yang gw kasih kagak ada nama bulannya akhirnya design itu menyusul dengan surat kontrak. fiuh perjalanan yang berat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SKK7td1W4hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FScbXQ9lT5w/s1600-h/agenda+gabung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SKK7td1W4hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FScbXQ9lT5w/s400/agenda+gabung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233952106734871058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ini nih yang gw design nyehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; terus terus setelah menunggu 2 mingguan hoplaa! tanggal 4 agustus, datanglah si agenda. gw sama michelle sampe lari-lari dari jauh pas liat tuh kardus agenda di depan lab kimia HAHAHA norak sih, tapi gapapa deh senengggg! walo banyak salah2 cetak sama salah2 warna dari percetakannya tapi tetep aja seneng! mau tau ga kenapa kenapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARENA GURU2 MUJI INI AGENDA TERBAGUS DI TERE yihaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perjuangan kita para panitia pembuat agenda ternyata ga sia-sia. khususnya michelle yang dengan rajin sms-in gwdan panitia lain suru cepet kasih design artikel games dll. tanpa dia, gw yang super males ini ga bakal kerja hehehe seneng yaa cammm! nyenyenyee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okee tiap liat agenda ini gw berasa mimpi gw jadi kenyataan. dari situ gw berfikir kalo ternyata seorang pemimpi itu gak sia-sia, asal kita bisa ngejalanin mimpi itu di dalam hidup kita. dulu gw pernah takut bermimpi, sekarang udah enggak lagi dong. mimpi yang lagi bener bener pengeeenn banget gw penuhin adalah belajar dengan baik di tahun terakhir gw di sma trus diterima di design grafis lasalle atau NAFA singapur jadi dosennya ngga ding jadi mahasiswanya lah yee. gw bener-bener mau masuk kesitu dari masih 1 SMA! yayayaa semoga berhasil ivy! (harap harap cemas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;btw, akhir akhir ini gw berfikir, kalo gw pengen masuk design kenapa gw masuk ipa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-866131823850011504?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/866131823850011504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=866131823850011504&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/866131823850011504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/866131823850011504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreamer-is-not-loser.html' title='a dreamer is not a loser.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SKK7td1W4hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FScbXQ9lT5w/s72-c/agenda+gabung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-3460935249467137920</id><published>2008-07-17T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:05:28.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>mutiara-mutiara-setan</title><content type='html'>ini baru hari ke-4 gw masuk sekolah lagi dan di kelas baru. tapi GW UDAH MASUK BUKU PELANGGARAN. OOHHHHH gila banget. kayaknya setan-setan di 2IPA1 masih nemplok di punggung gw dan terus menghantui gw kesana kemari deh. bayangkan baru gw terdengar sebagai anak baik sekarang gw udah masuk buku pelanggaran lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngapain lo vy? GW ABIS NGEBOTAKIN RAMBUTNYA NGAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngga ding. kalo gw ngebotakin rambutnya dia mah bukan cuma masuk  buku pelanggaran tapi masuk headline kompas sekalian deh gw dituntut abis-abisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gw masuk buku pelanggaran cuma gara-gara telat masuk jem pelajaran&lt;/span&gt; --"""" sumpah ini pelanggaran yang paling ga penting banget. perasaan waktu gw kelas 2 udah sangat amat sering telat pelajaran dan mentok-mentok yang terburuk  cuma minta surat sama guru piket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, hari ini gw ada pelajaran or, dan oke bangetnya gw ketemu makhluk halus pas pelajaran or. dia menghantui gw sampe gw bunuh diri trus masuk rumah sakit tapi bohong. heleh heleh. jadi tadi karena pelajaran or, anak anak kelas gw jadi punya bahan gosip yang heboh dan seru. oke, sebelomnya perkenalkan dulu beberapa teman-teman kelas gw yang bener-bener DASYHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-2IPA1 (jelas gw seneng bgt sekelas lagi sama mereka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dephi :&lt;/span&gt; dephi ini AUTIS. oh sangat autis tepatnya. dari kelas 2 dia udah sering melakukan hal-hal aneh trus kita suka GOSIP. kita sama-sama PMS dan paling sering ngerencanain pergi kemanaa gitu tapi ujung-ujungnya nihil. nyenyenye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;della tosin (detos) :&lt;/span&gt; OH DETOS INI ORANG PALING GILA. haahahhaa sekelas sama dia sepanjang kelas 2 udah cukup membuat perut gw sakit, tapi kini kita bertemu lagi setaun.  detos paling semangat kalo denger gosip aneh2 trus paling seneng memperagakan ulang dgn gaya super yahud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katharine :&lt;/span&gt; sebenernya kath bukan anak 3IPA1 nih! dasar lo kath nyasar aje! haha tapi akhirnya dia pindah kelas dan tentu bu frida akan sangat menyesal memindahkan dia ke sarang penyamun (baca : tukang gosip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cella : &lt;/span&gt;oh cella uda sering bgt gw sebutkan di blog. yah secara setaun gw sekelompok biologi sama dia dan samantha tentunya. dan akir2 ini kita lagi heboh bgt GOSIP hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alex :&lt;/span&gt; ini adalah manusia TERLEBAY se-TERE. pertanyaan pertama gw kepada Tuhan ialah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH TUHAN APA GAK CUKUP GW SELAMA 1 SEMESTER TERAKHIR DUDUK DI SEBELAH ALEKS (bukan sebangku, tapi sebelah-red) DAN DI ISENGIN SEPANJANG HARI?&lt;/span&gt; tapi berlebay sama aleks ini paling seru karena aleks lebaynya POL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-2IPA2 (mereka ratu gosip ipa2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alyne &lt;/span&gt;: YES! gw sekelas sama alyne. udah 2 taun gw paling pendek di kelas, dan sekarang alyne menggeser posisi gw NYEHEHE. alyne ini bawel dan sangat hiperaktif. tapi kalo ngobrol sama dia gak akan pernah selesai deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeci :&lt;/span&gt; jeci ini sumber gosipnya anak-anak orkes! dari kelas 2 gw sering denger2 gosip dari dia hahaha lengkap sudah bigos kelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michelle &lt;/span&gt;: oke, gw ga dapet samantha gw sekelas sama kembarannya si misyel hahaha. camen ini diem2 menghanyutkan. jangan pernah teripu dengan mukanya yang terlihat pendiem. aslinya dia BIGOS hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tephie :&lt;/span&gt; tephie ini temen MD gw. paling banyak gosip tentang anak-anak luar, ceritanya ga ernah abis! uda gitu kalo ketawa kenceng bgt bikin hal ga lucu terdengar lucu. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vasha :&lt;/span&gt; vasha ini pernah sekelas gw waktu kelas 1. ini sih dari luar keliatan diem-diem baik ayu, tapi kalo udah gosip seru sendiri hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke. mereka dasyhat. bu frida akan sangat menyesal mempertemukan kami di dalam satu kelas. hahaha. gila heboh banget deh kalo tukang gosip 2ipa1 dan 2ipa2 digabungin. apa yang terjadi ? KEBAKARAN! ya ga lah yeee. kita bener-bener asik bergosip. then, kita membentuk lingkaran di bawah mading lalu melakukan pemanasan. aduh aduh cukup. jadi setelah selesai or trus kita duduk dan bergosip. tidak sadar ternyata sekeliling kita tinggal anak smp trus kita baru heboh sendiri lari ke atas karena abis ini kita jemnya si nenek lampir margie. as kita naik ke kelas ternyata udah pada kosong, karena ini jem lab inggris dan ternyata udah pada ke lab. lari-lari-kenceng bgt sampe lab, ternyata udah pada duduk manis di dalem. OH TIDAK. pas kita masuk, margie marah heboh begonya kita menjawab seperti anak polos dan baik hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;margie : dari mana kalian?&lt;br /&gt;ivy : makan bu.&lt;br /&gt;margie : emang kalian gak denger bel?&lt;br /&gt;alyne : nggak bu&lt;br /&gt;margie : ga denger? nanti ibu suru makan terus kamu kalo berani bilang ga denger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan dia mengoceh sampe ujung-ujungnya suru kita nyari wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduh bener-bener deh. kita kemudian nyari bu ira, ternyata dia di x2. pas sebelomnya kita  ngelewatin ruang piket dulu.  trus ketemu lah sama bu maria, dia bilang yang ngadep bu ira 2 orang aja akirnya cuma vasha sama alex, sisanya bercanda-bercanda di depan ruang piket tanpa dengan rasa bersalah sama sekali yaoloo --"" trus kita meramalkan kalo kita ber11 bakalan kayak gw dan pms pas kelas 2 yang jadi biang kerok dan setan-setan kelas. yaialah ya secara setan2 ipa digabung gitu hahaha. trus ga lama vasha sama alex dateng katanya bu ira ga marah-marah cuma ngomong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ih kalian sih makanya jangan di jem bu margie. dia kan rese!" &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA gokil banget nih guru!Ga lama kemudian kita dikasih surat sama guru piket trus abis itu kita ber-11 naik deh ke atas, kembali melewati lorong lt 3 trus ke lab inggris. masuk ke dalem si margie ngomel2, katanya dia ga terima kalo kita cuma digituin dan maksa kita buat nulis di buku pelanggaran. akhirnya setelah kita berjanji nanti pulang sekolah kita akan mendata nama kita di buku pelanggaran, margie ngoceh2 bentar abis itu kita boleh duduk. tapi ternyata waktu jem plajaran tinggal 15menitan. ASIK KAAANN! yihaa. gw jadi inget pas kelas 2 anak kelas gw sering bgt telat2in pelajaran albert (PKN) biar kita sengaja dikeluarin trus ga belajar. trus jaman2nya tere cup yang gw sama samantha selalu telat masuk ke kelas. trus tiap jem pa nugroho (seni) ato mandarin gw samantha ity emil bella selalu telat hampir setengah jem-an ato ke uks.  UUUH KANGEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus pelajaran berikutnya mat. itu berjalan normal. pas mandarin, keautisan kita ga bisa dibendung lagi. dettos deh yang lagi2 punya ide nyari nama dan dasar otak dia emang gila dia pasti milih nama aneh2 tiba2 dia neriakin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"MUTIARA AJA NTAR LAMBANGNYA NAGA PEGANG MUTIARA"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA GELI LO TOS! uda gitu gw iseng nanya si laushe baru &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SHE MUTIARA MANDARINNYA APA"&lt;/span&gt; trus dia tulisin di papan gitu mandarinnya Zheng Zhu HAHAHA. tephie udah marah-marah kagak mau pake bahasa mandarin2 detos makin jadi. dan tiba tiba tebentuklah shi yi zheng zhu ba. HAHAHA geli geli. kayaknya di kelas 3 ini kelas gw bakal jadi kelas bandel lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gimana pun gw tetep kangen SAMANTHA BELLA ITY ELWIN EMIL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-3460935249467137920?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/3460935249467137920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=3460935249467137920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3460935249467137920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/3460935249467137920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/mutiara-mutiara-setan.html' title='mutiara-mutiara-setan'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7390847572816180083</id><published>2008-07-14T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:09:30.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>oh new day.</title><content type='html'>halo halo ini tanggal 14 july looohh artinya liburan SUDAH BERAKHIR! ya ya ya gw agak keki berat yah kemaren itu kalo misalnya ada anak-anak yang belom sekolah nanya-nanya dan cengin gw misalnya&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "vy besok sekolah ya?" "vy besok kemana?" "vy besok udah ga libur ya?" "vy besok tanggal berapa?"&lt;/span&gt; AAAAAAA gw sangat sensitif dengan pertanyaan2 itu. karenaaa, itu akan mengingatkan gw kalo hari-hari liburan yang menyenangkan akan berakhir.  trus mulai lagi deh sekolah, mulai ada pr tugas  ulangan yang kayaknya ga cuma nyiksa fisik, tapi juga batin. tapi , dibalik itu ada senengnya juga sih gw udah kangeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnn sama temen2 apalagi PMS! gw kangen suasana kelas apalagi 2ipa1. trus gw kangen pake seragam, kangen jajan di kantin, kangen duduk2 sok nyantai di bangku ijo, kangen sama makaroni kantin, kangen bu dani (tapi bohong), ya ya pokoknya gw kangen tere! cuma, 1 yang sangat-amat-tidak gw kangenin yaitu bangun pagi. aduh badan gw berasa suka sok encok bangun pagi jadi berasa udah berumur kepala 8 deh. tapi oke, gw tetep harus sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi-pagi begitu same tere, hemmm suasana berubah, kebetulan gw dateng pagi banget gitu di sekolah masih seppiiii banget. gw sok-sok liat papan pengumuman aja dulu liat daftar kelas, padahal as sabtu kemaren juga gw udah liat. trus gw naek, ke lantai 3 GILA LANTAI 3! 2 tahun berturut2 gw kalo misalnya naik tangga cuma 1 kali abis itu lgsg belok kiri, sampe ujung deh. tapi mulai taun ini, begitu naek tangga, gw akan naik 1 tangga lagi. kayaknya kesannya beda aja gitu. oke gw menuju kelas gw yang baru 3IPA1. pas naek ke lt 3 masih kosong gitu blom pada dateng, dan dengan bangga gw menceritakan kalo gw orang pertama yang nyampe di kelas. gimana ya rasanya kayak seakan-akan gw berasa jadi renata aja gitu yang datengnya pagi NYEHEHEHE. oke, abis taro tas gw mau nyariin ity karena biasanya kan dia tuh yang dateng pagi-pagi, tapi begitu gw ke kelasnya dia suasananya suram, trus ternyata itynya juga gak ada. tepatnya belom dateng. trus gw balik lah ke kelas gw kebetulan gw ketemu kath, yaa ngobrol2 bentar tiba2 ity lewat abis itu dia keluarin sekardus BENG-BENG. YAAMPUN ITY MASIH INGET PMS GW JADI TERHARU.  kemudian gw nangis2 terus peluk2an sama ity kayak di telenovela2 haha gak lah ye.trus ity nitipin beng2nya ke gw SEKOTAK BAYANGKAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini itu hari pertama taun ajaran baru, pasti banget di tere ada upacara bendera, karena di tere upacara cuma 3x :  masuk sekolah, 17agustus, 1 lagi suka tiba2 gitu hahahha gw tau kenapoa cuma 3x, karena suster pasti males uacara iya kan iya kann ?haha. oke. gw unya 3 topi, tapi kemaren malem gw cari 3 3 nya lenyap. lenyap entah kemana, gw tau ga mungkin sih dimakan tikus, diambil cicak ato dilahap rayap. tapi beneran deh, mereka lenyap. oke akhirnya gw pinjem topi sama jeli, tapi jeli kok ga dateng2 ya ? GRAAAA. akhirnya di detik2 terakhir jeli pun dateng dan kita lgsg lari ke lapangan. oke. upacara upacara, untung gw baris ditengah(biasanya kan paling depan) pas sebelah gw samantha (OH SAMANTHA AKU KANGEN!) jadi kita curi-curi ngobrol deh. gw udah males banget ya dengerin si ngao ngoceh2 geje, trus trus tiap taun itu asti nambah peraturan aneh, taun ini peraturan anehnya ialah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiap hari senen pagi akan nyanyi lagu kebangsaan di depan kelas.&lt;/span&gt; oke. lama2 gw merasa makin mirip anak TK. tik tok tik tok, waktu terus berjalan, akhirnya upacara selesai. cuma tiba2 si ngao naek panggung lagi, eh bukan panggung apa sih tuh namanya pokoknya kayak panggung mini itu deh, nah nah terus dia suru kita ulang janji siswa katanya kurang lantang. gw ngerasa dia lucu aja gitu soalnya dia teriak2 gitu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ayo katakan dengan nyaring! dengan suara tinggi"&lt;/span&gt; nah abis itu dia mau nyuru kita ulang pancasila, abis itu dia yang diktein jadi gini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PANCASILA.&lt;br /&gt;1. KeTuhanan yang Maha Esa&lt;br /&gt;2. Kemanusiaan yang adil dan beradab&lt;br /&gt;3. Persatuan Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;DAN SETERUSNYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA gw langsung ngakak gitu ketauan deh cus lu gak apal kan bweeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeoke. akhirnya istirahat bentar abis itu para wk masuk kelas. wk gw bu ira. gw itu sering kena masalah sama dia, waktu kelas 1 gw pernah berantem gitu sama dia di kelas, dia kan guru inggris kan tuh, trus pass gw berantem gw cuma liatin dia dan dia sangka gw mlototin dia plis deh lo ga pernah liat orang belo ye bu ? trus trus yang parah itu pas kelas 2 kemaren pas ulangan blok semester 1 gw kayak kasih contekan gitu ke anak kelas 1 trus ketauan sama dia --"""""""""" udah mati deh gw sih pasrah dia mau sensi sama gw gimana gw udah pasrah batin gw udah siap sedia. eh ternyata tau-taunya pas masuk kelas dia bae gitu sama anak2nya termasuk gw dong haha trus kita ketawa2 oke deh awal yang cukup bagus. trus abis itu istirahat, nah istirahat ini digunakan untuk ngambil buku, cuma ternyata dengan begonya gw lupa bawa kertas yang buat ambil buku graaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jem ke dua gw pelajaran biologi. waktu kelas 1 sih gw bio sama bu dani rasanya surga, secara dia baik sama gw dan nilai gw ga pernah di bawah 7 sama dia, udah gitu dia ga pernah ngajar kerjaannya suru kita presentasi. nah di kelas 3 ini guru gw itu bu maria. gw inget banget pas kelas 1 bio gw jelek terus sama die, ya dikarenakan gw males belajar. kelas  sama dia lagi, ternyata bener-bener menyiksa. eh gak juga sih ya sebenernya, cuma gimanaa gitu dia kayak agak-agak rese gitu udah gitu dia udah kasih tugas buat ngeringkas. dan hebohnya BESOK DIA MAU ADAIN KUIS BIOLOGI. AH SINTING! gw keki berat berat berat. apa apaan tuh gw bahkan kan belom ambil buku!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya ya hari pertama ini cukup menyenangkan karena kelas gw tergabung dari anak2 yang juga menyenangkan (minus samantha huhuhu).  semoga setahun terakhir di sma bisa semenyenangkan kelas 2. uh pengen bangeett!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7390847572816180083?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7390847572816180083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7390847572816180083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7390847572816180083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7390847572816180083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-new-day.html' title='oh new day.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1590815969227570723</id><published>2008-07-08T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:24:21.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>awal dan akhir</title><content type='html'>Aku berjalan terus maju ke depan,lalu tiba-tiba aku bertemu sebuah papan bertuliskan "awal" sedikit ku bertanya dalam hati tanpa ada yang menjawab, tapi kemudian dengan rasa penasaran kumasuki jalan berpapan awal tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus ku berjalan dengan pemandangan yang baru, ada bunga ada matahari ada awan ada juga kupu-kupu, namun ada juga kerikil yang menyandung kakiku yang terkadang membuatku terjatuh. jatuh itu sakit. tapi menurutku ini seru, sampai tiba-tiba aku kaget ketika melihat suatu papan lagi tulisannya "akhir" apa artinya ya? ku coba lewati lagi. ternyata papan itu adalah pembatas akhir petualangan yang aku alami kemaren-kemaren. AH. kenapa harus berakhir? aku sudah cukup senang dengan keadaan itu. dengan sedikit merengut, aku terus berjalan maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku jalan lagi sampai bertemu suatu gerbang, gerbang ini kembali bertuliskan "awal" aku pikir ini adalah gerbang yang sama seperti papan tadi, jadi tanpa ragu kumasuki gerbang ini, ternyata semua tidak seperti yang aku duga, tidak ada awan, tidak ada matahari, juga tidak ada bunga. Sedikit kecewa, tapi ternyata di sini ada banyak mainan. hanya terkadang aku terpelanting dan terjatuh dari mainan tersebut. ADUH SAKIT. tapi permainan ini seru! maka aku terus bermain sambil terus berjalan. tanpa sadar, aku kembali menemukan gerbang bertulisan akhir. mengingat kemaren aku masuk ke gerbang akhir dan semua hal indah selesai, aku tidak mau masuk ke gerbang akhir lagi! lalu aku menoleh ke belakang ingin bermain-main, namun ternyata semua mainan sudah tutup. kutunggu-kutunggu-kutunggu, tetap tidak ada yang buka dan sepertinya memang tidak akan terbuka lagi. jadi yang bisa kulakukan hanyalah melangkah dan keluar melalui gerbang akhir. sedih dan tak rela, itu yang aku rasakan. tapi yasudahlah di depan masih ada jalanan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maju dan kembali maju, aku maju ke depan dengan kesal, dengan amarah, dengan dengki. kenapa harus selalu ada gerbang akhir? Sampai aku tiba-tiba menemukan suatu gapura yang terbuat dari awan dan lagi-lagi bertuliskan "awal" dalam hati ku bertanya "haruskah aku masuk ke dalam pintu awal ini lagi? aku tidak mau kalau harus keluar di pintu akhir." namun tidak ada pilihan lain, maka dengan ragu aku masuk ke dalamnya. kali ini tidak ada pemandangan bagus, tidak ada mainan. tapi di dalam terdapat banyak pohon berbuah persik. konon, buah ini hanya di makan oleh para dewa juga terdapat beberapa kurcaci, ternyata ini adahal negeri khayalan. aku tidak melakukan apa-apa kecuali terus berjalan, tapi aku senang melihat kehidupan mereka yang penuh bahagia, seakan hatiku juga tenang. Sampai tiba-tiba kembali ku menemukan gapura dari awan bertuliskan "akhir"&lt;br /&gt;AKHIR? LAGI?  aku mulai marah lalu berteriak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey akhir! kenapa kau selalu muncul di depanku? Kenapa kau selalu merusak semua kesenangan yang aku miliki? Kenapa kau merusak semua petualanganku? Pernahkah kau berfikir untuk enyah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada jawaban. memang tidak akan mungkin pikirku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu aku duduk dan menangis, karena aku sudah capek berjalan dan tidak mau keluar dari negeri khayalan ini, sampai tiba-tiba ada suatu suara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hei manusia, perkenalkanlah kami memperkenalkan diri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku si awal, yang selalu kau temui di depan petualanganmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku yang memulai segalanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi aku tidak mau sendirian, karena aku kesepian dan aku butuh teman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jadi perkenalkan juga temanku."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian ada suara lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Halo akulah si akhir, dan akulah yang kau benci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku yang selalu kau tatap sinis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku yang selalu kau umpat dan kau gertak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karena aku yang selalu menyelesaikan segalanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semua dari petualanganmu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tersentak tak mampu berkata sampai kemudian si akhir melanjutkan perkataannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kamu boleh membenciku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namun aku tidak akan berhenti untuk terus muncul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akulah si akhir, dan aku akan terus menemani awal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karena awal juga selalu menemaniku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bahkan di dunia lain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mulai tidak mengerti maksud kalimat si akhir, namun kutunggu beberapa lama ternyata tidak ada suara lagi. terus ku berfikir sampai kutemukan diriku yang berada di sisi lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kali ini aku berada di dunia penuh penderitaan, dimana gerbang awal bagai pintu neraka yang kalau dimasuki dalamnya penuh api panas dan amarah. ternyata aku yang berada di dunia ini, terus menantikan gerbang akhir. di sini aku selalu ingin keluar, dan aku selalu menatap sinis pada gerbang awal.&lt;br /&gt;walau begitu, aku tetap kembali bertemu dengan gerbang awal setelah aku keluar dari gerbang akhir, dan yang aku lakukan adalah terus menunggu dan berlalri mencari gebang akhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seketika aku terhentak, aku terbangun dari mimpiku.&lt;br /&gt;aku berfikir dan aku sadar,&lt;br /&gt;ternyata selalu ada awal dan akhir.&lt;br /&gt;mereka bagai kembar yang tidak dapat kita pisahkan&lt;br /&gt;bila kita menemui awal, pasti kita akan menemui akhir.&lt;br /&gt;awal dan akhir hanyalah sebuah pembatas,&lt;br /&gt;di dalamnya terdapat pengalaman dan petualangan baru.&lt;br /&gt;baik itu menyenangkan atau menyedihkan.&lt;br /&gt;kadang kita membenci awal, kadang kita membenci akhir.&lt;br /&gt;namun percayalah,&lt;br /&gt;setiap kita melewati awal, pasti kita akan bertemu akhir&lt;br /&gt;dan setiap kita menemui akhir, di depan kita masih ada awal yang menunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian aku bangun dan menatap gapura awan bertulisan akhir di depanku, lalu tanpa ragu, aku melewatinya karena aku tidak sabar untuk menemui gerbang awal yang baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hanya sebuah dongeng bodoh yang terus menghantui kepala seorang ivy minta untuk ditulis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;especially for : initial b, initial m, initial c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1590815969227570723?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1590815969227570723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1590815969227570723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1590815969227570723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1590815969227570723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/awal-dan-akhir.html' title='awal dan akhir'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-7054657360186746266</id><published>2008-07-07T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:41:06.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>PMS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHIaIu0wV_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q1kVUbGQESA/s1600-h/pms+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHIaIu0wV_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q1kVUbGQESA/s320/pms+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220263655386404850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;kata PMS udah gak asing lagi gw sebut, di fs facebook blog msn ato apapun pasti seriinggg bgt gw sebut PMS! dan banyak juga yang sering bertanya2 sama gw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"vy, pms apaan sih?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;hmmmm PMS ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Apa yang pertama kali keluar dipikiran seseorang pas denger kata2 ini,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PMS = Premenstrual syndrome ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PMS = Penyakit Menular Seksual ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hahahahaha salah bangett! Gila bukan itu kali&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oke, PMS itu adalah Pelajar Makan Snack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jadi gini ceritanya, di kelas 2ipa1 gw mengenal teman teman yang SPEKTAKULER. Hoho lebay, abis gw nga tau lagi apa kata-kata yang bisa gw pake untuk menggambarkan mereka. Mereka itu kayak punya kekuatan gaib hohoho pokoknya kalo berada di deket mereka emang bawaannya seneeeeeennggggg terus udah gitu kenyang pula hahahha kenapa bisa begitu ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Jadi awalnya dimula ketika salah satu temen gw si ity sering bawa beng-beng ke sekolah, udah gitu dengan hati mulianya suatu hari dia bawa sekotak beng beng trus dibagiin ke kitakita (yang minta) hahhaa trus trus saking seringnya bawa, pertama tuh yang gw inget detos (della tosin) tiba2 teriak di kelas (udah agak lama jadi maklum ingatan gw memendek) “Eh kita bikin itu yuk (aduh gw lupa kata2nya) blablablablablabla namanya PMS Pelajar Makan Snack” intinya kayak gitu deh kira kira soalnya udah lama juga sih sebenernya. Lalu lalu kemudian terbentuklah PMS yang terdiri dari 12 orang anggota, jadi dari 12 orang ini masing masing bakalan bawa makanan berupa snack sekali dalam seminggu buat yang lain. Karena 1 minggu ari sekolahnya ada 6 hari, jadilah 1 hari ada 2 orang yang bawa. Kalkulasi yang tepat bukan ? Oh jelas. IPA. Hahaha gw mulai belagu. Oke oke, ke 12 orang itu adalah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Chrstyanty Pramarsita (ity)jadi presidennya PMS ity paling setia bawa makanan pokoknya diabawa makanan terus deh sampe kita bener2 kenang haha,Elwin Yunior (Elwin) jadi wakilnya trus&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Emiliana (Emil) jadi sekretaris. Samantha Tedjosugondo (pantat) jadi bendaharanya, Florensha Ivyana (gw) jadi humas trus trus trus anggotanya Alex, Bran, Bella, Detos, Devi, Berto, Kathrine. &lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Terus trus trus kita lupa lagi sama 1 anggota yaitu MARSHA! Oohh berattikita harus jadi 13 oranggg nah lohh yaudah marsha tugasnya bawa di hari kamis bawa minma. Kan kamis OR tuh. Trus trus diadakan pembagian harikebetulan otak gw lemah jadi gw kurang mampu mengingat siapa aja bawanya hari apa aja bahkan gw sendiri juga lupa gw bawa hari apa kayaknya liburan udah nyerep otak gw deh. Yang gw inget gw bawanya bareng detos OH OH gw inget kayaknya sih kayaknyaa loooohh gw bawa hari rabu! &lt;/span&gt;Eh apa selasa ya? Apa kamis? AAAAAHHH LUPA! Hahhaa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yayaya begitulah setaun di IPA1 begitu&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;menyenangkan, selalu senang dan kenyang. &lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Gak hanya temen makan, mereka juga menjadi teman terbaik sepanjang tahun. Sangat sangat sangat menyenangkan! Kalo kita lagi bareng semua kegilaan bisa keluar. Duh duh gw gak tau lagi deh kalimat apa lagi yang bias gw gambarkan buat mereka pokoknya bagi gw mereka bener-bener membuat 1 tahun pertama gw di ipa sangat MENYENANGKAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHIcjhAU0bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ew0wUio2Y3c/s1600-h/050320081391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHIcjhAU0bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ew0wUio2Y3c/s400/050320081391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220266314556559794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-7054657360186746266?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/7054657360186746266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=7054657360186746266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7054657360186746266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/7054657360186746266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/pms.html' title='PMS.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHIaIu0wV_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q1kVUbGQESA/s72-c/pms+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-6243415706257762995</id><published>2008-07-07T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:49:04.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohbadday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>udang rebus</title><content type='html'>halo halo selamat pagi kulit gw berasa bener2 sakit perih banget nih 3 hari di anyer maen dipantai sekarang kulit gw GOSONG bener2 merah kebakar udah kayak udang rebus dan naasnya perih! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa udah gitu sebentar lagi gw harus ke sekolah mau ektemu orang percetakan gila rasanya pengen ngelepas nih kulit deh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-6243415706257762995?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6243415706257762995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=6243415706257762995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6243415706257762995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/6243415706257762995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/udang-rebus.html' title='udang rebus'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-952627507555502517</id><published>2008-07-04T01:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:34:30.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelove'/><title type='text'>ayo pulangg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHJhlJ4aMcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rfx3llOxWCI/s1600-h/nyanyanyaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 45px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHJhlJ4aMcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rfx3llOxWCI/s400/nyanyanyaa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220342209011397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas sign in msn tadi pagi (kemaren sih tepatnya sekarang udah jem stgh1 pagi bok) ada offline msg masuk! aaaahhh seminggu gak ketemu sms juga cuma 3x sehari udah kayak minum obat hahaa untung besok mama papa ngajak ke anyer, mendingan deh huhu ayo cepet pulang yang di hk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-952627507555502517?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/952627507555502517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=952627507555502517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/952627507555502517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/952627507555502517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/ayo-pulangg.html' title='ayo pulangg!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SHJhlJ4aMcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rfx3llOxWCI/s72-c/nyanyanyaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-8485379789642167115</id><published>2008-07-03T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:27:46.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>okeee. ini udah jam stg 1 pagi, dan gw udah berada di depan komputer dari jam 12an lebih tadi siang. GILA GILA. badan gw pegel sumpah pegeeeellllllll! 12 jam lebih memandang komputer nyari ide blablabla. dan sekarang masih ada 7 halaman lagi harus di design! OH MY GOD. udah ah gw nyerah besok aja deh lanjutin nyenyenye thanks to my cruti dia juga udah 12 jem di depan komputer nemenin gw! hahahaha ngapapa deh besok kan dia mau pergi ke hk seminggu pasti nanti dia kangen kan sama guaaaa! hahaha bweeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-8485379789642167115?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8485379789642167115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=8485379789642167115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8485379789642167115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/8485379789642167115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-42089059513680095</id><published>2008-07-02T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:09:42.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>STUCK!</title><content type='html'>stuck stuck stuck! itu yang sekarang gw rasain&lt;br /&gt;GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;gw lagi buat design agenda bulan februari dan gw mulai mau pingsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAGAIMANA CARANYA MENGAPLIKASIKAN FILM PSILY MENJADI SEBUAH KALENDER DAN JADWAL TUGAS DAN JADWAL ULANGAN ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAa gw kering ide!&lt;br /&gt;gw sampe nyesel sendiri bikin konsep movie buat agenda 0809 GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;ayo ayo otak jalan dongdongdong yah yah yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESOK DEADLINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan masih sangat banyak yang harus gw buat aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mati di tempat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-42089059513680095?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/42089059513680095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=42089059513680095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/42089059513680095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/42089059513680095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuck.html' title='STUCK!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1200340578532715227</id><published>2008-07-02T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:10:29.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>GAM</title><content type='html'>GAMGIMGUMGEMGOM nyenyenyee&lt;br /&gt;ada yang tau apa itu GAM ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GAM adalah Gerakan Aceh Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idddiiihhh basi banget lo! GAM  yang itu udah dibubarin kaleee!&lt;br /&gt;ini itu GAM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerakan Anti Mbamba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eits eits bukan bukan! bukan mba2 yang ada di rumah lo yang penuh sabar masakin dan ladenin lo tiap hari, itu sih bisa mati mendadak gw kalo anti sama mereka. oh bukan juga mbamba pelayan restoran atau mba2 di mangga dua yang selalu senang berteriak "boleh yaaa diliat diliat" sampe enek2 gw keki tapi ya mereka juga terkadang membantu gw memilih2 barang tapi ini MBA MBA MBAAA!!! EMBAA! aduh aduh mungkin lo bingung ya mba mana sih yang gua maksud ? kok gw mulai membego ? oke mari gw bongkar tentang si mba najis itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sebelomnya, gw mau minta maaf hatur nuhun dulu ya, karena post ini tentang kritikan jadi mohon maaf bagi ibu hamil menyusui, pendeta, pastor, ibu haji, orang beriman, tetua adat, bapak-ibu guru, dan orang tua kalau membaca post gw dan mengelus2 dada sambil berkata "Ya Tuhan ampunilah Ivy" tapi gw janji kok yang kali ini ga akan separah dari yang post gw untuk si bedebah yg dulu. itu sih emang parah bgt sampe gw apus. okeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini ceritanya&lt;br /&gt;ada 1 cewek tuh ya mukanya kayak mba mba, karena itu sejak kini marilah kita menyebutnya mba-mba. Sebenarnya cewek ini manis sih (dikit) cuma ya kelakuannya itu loooohhh gw gemes segemes-gemesnya sampe pengen nyekek2 dia sampe mati cuma sayangnya gw ingat masih ada penjara yang terbuka lebar untuk para pembunuh. oke nga jadi bunuh dia dan gw beralih menumpahkan kekesalan gw di blog gw aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si mba ini, awal gw tau dari gw kelas 1 SMA sih sebenernya, cuma gw asal tau aja dia dan dari pertama gw liat fotonya gw udah mikir kok nih anak kayak mba2 ya mukanya? HAHAHAHA aduh gw emang jahat. tapi gw jujur dari lubuk hati paling dalem loh ngomongnya nyenyenye. then, pas gw kelas 2 tuh baru deh gw sempet mendengar gosip2 tentang dia. oh ralat, ini bukan gosip TAPI FAKTA! Jadi, temen baik gw punya cowok dan kebetulan cowoknya ini berteman sama si mba babi ini. trus ya masa ya si mba babi ini tuh kecentilan gatel banget ya masa nelponin cowo orang tiap hari ? IDDDIIHH AMIT AMIT DEH YA KALO COWO GW DIGITUIN GW SIH UDAH NGAMUK MERONTA RONTA. tapi temen baik gw ini masih penuh sabar dan lapang dada membiarkan si mba ini, walau dalam hati udah mulai kesel dan menyimpan dendam seperti gunung merapai cuma dia masih menahan segala rasa amarah dan mikir positif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu berjalan gerlari dan berganti dengan waktu yang lain. sebenernya ya si mba ini sih baik2 aja sama gw, gw juga nga gimana2 banget gitu sama dia, cuma sejak temen gw cerita ttg dia gw semakin menatap negatif ke dia graaaaaaaaaaa gw mulai panas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayo ivy sabar! ini belom waktunya marah2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus si mba juga tukang bohong! mukanya banyak ada 1000 kali gw heran aja masih ada orang yang mau percaya sama dia. emang sih mukanya agak polos (kayak orang desa maksud gua) apalagi bibirnya lebar (kagak nyambung) EH NYAMBUNG! itu menandakan dia banyak omong dan tukang bohong! haha ivy pintar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu lula, masa si mba babi ini akhir2 ini semakin tidak-tahu-diri. dia ngajarin cowo temen gw berbohong! (sugesti gua doang sih) jadi dia ngajak cowo temen gw ini pergi terus sampe menelantarkan cewenya TERUS dengan hinanya dia membuat kebohongan kalo dia gak pernah tertarik sama cowo temen gw trus menuduh temen baik gw ini memfitnah dia. BAHKAN YA 2 DARI TEMEN BAIK GW SAMA2 JADI KORBAN! IDIH GILA LO YE MBA! APAAN SIH LOOO! gw mulai kesel bangeeeeetttttttttttt! gw gak terima dehhh dia fitnah2 temen gw graaaaaaa. tapi temen gw masih baik hati dengan berpikir positif sementara gw udah bilang dan memperingati dia JANGAN SEKALI2 LO PIKIR POSITIF TENTANG MBA SIAL BABI HARAM INI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-megap megap mencoba sabar-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus trus trus si mba sial ini masih menjalankan misinya dia terus ngedektin cowonya temen gw SAMPE di intilin terus kemanamana! JIJAYYYYY GW NAJIS NAJIS HOEKKKK! udah gitu namanya cowok makhluk gampang digoda, masih aja mau nanggepin babi babii! jadi jadi sampe akhirnya 2 temen gw ini PUTUS sama cowonya. dan gw mulai kesel dan ngatain temen gw bego karena semua pikiran positif dia GAGAL! TUH KAN APA KATA GUEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw kesel banget banget banget ! andai si mba baca post ini nih gw uda siapin kalimat buat looo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(bayangin gw meronta2 kayak mak mak di pasar tapi tetep anggun kayak lagi nyanyi seriosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(censored karena sudah dibaca oleh si mba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-elus elus dada-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke sebenernya masih banyak cacian makian dan umpatan yang mau gw lontarkan tapi gw takut khilaf dan dosa gw yang udah banyak semakin banyak deh hohoh jangan deh ya amit-amit amit-amit.pokoknya intinya gw geli sam asi mba dan gw mohon maaf pada segala pihak yang merasa post gw ini nyebelin MAAF MAAF maaf semua kecuali buat si mba, NEHI deh gw minta maaf ke dia harga diri gw jatoh banget kalo gitu hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan mari ayo kita bergabung dengan GAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1200340578532715227?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1200340578532715227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1200340578532715227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1200340578532715227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1200340578532715227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/gam.html' title='GAM'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-24354237984496802</id><published>2008-06-29T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:55:28.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakyme'/><title type='text'>skin baru!</title><content type='html'>yayayayayayayayy!&lt;br /&gt;hore horeee&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya ivy bisa bikin skin sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;masih sederhana&lt;br /&gt;masih amatir&lt;br /&gt;soalnya bikinnya juga sebentar&lt;br /&gt;yang penting kan buatan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;nga cuma kopi2 dari blogskin ;p&lt;br /&gt;yeeyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-24354237984496802?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/24354237984496802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=24354237984496802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/24354237984496802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/24354237984496802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/skin-baru.html' title='skin baru!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-1036758542966727512</id><published>2008-06-13T19:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:50:17.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theresia&apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minemine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartscreams'/><title type='text'>satu tahun.</title><content type='html'>satu tahun yang lalu,&lt;br /&gt;kita tertawa, bangga, haru dan terbahak&lt;br /&gt;tersenyum bahagia&lt;br /&gt;karena mampu melewati 1 anak tangga&lt;br /&gt;dan naik ke anak tangga berikutnya.&lt;br /&gt;dengan status baru,&lt;br /&gt;murid kelas XI, ipa ips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seiring dengan waktu,&lt;br /&gt;peluh, juang, usaha&lt;br /&gt;kita lalui bersama&lt;br /&gt;dengan semua canda, tawa dan kenakalan&lt;br /&gt;layaknya labilnya seorang remaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun,&lt;br /&gt;dengan penuh semangat&lt;br /&gt;berusaha melewati lubang ranjau&lt;br /&gt;bersama-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalian.&lt;br /&gt;lebih berharga dari kristal,&lt;br /&gt;lebih berarti dari sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;tidak akan terganti&lt;br /&gt;tidak akan hilang&lt;br /&gt;melainkan&lt;br /&gt;terus tinggal dan membekas di hati&lt;br /&gt;menjadi memori&lt;br /&gt;dan kenangan termanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada yang dapat melewati lubang ranjau&lt;br /&gt;ada yang terperangkap lalu mati meledak&lt;br /&gt;tapi apa pun yang terjadi&lt;br /&gt;apa pun hasilnya&lt;br /&gt;kita pernah mengalami semuanya bersama&lt;br /&gt;dalam suka&lt;br /&gt;dalam duka&lt;br /&gt;tawa canda haru&lt;br /&gt;dan juga juang&lt;br /&gt;satu tahun lamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu yang panjang&lt;br /&gt;namun terasa singkat.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku,&lt;br /&gt;berkata dari lubuk terdalam&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang kalian.&lt;br /&gt;karena,&lt;br /&gt;kalian yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;hadir atau tidak hadir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to : beloved two science one and especially for pms,&lt;br /&gt;terimakasih untuk 1 tahun yang indah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-1036758542966727512?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1036758542966727512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=1036758542966727512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1036758542966727512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/1036758542966727512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/satu-tahun.html' title='satu tahun.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2988396260170735789</id><published>2008-06-05T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:39:21.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohbadday'/><title type='text'>8 hari.</title><content type='html'>ini tentang hari-hari penuh siksa, 8 hari penuh penjajahan mental. ULANGAN UMUM BLOK! ya ya 8 hari penuh penyiksaan dan derita dan deru dan dera deri dero loh loh loh haha mari kita tinjau dari hari pertama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matematika. 26 Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahannya dikit dan gak susah sih cuma limit sama turunan, tapi gw agak-agak nga ngerti juga sih sama turunan yang udah grafik2 tuh. yaudah akirnya pas hari sabtu gw les dengan serius, cuma karena sabtunya udah serius gw malah nga belajar minggunya hahahah dasar manusia! tapi pas malem2 si indra kurang tau diri dia nelpon nanya soal pks banyak bgt gitu jadi menyebabkan gw belajar deh, abis dia selesai nanya2 gw jadi mau belajar tapi baru belajar bntar ada setan pengganggu yang nelpon dan menghasut gw "udah vy nga usah belajar" haha yaudah gw menuruti nafsu duniawi trus malah ngobrol sama dia nyhahaha tibalah hari esok hari pertama uub. pas pertama baca soalnya, hemm okelah pg-nya yang awal2 tapi begitu sampe nomor 10 loh loh soal limitnya kok aneh ya trus karena tiba-tiba gw males itung gw loncat langsung ke essay haha essaynya ada 3 nomor, abis kerjain 2 nomor dengan tersenyum (sok ceritanya) nomor 3 disuru buat grafik, nyeh nyeh nyeh aduh males bookk yauda gw kembali berkutat dengan pg, pensil 2b dan kertas bulet2. ah sial nih lusi (yang buat soal) soal awalnya gampang2 makin kesana makin aneh. alhasil, dari 30 nomor kira-kira 8 nomoran gw nembak graaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agama-mandarin. 27 Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agama, heemmm bahannya 7 bab! najis. gw baru buka buku rasanya udah enek-enek mau muntah. belom lagi ada tambahan 5 lembar dari bp. jadinya gw males trus nutup buku gw trus gw tidur siang sampe 3jeman gitu. trus trus gw bangun, gw udah nga inget lagi tuh besok adaa ulangan agama, karena gw menganggap gw udah belajar, akirnya gw mengalihkan ke mandarin, si laoshi kmaren itu kayak kasi soal latian gitu, katanya dia sih bakalan keluar buat ulum,gw sempet mikir, kenapa ya mandarin gw jelek terus? cuma pas mid kemaren gw dapet 70 loohh! cuma cuma itu gara2 pas istirahat gw diajarin samantha, akirnya gw punya tekad yang mulia yaitu : GW MAU BELAJAR BUAT ULANGAN MANDARIN. tapi, ketika gw buka buku mandarin gw, jeng jenggg isinya corat-coretan semua gambar gambar sama tulisan geje,sedangkan bahasa kanjinya nga ada satupun yang gw catet artinya hahahaha yaudah deh gw pasrah. tiba-tiba kayak ada pencerahan gitu gw sms kocol, "nyet ajarin gw mandarin dong" EH DIA MAU! hahaha akirnya berguru lah gw sama dia, lewat telpon dengan sabar dia mengartikan satu persatu kata kata kanji dari soal latian udah gitu dia kayaknya lagi kena cobaan berat banget karena harus jelasin gw yang super duper amat lemot hahaha terimakasih ya konyettt! tapi tiba-tiba Tuhan kayak mengasihani kocol karena tiba2 hp gw nga ada signal SAMPE PAGI! jadi belajarnya dihentikan trus gw tidur. besok paginya di sekolah gw ngebut belajar agama, baca-baca aja judul gedenya gw udah nga peduli sama isinya. udah bel tanda masuk gw baru inget ada catetan bp! aduh itu ttg aborsi, gw langsung ngebut baca semuanya dikebut bener-bener turbo! hahaha tapi herannya kayak masuk aja gitu semua! ditambah lagi yang jaga kan bu siapa tuh ya gw lupa ohh bu florenn! ahahaha dia kan agak-agak dongo gitu kan (aduh maaf ibu sayangg upah lu besar di Surga!) jadi pas dia lagi ngoceh2 sebelom bagi soal gw minta emil jelasin gw ttg pandagan aborsi dari sudut Islam, dan hoplaaa masuk seketika ke otak. trus dibagilah soalnya, baca esay agama cuma disuru bikin seni instalasi, okelah. gw lepas trus gw pinggirin, liat essay bp, ada kasus sama 4 nomor gitu pertanyaan dari catetannya. nomor 4 pertanyaannya ada yang pandangan dari islam sama katolik. damn. kenapa tadi gw nga minta dijelasin yang katolik juga? grrrr. akirnya gw tinggalkan lah esay bp trus ngeliat pg. ANJRIT RAJAM RAJAM RAJAM YANG BUAT SOAL PG! gw nga ngerti bahasanya ketinggian! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ma-lu-ma-lu-in-ba-nget. nih ya masa agama gw merah pas midblok kemaren ? kesannya gw kayak anak nga beriman banget gimana gitu! padahal gw itu selalu berdoa tiap pagi dan malem, kayaknya gw harus mencari pencerahan kayak sidartha mungkin. nyeehhh. oke kembali ke ulangan umum. menyadari agama gw merah pas ul mid blok kemaren, daripada gw kayak orang bego bolak-balik kertas soal, gw kerjain bp dulu, gw mengarang indah banget deh tuh di essay bp semoga bu astrid seneng deh. trus gw mulai kerjain pg gw, gw analisis satu-satu dengan muka sok pinter ahahaha ya semoga gw itu adalah penembak yang baik ya karena sebagian besar asal nyaplok aja gw, trus bkin seni instalasi dengan serius. akirnya gw keluar ruangan dengan geleng-geleng menandakan nga bisa ulangan agama.&lt;br /&gt;oke agama lewat, ayo fight buat mandarin! jrett gw langsung narik samantha, dan kebetulan ada cella juga, dan dengan sabar juga mereka membantu gw dan detos belajar mandarin. trus, pas masuk ruangan gw udah harap harap cemas,pas dibagiin soal, NAJIS KANJI SEMUA! tapi tapi kayak gw tiba-tiba menatap degan mata lain, gw bisa baca kanji cuuyyy! biasanya gw buta huruf baca perintahnya aja nga bisa, kali ini gw bisa nyelesein dengan senyum dan sombong, ini mah 8 keatas deh HAHAHAA ini bener-bener mukjizat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biologi - bahasa inggris. 28 Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio. anjrit. ini udah kayak momok banget buat anak ipa. bahannya 3 bab! susah semuaaaa sistem koordinasi, reproduksi sama imunitas. cuma pas kemaren itu dani pernah ngasih tes lisan dan gw kayak punya firasat itu bakalan jadi soal2 yang keluar, cuma karena agak nga yakin gw belajar dari cetak dulu deh, bahasa inggris udah nga gw sentuh sama sekali tuh. baca baca belajar-belajar, dari jem 5-jem 9 malem tapi nga serius sih sambil maen2, rasanya otak gw udah nga muat, isinya kayak udah mau tumpah semua, trus elwin sms gw minta jawaban yang soal dari dani itu yauda akirnya dia telpon gw trus kita nyari jawabannya sama2 karena gw uda blajar dikit2 jadi gw agak bisa deh ngerjain tuh soal. cuma kayak banyak yang aneh bgt nga ada dicetak, trus akirnya setelah selesai belajar bareng elwin, gw udah jijik buat bacaa buku cetak, trus gw inisiatif TELPON INDRA! dia kan olimpiade biologi tuh, akirnya gw nanya sama dia beberapa soal, trus2 ada soal terakir yang gw inget banget kata dani suru cari fungsi limpa sama yang kamu ketahui ttg penyakit autoimunitas dan penyakit2nya apa aja. nga ada di cetak akirnya gw maksa indra cari di internet dan dengan semangat dia nyariin tapi karena gw uda ngantuk gw minta besok aja lu kasitau gw ya ndra. akirnya gw tertidur dengan lelap bgt kayaknya tuh bio sampe gw mimpiin deh. pagi-pagi gw dibangunin jem 4 sama cruti, lalu gw mulai belajar lagi. baca-baca doang sih, abis itu gw tidur lagi hehehehe. sampe sekolah, anak-anak mukanya kayak takut bagnet gitu, gw langsung narik cintia! wooohhh dengan semangat dia jelasin ttg spermatogenesis, oogenesis sama pembuahan, itu yang uda 1 jem gw baca dan gw nga ngerti dalem 10 menit wusss masuk ke otak gw! abis itu indra dateng yeeeyy langusng gw tanya sama dia ttg hal-hal yang gw tanyain kemaren. trus akirnya yang ada di sekitar kita kan diluar lorong tuh belajar bareng bahas soal dari bu dani kemaren, fungsi limpa sama autoimunitas langsung masuk dah! (belagu) hahaha. trus trus tiba2 bel bunyi SEMUA JADI HISTERIS! kita masuk trus dengan tampang deg-degan nrima soal bio, pertama langsung buka soal essay, YAYYYYY kayaknya gw dpet mukjizat bgt soal esaynya ttg fungsi limpa sama autoimunitas ! yayyy senyum gw langsung ngembang gede buangettt gw langsung ngadep belakang natep ke indra ( absen indra di blakang gw jadi dia duduk di blakang gw) dengan arti "nih ndra lo bilang apa sama gw kan wg yang kasi tau lu suru cari ttg limpa sama autoimunitas" hahaha belagu bgt guaa. okee ternyata pgnya juga mirip2 gitu aduh i love you so much ibu daniii hehehehe. abis itu ingris, gw udah males deh gw ngatau bahannya apa jadi ulangan pasrha, bahannya ya gitu gitu aja gw nga gitu bisa sih entah mengapa ya mungkin naluri indo gw terlalu kuat bleeehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bahasa indonesia - seni budaya. 29 mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, hari ini surga di dalam neraka!bi dan seni budaya. rasanya kayak hari istirahat dan hari tenang banget deh. cuma masalahnya gw nga tau bahan bi apa, setelah gw tanya sana sini dan jawabannya nihil, akirnya gw putuskan untuk tidur aja. jem 6an gw dibangunin trus gw ol, baru deh gw tanya sama aleks bahan bi apaan, dan ternyata bahannya nga begitu banyak gitu. yaudah nafsu belajar gw langsung turun drastis. kalo seni buadaya yaa nga perlu belajar lah ya, cuma nyiapin aja cat kuas dan temen2nya. okeee surgaa! gw ol sampe kira2 jem 10an chatting dan hura-hura trus tanpa mikir panjang gw tidur. pagi-paginya gw baru cari buku bi gw trus karena gw males baca uda gw masukin tas aja. sampe di sekolah gw clingak clinguk cari cintia, tapi kok nga ada yaaa ternyata cintia belom dateng. then, gw baca-baca aja dulu deh sambil nunggu kehadiran si ibu peri. lagi baca-baca tiba tiba ada yang noel C Y N T H I A! yesss! ayo cyn, dia langsung duduk manis di sebelah gw trus jelasin semua yang gw butuhkan untuk diingat-ingat. fyi cynthia ini kayak pinter banget! semua yang diplajarin di otak dia kayak nga bakal pernah musnah,  bahkan dia masih afal nama ilmiah buah2an! sinting. itu sih udah gw buang jauh2 dari otak gw sejak seminggu selesai ulangan pas jaman-jamannya baru masuk sma. hahaha mungkin emang perbedaan kapasitas otak kami terlalu besar ya. akirnya gw belajar dari cynthia dan melenggang masuk ruang ulum dengan tenang. pgnya agak kacau sih, tapi essaynya cuma suru bikin surat perjanjian jual beli doang. cuih gw langsung menyombong. udah gitu seni, seni kayak disuru bikin gambar batik gitu trus diwarnain pake cat aer, gw gambar kelamaan jadi warnain. s e d i h d e e e h h hahaha lebay ahh. yaudah ngapapa deh lebih baik pikirkan hari esok K I M I A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kimia. 30 Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeng jeng jeng. ini udah kayak musuh besarnya anak ipa. tadinya hari ini gw mau belajar bareng si rumah samantha sama detos ity elwin kath dan siapa lagi ya gw lupa. tapi tapi ternyata hari ini gw ada les jem stgh 2. jadi ya gw lbih pilih les. kimia gokil,  bahannya setaun! dari buku 2a dan 2b. cuma si frida uda bilang sih katanya 50 pg dan 3 essay. essaynya dari ksp semua. jadi gw akan lebih fokus ke ksp. trus trus ternyata jem 1 lebih guru gw udah dateng, oke gw keluarin buku 2a 2b trus gw siap untuk bersiap-siap perang. belajar belajar, mau mati rasanya. dan lu harus tau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gw les sampe 5 jem!&lt;/span&gt; B A Y A N G K A N! jem  6 kurang gw baru selesai belajarin semuanya, oh minus koloid tepatnya. kepala gw rasanya mau pecah! pecah sampe hancur berantakan berpuingpuing. tapi gw seneng aja udah hampir selesai belajarnya, trus dengan pd gw sms orang-orang yang lagi di rumah samantha :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "gw udah selesai belajar kimia looohh"&lt;/span&gt; trus mereka kayak nga percaya tiba2 si ity langsung nelpon gw dia masih di rumah samantha ada detos elwin juga dan mereka kayak nga percaya kalo gw udah selesai belajar hahaha akirnya, ditemani cruti gw malah cuma ngobrol-ngobrol di telpon emang setan tuh orang. sampe jem 7an baru gw bilang udah udah belajar loo. akirnya gw mandi dan makan dan santai2 bentar.&lt;br /&gt; sampe jem 9 pas mau baca-baca koloid, gw berasa ngantuk buangeett akirnya gw putuskan tidur. jam stg5 gw kebangun tiba-tiba. trus, karena nga bisa tidur lagi gw putuskan buat baca-baca kimia. hebat ajaib gw nga ketiduran. sampe akirnyaaa waktu berjalan. sampe sekolah, semua yang di lorong mukanya kayak panik dan udah siap perang gitu. gw malah santai2 aja baca-baca ulangan titrasi gw yang nilainya 70 (pamer) hahahah gw duduk di lantai di sebelah gw ada marsha. tadinya niatnya kita mau belajar, tapi tapi di deket agak kananan dikit gw liat ada indra cadel sama si elo lagi belajar. trus gw pratiin aja, karena menurut gw mereka sangat menarik untuk dilihat. kenapa ? karena indra lucu banget! gw ngakak2 peratiin dia belajar, paling lucu itu ada 3 kalimat :&lt;br /&gt;-  eh ini tuh kanan kuwang kiwi apa kiwi kuwang kanan ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eh ini tuh kanan kurang kiri atau kiri kurang kanan yah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ah gila nanti tau tau lagi ulangan kita lupa wumus semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ah gila nanti tau tau lagi ulangan kita lupa rumus semua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan yang paling bikin gw sakit perut adalah&lt;br /&gt;- ini tuh pake molalitas bukan molalitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ini tuh pake molaritas bukan molalitas) atau ( ini tuh pake molalitas bukan molaritas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muka ello udah bingung aja mana yang bener jadinya ? hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;oke tiba tiba bel. OOOOOOOOO gw langsung cepet-cepet baca rumus-rumus yang ada. trus masuk ruangan dengan super deg-degan.&lt;br /&gt;ternyata ternyata yang jagain ruangan gw F R I D A!  wooh wooohh wwwoohhh! makin deg-degan deh. pertama gw bikin ognya, tapi gw geregetan pengen bikin essay. yaudah gw langsung ke halaman paling belakang deh ngerjain essay. ada 3 nomor, ksp semua 1 nomor pake bahasa inggrs. nomor 1 sama 3 sukses berat dehhh tapi nomor 2 agak bingung gitu hasilnya aneh, yaudah gw tinggal trus gw kerjain pg. kerjain kira-kira sampe nomor 7 gw bigung ttg ikatan2 hidrogen. udah deh gw loncat aja ngerjain dari nomor 50 baru ke atas, tapi tiba-tiba di nomor 40an gw stuck. haha. oke gw memutuskan nyelesein essay gw dulu.  soal pgnya aneh-aneh bgt ! gw mabok semabok maboknya. dan akirnya karena waktu nga mendukung gw nembak kira-kira 15 nomoran.  graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tapiiiiiii kayaknya setelah ulangan kimia selesai seakan cobaan sangat berkurang YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sejarah. 31 Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak ipa belajar sejarah ? aduh gw sombong. gw belagu gw ngatau diri. tapi gw ngantuuukkk! ah nga nyambung. yah pokoknya gw tidur, gw tidur sampe jem 3an baru si cruti bangunin gw. denger dia balik balik buku katanya dia lagi belajar. trus gw jadi tergugah mau belajar juga, jadi gw cari deh buku cetak sejarah gw. tapi yang ada kita malah ngobrol, kita taruhan, gw bilang kalo nanti di essay bakalan keluar soal 3 daerah yang dibagi sama jepang kata cruti kaga bakalan. oke kita liat aja ya besok. akirnya kita menyudahi pembicaraan di telepon. lalu lalu lalu, gw mulai mau baca-baca tuh tapi kok males soalnya bahannya 3 bab! baru baca 2 halaman gw merasa gw butuh refreshing. trus karena gw penat gw pusing, buku sejarah gw gw lempar. lalu gw nyalakan komputer trus ol msn, lagi ol ol bentar ada yang nanya gitu vy uda belajar sejarah blom gw tiba2 keinget OH IYA! bsejarah boook. itu kayaknya udah jem  7an deh. tapi gw cari buku sejarah gw kok ilang entah kemana, gw males nyari trus gw lanjutin chat aja. uda gitu tiba-tiba si tephie bilang kalo dia nga bakalan belajar sejarah, gw jadi pengen ikutin jejak dia. cuma katanya cruti gw baca2 aja yaudah gw cari deh buku sejarah gw KETEMU! ada di kolong ranjang! terus gw ambil , gw buka gw taro di depan keyboard, tapi tetep aja nga dibaca. hahaha. akirnya jem 10an gw ngantuk gw nga sanggup menampung tuh tahun2 dan teman2nya, lagi baca2 si cruti nelpon (dasar setan lo cruuutt!) yauda gw tutup buku gw trus malah ngobrol sampe ketiduran, tapi untungnya jem 4an dia bangunin gitu, terus dengan ajaib gw b e l a j a r! nga pake ketiduran. sampe sekolah gw cepet2 memburu cintia minta dicritain bab3 bab4 bab5 horaaayy semu amasuk otak! trus pas bel gw masuk dengan mulut komat kamit masih afalin. soal dibagi, gw langsung liat essay. AAAAHHHH! gw kalah taruhan dehh soalnya cuma ada 3, tapi tapi senyum gw ngembang gedeeeee buangeettt karena soal pertama apa ya, gw lupa! yang jelas gw bisa. soal kedua disuru jelasin ttg partai indische partij HORE HORE HORE waktu liburan kemaren gw dapet tugas bikin makalah kan, nah gw kena partai indische partij YESS Tuhan kayak memberkati gw yeess haha gw norak. nomor 3 nya disuru tulisin masing2 5 positif negatif dijajah jepang sama belanda. ya ya bisa deh akirnya gw tinggalin essay trus kerjain pg dulu. pgnya juga oke kok dari 50 nomor apa 40 apa 60 ya ? gw lupa! pokoknya yang gw nga bisa palingan 3-4 nomor tuh  yihaaaa! ini ulangan sejarah teroke sepanjang hidup gua i love you so much ibu herraaa! yess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fisika. 02 juni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fisika ulangannya hari senen, jadi gw lesnya hari sabtu. nga lama sih cuma 2 jem-an. tapi oke lahh. fisika gw semester2 ini kebetulan lagi bagus-bagus gitu entah mengapam kayaknya gw mulai punya ikatan batin sama bu ardiana haha. cuma kayak waktu mat, minggunya gw malah jadi nga belajar. karena nyokap juga ssihhhh ngajak pergi jadi gw tergoda kaaannnn. baru deh jem 8an gw mulai belajar. bacabaca cetak sama liat soal2 ulangan kemaren. bahannya kan 4 bab, jem stg 11an gw baru selesai sampe fluida statis sama fluida dinamis. trus gw putusin baca kinetik gas dikit2 terus gw nga sanggup trus pergi ke alam baka. jem 5an gw bangun liat-liat kinetik gas dulu baru pergi sekolah. untungn ya bahan 1 bab lagi termodinamika kayak baru ulangan jadi masi kentel banget di otak gw, sampe di sekolah gw cuma baca-baca lagi aja soal ulangan yang kemaren. baca baca baca trus afalin rumus. masuk ke dalem dibagiin soal, 30 nomor pg semua tapi harus pake cara di sampingnya. yes aku bisaaaaaaa! dari 30 nomor itu paling gw nga yakin 5-6 nomoran doang laahh. senyum ngembang ngembung h o r r e e e !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pkn-komputer. 03 Juni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini hari terakhir! ini udah kayak gerbang kemerdekaan menuju surga banget deh. yey yey yey. tapi semangat belajar gw malah turun drastis, lagian udah ampas bgt kaleee tinggal pkn sama tik gitu. yaudah gw menghabiskan hari gw seharian di depan komputer untuk buka fs sama blog yang udah lama nga gw sentuh. bener-bener buku pkn sama komputer gw ngatau kemana keadaannya oh yabte buku komputer gw emang udah lama ilang hehehe. then, malemnya gw juga langsung tidur, besoknya juga gna berusaha bangun lebih pagi untuk belajar. hahaha kayaknya udah ampas banget ya nih hari terakhir. nyampe sekolah gw cuma baca2 aja tuh soal mid kemaren soalnya bahannya kan mirip2 tuh cuma ditambahin bab5. gw ber2 samantha kayak menjarah soalnya si bran buat kita baca. hehehe. trus trus, pas masuk ternyata soal pgnya mirip buanggggggetttttt sama soal pas mid! yeye hore hore! seneng deeeehhhh. essaynya ada 5 nomor, nomor 1 gw bingung, 2 gw mengarang, 3 gw salin dari pg (dan salah) 4 gw tau dan 5 gw bisa. lu-ma-yan-lah-yahh trus pas udah bel mau keluar gw ngadep belakang tuh si indra (banjar) kan yang diblakang gw, lembar essaynya dia kayak ditutupin soal gitu trus dia nanya ke gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indra : vy bisa nga essaynya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy : nga terlalu ndra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indra : gw nga bisa sama sekali nih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi begitu si indra ngangkat soalnya gw liat lembar essaynya penuh jawaban! ini sih dusta banget deh kalo dia nga bisa! hahaha terakir k o m p u t e r. bahannya photoshop sama power point. gw sombong gw belagu gw arogan GW NGA BELAJAR SAMA SEKALI hahahha. tapi emang ternyata soalnya gampang kokk essaynya juga mudah hihihi sombong bangetttt yaya akirnya berhir juga semuanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horeeeeeeeeeeee gw teriak sekenceng2nya karena 8 hari penuh siksa ini uda berakhir. gw seneng karena ulangan umum kali ini kayaknya gw agak puas ya udah cukup berusaha dan sekarang tinggal nunggu hasil rapot agak dag dig dug deg dog sihh semoga hailnya bagus yaa trus trus kita semua naik kelas yeyeyeyeyeyyy! ayo 2 ipa 1 kita pasti naik kelas semua horaaaaaaayyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942353792335781360-2988396260170735789?l=florenshaivyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2988396260170735789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942353792335781360&amp;postID=2988396260170735789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2988396260170735789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942353792335781360/posts/default/2988396260170735789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florenshaivyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/8-hari.html' title='8 hari.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565659398986179834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJsji-G1NMs/SrbkvTEiA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/eNi-IkJDo-w/S220/ivy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942353792335781360.post-2698110493736345143</id><published>2008-06-03T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:34:58.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scienceohscience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theresia&apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'>oh akhirnyaa</title><content type='html'>hellow yellow melloww AH AKHIRNYA AKHIRNYA A K H I R N Y A itu yang pengen gw triakin bener2 pengen gw serukan karena memang bener2 akhirnyaaa setelah selama sebulan ini gw berasa seakan-akan jadi romusha pas penjajahan jepang. selama sebulan kayak tiap hari ada aja pr tugas ulangan yang nga abis-abisnya dan puncaknya ulangan umum oh ya itu bener2 berasa di kutub neraka! gw berasa tersiksa dan terkekang, seakan-akan hak kebebasan gw terengut dari dunia ini (lebay version) tapi beneran deh selama sebulan ini tuh ya kalo diinget-inget  gw tiap hari nga bisa berhenti mikir kayaknya tugas tuh nga ada abis-abisnya nah nah itu juga yang menyebabkan udah lamaaa buangett gw nga menjamah dunia maya. sebenernya ada beberapa alesan sih kenapa ini blog jadi bapuk banget begini, gw ol sih gw kadang2 tapi kayaknya untuk buka fs apalagi blog agak-agak repot ya hehehe (sok sibuk ceritanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya tapi gimana pun gw kangen sumpah gw kangen kangen k a n g e n b a n g e t sama blog gw! gw punya cerita banyaaaaaaaakkkkk bgt dari gw praktikum, outbond sampe ulangan umum yang kemaren! semua akan gw tulis! (napsu benerrr) cuma cuma cuma belom bener2 tenang sih karena gw harus nyelesein 1 tugas lagi AGENDA TERE 08-09! aduh gw kayak terobsesi bikin agenda itu jadi yang paling bagus sepanjang sejarah tere ahuahuahua sok banget guaaa tapi doain ya temen2 agendanya kayak apa yaa? a d a d e h hahaha nyebelin banget gw nanti deh ya kalo udah jadi gw publikasikan hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke saking banyaknya yang mau gw tulis, gw sampe lupa gw mau tulis apa (pikun banget) nantinya gw post 1- per 1 deh biar nga numpuk karena gw males juga sih sebenernya ngetik panjang-panjang, gw ngantuk pengen tidur dan tersenyum karena udah ngelewat
