<?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-6779349285498172976</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:24:05.255+07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Personal Life'/><category term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-5361269146673450037</id><published>2011-12-21T11:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:38:28.490+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>MUST READ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;thirty things to stop doing to yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as maria robinson once said, “nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” nothing could be closer to the truth. but before you can begin this process of transformation you have to stop doing the things that have been holding you back.&lt;br /&gt;here are some ideas to get you started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. stop spending time with the wrong people.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– life is too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness out of you. if someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you. you shouldn’t have to fight for a spot.  never, ever insist yourself to someone who continuously overlooks your worth. and remember, it’s not the people that stand by your side when you’re at your best, but the ones who stand beside you when you’re at your worst that are your true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;2. stop running from your problems.&lt;/b&gt; – face them head on. no, it won’t be easy. there is no person in the world capable of flawlessly handling every punch thrown at them. we aren’t supposed to be able to instantly solve problems. that’s not how we’re made. in fact, we’re made to get upset, sad, hurt, stumble and fall. because that’s the whole purpose of living – to face problems, learn, adapt, and solve them over the course of time. this is what ultimately molds us into the person we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;3. stop lying to yourself.&lt;/b&gt; – you can lie to anyone else in the world, but you can’t lie to yourself. our lives improve only when we take chances, and the first and most difficult chance we can take is to be honest with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;4. stop putting your own needs on the back burner.&lt;/b&gt; – the most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too. yes, help others; but help yourself too. if there was ever a moment to follow your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;5. stop trying to be someone you’re not.&lt;/b&gt; – one of the greatest challenges in life is being yourself in a world that’s trying to make you like everyone else.  someone will always be prettier, someone will always be smarter, someone will always be younger, but they will never be you. don’t change so people will like you. be yourself and the right people will love the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;6. stop trying to hold onto the past.&lt;/b&gt; – you can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;7. stop being scared to make a mistake.&lt;/b&gt; – doing something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more productive than doing nothing. every success has a trail of failures behind it, and every failure is leading towards success. you end up regretting the things you did NOT do far more than the things you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;8. stop berating yourself for old mistakes.&lt;/b&gt; – we may love the wrong person and cry about the wrong things, but no matter how things go wrong, one thing is for sure, mistakes help us find the person and things that are right for us. we all make mistakes, have struggles, and even regret things in our past. but you are not your mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here NOW with the power to shape your day and your future. every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;9. stop trying to buy happiness.&lt;/b&gt; – many of the things we desire are expensive. but the truth is, the things that really satisfy us are totally free – love, laughter and working on our passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. stop exclusively looking to others for happiness.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– if you’re not happy with who you are on the inside, you won’t be happy in a long-term relationship with anyone else either. you have to create stability in your own life first before you can share it with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. stop being idle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; – don’t think too much or you’ll create a problem that wasn’t even there in the first place. evaluate situations and take decisive action. you cannot change what you refuse to confront. making progress involves risk. period! you can’t make it to second base with your foot on first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. stop thinking you’re not ready.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– nobody ever feels 100% ready when an opportunity arises. because most great opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones, which means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;13. stop getting involved in relationships for the wrong reasons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;– relationships must be chosen wisely. it’s better to be alone than to be in bad company. there’s no need to rush. if something is meant to be, it will happen – in the right time, with the right person, and for the best reason. fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. stop rejecting new relationships just because old ones didn’t work.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– in life you’ll realize that there is a purpose for everyone you meet. some will test you, some will use you and some will teach you. but most importantly, some will bring out the best in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;15. stop trying to compete against everyone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;– don’t worry about what others doing better than you. concentrate on beating your own records every day. success is a battle between YOU and YOURSELF only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;16. stop being jealous of others.&lt;/b&gt; – jealousy is the art of counting someone else’s blessings instead of your own.  ask yourself this:  “what’s something i have that everyone wants?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;17. stop complaining and feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;– life’s curveballs are thrown for a reason – to shift your path in a direction that is meant for you. you may not see or understand everything the moment it happens, and it may be tough. but reflect back on those negative curveballs thrown at you in the past. you’ll often see that eventually they led you to a better place, person, state of mind, or situation. so smile! let everyone know that today you are a lot stronger than you were yesterday, and you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;18. stop holding grudges.&lt;/b&gt; – don’t live your life with hate in your heart. you will end up hurting yourself more than the people you hate. forgiveness is not saying, “what you did to me is okay.” it is saying, “i’m not going to let what you did to me ruin my happiness forever.” forgiveness is the answer… let go, find peace, liberate yourself! and remember, forgiveness is not just for other people, it’s for you too. if you must, forgive yourself, move on and try to do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;19.stop letting others bring you down to their level.&lt;/b&gt; – refuse to lower your standards to accommodate those who refuse to raise theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;20. stop wasting time explaining yourself to others.&lt;/b&gt; – your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it anyway. just do what you know in your heart is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;21. stop doing the same things over and over without taking a break. &lt;/b&gt;– the time to take a deep breath is when you don’t have time for it. if you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting. sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;22. stop overlooking the beauty of small moments.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;– enjoy the little things, because one day you may look back and discover they were the big things. the best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;23. stop trying to make things perfect.&lt;/b&gt; – the real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. stop following the path of least resistance&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; – life is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something worthwhile. don’t take the easy way out. do something extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;25. stop acting like everything is fine if it isn’t.&lt;/b&gt; – it’s okay to fall apart for a little while. you don’t always have to pretend to be strong, and there is no need to constantly prove that everything is going well. you shouldn’t be concerned with what other people are thinking either – cry if you need to – it’s healthy to shed your tears. the sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. stop blaming others for your troubles.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– the extent to which you can achieve your dreams depends on the extent to which you take responsibility for your life. when you blame others for what you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give others power over that part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. stop trying to be everything to everyone.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– doing so is impossible, and trying will only burn you out. but making one person smile CAN change the world. maybe not the whole world, but their world. so narrow your focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;28. stop worrying so much.&lt;/b&gt; – worry will not strip tomorrow of its burdens, it will strip today of its joy. one way to check if something is worth mulling over is to ask yourself this question: “will this matter in one year’s time? three years? five years?” if not, then it’s not worth worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;29. stop focusing on what you don’t want to happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;– focus on what you do want to happen. positive thinking is at the forefront of every great success story. if you awake every morning with the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today, and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. stop being ungrateful.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– no matter how good or bad you have it, wake up each day thankful for your life. someone somewhere else is desperately fighting for theirs. instead of thinking about what you’re missing, try thinking about what you have that everyone else is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" default="none" description="Image Border Small Size" name="image.border.small.size" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/wgubrq.jpg" type="length" value="none" variable="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-5361269146673450037?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/5361269146673450037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/12/must-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5361269146673450037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5361269146673450037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/12/must-read.html' title='MUST READ!'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/wgubrq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-7908032064886050044</id><published>2011-11-12T09:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T10:35:00.577+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons To Never Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. As long as you are alive, anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The only valid excuse you have to give up is if you are dead. As long as you are alive (and healthy and free) you have the choice to keep trying until you finally succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. Be realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The chance of mastering something the first time you do it is almost non-existent. Everything takes time to learn and you will make mistakes. Learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. You are strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You are stronger than you think. One little setback is not enough to stop you from achieving your goals. Neither are 10 or 100 or 1000 setbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;4. Prove yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You don’t want to be known as someone that is weak and gives up. Go out there and prove yourself to the world and to yourself. You CAN and WILL achieve what you set out to do. The only time you fail is when you give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;5. Believe in your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don’t sell yourself short. In life there are going to be many people who will try to bring you down and tell you what you want to achieve is not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;6. Your family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let the people you love and who mean the world to you be your inspiration to persist and persevere. Maybe you need to try a different angle, study more or practice more but don’t give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;7. There are people worse-off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Right now there are many people who are in a worse situation and environment than you are. Are you thinking about giving up running 5 miles a week? Think about the people who are unable to even walk and how much they would give to be able to run 5 miles every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;8. You deserve to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don’t ever let anybody tell you otherwise. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to have success. Keep that mindset and never give up until you reach your destination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;9. Inspire others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Be an inspiration to others by refusing to give up. Who knows what someone else can achieve because you never gave up and in turn inspired them not to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;10. You are so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Often when you feel like you want to give up you are so close to making a huge breakthrough. You are just a heartbeat away from success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;11. When you want to end your life, think: One day you will be happy, don’t you want to see that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" default="none" description="Image Border Small Size" name="image.border.small.size" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/wgubrq.jpg" type="length" value="none" variable="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-7908032064886050044?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/7908032064886050044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-reasons-to-never-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7908032064886050044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7908032064886050044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-reasons-to-never-give-up.html' title='10 Reasons To Never Give Up'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/wgubrq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-5712573067280954018</id><published>2011-08-09T13:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T10:31:17.290+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Forever grateful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Kmrn aku hampir disilet sama preman gitu di angkot. Jd ceritanya abis pulang daniel terus nunggu angkot sm temen . Terus naik lah kita begitu ada yg rada sepi isinya berempat termasuk temen sm 2 org cowo seragaman sma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Nah udah gitu mereka kan turun jd tinggal berdua lah aku sm temenku. Gak lama ada 1 orang masuk cowo trs duduk di pojokkan, trs ada 2 orang lagi masuk.. Yang satu bawa gitar gitu trs duduknya di luar yg satu lagi di depan aku duduknya. Waktu mau ngeluarin uang buat turun dia megang paha aku HHHH terus nanya "Neng, rumahnya dimana?" trs aku jutekin ga ngejawab dia nanya kan *disitu temenku udh ga enak perasaan mukanya udh beda banget*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tiba-tiba cowo itu ngeluarin silet terus ngenain ke tangan dan teriak "Minta uang dong!! Buat jajan buat beli rokok, minta minta!" Disitu udh panik aku udh minggir2 duduknya dan siletnya ttp dikenain ke tangan sm ke perut aku lah.... Akhirnya aku sigap lgsg minta turun sm supirnya trs kabur dan lari sekenceng2nya dan ga ngeliat lagi kebelakang. Untung disitu ada Prima Rasa toko kue yg emang selalu rame banyak orang jd aku sm temenku langsung kesitu dan panik gak karuan :"(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Disana kita duduk trs ditanya sm orang2 disana gimana ceritanya, waktu kita ceritain ternyata emang orang itu &amp;nbsp;udh sering kayak gitu. Suka kesini juga dan minta uang gak jelas. Disitu aku cuma bisa diem lemes aja, temenku nangis. Abis itu aku tlfn Mama dan minta tlfn taksi buat nganter pulang, temenku dijemput sm Ibunya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Di taksi jg masih gemeteran.............. dan bersyukur bgt msh bisa selamat. Bayangin aja kl aku gak bisa turun dr angkot.. udh gak bisa deh yg namanya ngepost blog kaya gini huhu feelin' extremely grateful now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Sumpah.......ceritanya gak seserem aslinya. Rasanya disitu udh mau ngasih hp sm uang trs pergi. Tp realitynya gak kaya gitu. Bersyukur msh bisa selamat gak kenapa-napa. Semoga ini bakal jd peristiwa pertama dan terakhir :( bayangin aja kl lo jd gue mau apa coba. I feel so grateful that God still protecting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-5712573067280954018?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/5712573067280954018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/08/forever-grateful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5712573067280954018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5712573067280954018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/08/forever-grateful.html' title='Forever grateful!'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bandung, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.9147444 107.6098111</georss:point><georss:box>-6.9782369 107.5209241 -6.8512519 107.6986981</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-2444430189071356110</id><published>2011-08-02T08:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:04:04.139+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>It all ends...</title><content type='html'>Finally! I've watched Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2:-)&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking awesome. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;My childhood is over: Andy gave his toys away, Hannah told her secret, Zack &amp;amp; Cody graduated and Harry potter is ending :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;As the title of my blog: Life Goes On. And we can't stop that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lon052feL91qzahuvo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lon052feL91qzahuvo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lovuofWVQW1qa5knao1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lovuofWVQW1qa5knao1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;And can't wait for Transformers 3!!! Gonna watch this movie in 3D;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-2444430189071356110?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/2444430189071356110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-all-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2444430189071356110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2444430189071356110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-all-ends.html' title='It all ends...'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-6205030907058863772</id><published>2011-06-18T21:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:28:57.201+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life isn’t about keeping score. It’s not about how many people call you and it’s not about who you’ve dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all. It isn’t about who you’ve kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It’s not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it’s not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn’t about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it’s not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn’t about that. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It’s about how you feel about yourself. It’s about trust, happiness, and compassion. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It’s about what you say and what you mean. It’s about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else’s in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life’s about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-6205030907058863772?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/6205030907058863772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-isnt-about-keeping-score.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6205030907058863772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6205030907058863772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-isnt-about-keeping-score.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-2321329629005332832</id><published>2011-06-16T20:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:02:42.689+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ten Rules for Being Human</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;You'll receive a body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;You'll learn lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are enrolled in a full-time informal school, called "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;There are no mistakes, only lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; Lessons are repeated until they are learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Learning lessons doesn't end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;There's no part of life that doesn't contain it's lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;"There" is no better place than "here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;When your "there" has become a "here", you'll simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Other people are merely mirrors of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;You cannot love or hate something about another person, unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;What you make of your life is up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;You all have the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you, the choice is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Your answers lie within you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;The answers to life's question lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;You will forget all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-2321329629005332832?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/2321329629005332832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2321329629005332832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2321329629005332832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Ten Rules for Being Human'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4145707635322603373</id><published>2011-06-09T22:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:53:20.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn Part 1 Official Trailer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uycOpnYnd5g" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour:-) Sorry for the late post!! Ngga sibuk sih tapi June isn't my month, this is the toughest month I've ever felt. Walaupun H-21 ulang tahun.. hm. Doain ya smg dimudahkan masuk SMA yg terbaik. Bandung nemnya pada ekstrim. Mau pindah ke Jkt gak boleh, pdhl nem cukup. Apalagi Medan.. Padahal pengen. Aaaand by the way Tau kan setiap film Twilight Saga selalu di update di blog ini hehehe here it is! BREAKING DAWN. Wohoo! 18 November 2011. Bakalan banyak sex scenes sih katanya, but Idc. What I care is finally I can see my boyfriend againnnn *agak gila* Au revoir:-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4145707635322603373?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4145707635322603373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/06/breaking-dawn-part-1-official-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4145707635322603373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4145707635322603373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/06/breaking-dawn-part-1-official-trailer.html' title='Breaking Dawn Part 1 Official Trailer!'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uycOpnYnd5g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-9060171902378984037</id><published>2011-04-30T21:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:41:18.005+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>All I can do is pray..</title><content type='html'>Bonjour! UN telah berakhir... Alhamdullilah lancar:) Tapitapi, banyak yg ngga teliti TT_TT yang bikin nyesek banget tuh udh ngebuletin jawaban yang bener, tapi dihapus dan diganti sm yg salah. Bahasa Inggris yg mustinya 10 nilainya mungkin bisa jadi 9:'( Satu soal sangat berarti kawan.&lt;br /&gt;Kl dipikirin trs bisa stres lama2 jd gila sendiri. Dan ga jadi ikut test RSBI, jangan ditanya kenapa. Sampe skrg masih nyesel ga ikut. Sekarang yg bisa dilakuin cuma berdoa, berdoa, berdoa, optimis.&lt;br /&gt;Allah Maha Adil. Tapi dunia nggak adil. Di dunia msh berlaku hukum rimba. Yg ngga kuat ya bisa mati gt aja. Yang berotak bisa kalah sm yg beruang, yang pinter bisa kalah sm yg beruntung, yg beruntung bisa kalah sm yang licik. Sma cuma sebentar laah 3 thn, yang penting buat kedepannya, buat kuliah. Kalo kuliah keluarga &amp;nbsp;rela deh ngebela-belain :") Minta do'anya ya semua..... suka hopeless sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand say hello to holiday! 1/2 bulan nunggu hasil pengumuman tgl 4 juni. Kalo diitung2 sih H-34 hehe hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Pada liburan kemana pasti seru ya.... Well enjoy ur holiday;) Liburan saya.. tdnya sih berencana ngurung diri di kamar nangis mikirin nem, tapi nggak dehh hehehehe such a waste of time. Hari senin saya bolos sekolah mau pergi ke jakarta;p Wanna meet my old pals and having some FUUUUNNN. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-9060171902378984037?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/9060171902378984037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-i-can-do-is-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/9060171902378984037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/9060171902378984037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-i-can-do-is-pray.html' title='All I can do is pray..'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-8920824854288051075</id><published>2011-04-18T12:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:42:24.591+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>UJIAN NASIONAL 2011</title><content type='html'>Bonjour! Sudah ya post sedih2nya hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kakak2 kelas 12 lagi UN.. Semangat ya semua semoga lulus dan sukses!:)&lt;br /&gt;Sepupu2 jg lagi pd UN, dan minggu depan giliran aku sm sepupu berdua.. Bismillah.&lt;br /&gt;Kerasa cepet banget ya, bakal kangen sm temen2 smp. Sebenci2nya lo pergi ke sekolah buat belajar, tetep aja ngangenin :p Doain ya smg bisa masuk SMA favourite, seengganya sesuai sm keinginan. Semoga angkatan tahun ini bisa lulus dgn nilai yg diinginkan! AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;Minta maaf ya buat semua kesalahan yg pernah dibuat, yg sengaja ataupun engga. Yang pernah disepet, diomongin, dikerjain, diputusin, dimarahin, hihihi maafin ya semua ^^v&lt;br /&gt;Bentar lagi jd rok abu2 deh heheheheee terus kuliah.. terus kerja, terus nikah. HAHAHA jgn cepet tua laaah I wanna be forever young if I can. Well, au revoir! WISH ME LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-8920824854288051075?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/8920824854288051075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/04/ujian-nasional-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8920824854288051075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8920824854288051075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/04/ujian-nasional-2011.html' title='UJIAN NASIONAL 2011'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-6563444503764643205</id><published>2011-04-15T07:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:45:33.971+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ignore this shhhhhhhhhhh*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Can we still be friends?" Can anyone ever truly be friends again after a break up? You give a person your everything. In turn, they learn everything about you, every insignificant fact. But suddenly they disappear. They aren't yours anymore and you are somehow supposed to talk to them.There will be awkward pauses where the "I love you" used to go and the colorful conversations will become dull and painful. And even if years pass, you still won't talk normally because talking to them at all remind you why you fell in love with them in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;peut&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;pardonner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cerveau&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ne me laisse pas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vous&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;oublier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-6563444503764643205?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/6563444503764643205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6563444503764643205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6563444503764643205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='Ignore this shhhhhhhhhhh*t'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4450541562173643453</id><published>2011-04-12T16:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:16:55.753+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Mes nouveaux cheveux.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFbywFiaaEs/TaZ7lXPvhvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oyd0rqWuK6Q/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFbywFiaaEs/TaZ7lXPvhvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oyd0rqWuK6Q/s320/cats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Introducing.... My new hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dipotong karena? Kepanjangan, ketebelan. HHHHH knp punya rambut tebel2 amatsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;lt;----- AFTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GexLz7UJUjo/TaZ74eYsmcI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yQBoEJqnaDA/s1600/76354_1448649144804_1490465554_30935012_7186393_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GexLz7UJUjo/TaZ74eYsmcI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yQBoEJqnaDA/s320/76354_1448649144804_1490465554_30935012_7186393_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;lt;---- BEFORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Beda kaaan? :) Bagus ga.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Abs dipotong pd bilang "Yah kenapa dipotong itu sayang banget".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nah gini aja drpd lo pada protes mending cobain punya rambut kaya gue, susah kan? :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4450541562173643453?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4450541562173643453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/04/mes-nouveaux-cheveux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4450541562173643453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4450541562173643453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/04/mes-nouveaux-cheveux.html' title='Mes nouveaux cheveux.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFbywFiaaEs/TaZ7lXPvhvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oyd0rqWuK6Q/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4651387168832473606</id><published>2011-02-20T10:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:07:09.339+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Those teenage years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXwYviFfk_I/S9TDIKmt1AI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VIeZJegXaWg/s320/tumblr_l1d84x3QhI1qb31vdo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXwYviFfk_I/S9TDIKmt1AI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VIeZJegXaWg/s320/tumblr_l1d84x3QhI1qb31vdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up. &lt;br /&gt;Finding your place at school, lusting after boys, left right and centre. Being something you're not just to fit in. constantly worried what other people think of you. staring naked at yourself. wishing to change the way you look. waiting for texts that will never come. being in love. doing things you really shouldn't be doing. tear stained pillows at night. realising people aren't what they seem and that who you thought were you're friends are not. being left out. finding out that life screws you over big time and nothing is like a fairytale. parents shouting cause you can't do things right. wanting to be loved. laughing so hard it hurts. knowing that let down feeling. loneliness. moving on and leaving things behind. people leaving you behind. no one else knowing what goes through your head but still, you keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past have been hard. there are so many things I wish didn't happen. things I didn't choose or want. there are other things I wish I could go back and change. do it differently now I have learnt my lesson. there are also so many good times that I would go back and do all again. it was complicated. in a good and bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lots of ways I had to grow up quickly but in others I am not ready to grow up yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4651387168832473606?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4651387168832473606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/02/those-teenage-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4651387168832473606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4651387168832473606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/02/those-teenage-years.html' title='Those teenage years.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXwYviFfk_I/S9TDIKmt1AI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VIeZJegXaWg/s72-c/tumblr_l1d84x3QhI1qb31vdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-5829863296383391254</id><published>2011-02-19T20:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:07:30.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>First post in 2011. Hi 2011! :P</title><content type='html'>Hello!! I know I've been such an extremely bad blogger.. Dari thn lalu baru ngepost skrg.&lt;br /&gt;School drives me crazy!! Dgn tugas numpuk, bimbel, pemantapan, ulangan2... Hffff I wish I could dissapear for a few days. Lately, I'm feeling unwell. Kmrn aku abis kena DB untuk yang ketiga kalinya, dan typus :{&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu sakit di rumah dan 4 hari di rawat di RS. Yaudah lah skrg harus sehat haphap ada UN menanti!&lt;br /&gt;Tahun baru kelewat ya ga cerita disini..... Kl mau tau ceritanya bisa baca di blog sepupu aku hahaha here's the link&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diandra-zk.blogspot.com/2011/01/hai-2011.html"&gt;http://diandra-zk.blogspot.com/2011/01/hai-2011.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;;))&lt;br /&gt;LIBURAN KEMARIN SERUUUUU BANGET. Di Jakarta aja sih, tapi jalan-jalan ke kota tua, Museum Bank Indonesia, dan keliling mall, dan tiap hari ngedatengin 711-_- sepupu aku ada yg ketagihan slurpee jadi yaa mumpung lg di jkt. Daaaan ke GBK! nonton pacar aku Irfan Bachdim:** tapi skrg udah ngga timnas lagi ya sedih deh. Ini foto2 dari liburan kmrn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxh6TiEuHw/TV_GomkeRTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bWSAtJ8W3HQ/s1600/DSC06286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxh6TiEuHw/TV_GomkeRTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bWSAtJ8W3HQ/s320/DSC06286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqapBvbZQZc/TV_GwSDKX-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/snutRBEkzgE/s1600/DSC07803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqapBvbZQZc/TV_GwSDKX-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/snutRBEkzgE/s320/DSC07803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLcZ5koTBOQ/TV_GEUwtZRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/M51oMjNyXvw/s1600/DSC07269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLcZ5koTBOQ/TV_GEUwtZRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/M51oMjNyXvw/s320/DSC07269.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qD7oXMyx88Y/TV_HauUCgII/AAAAAAAAAhc/5B22nsqaMZI/s1600/DSC07535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qD7oXMyx88Y/TV_HauUCgII/AAAAAAAAAhc/5B22nsqaMZI/s320/DSC07535.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m53kVFZOZ0o/TV_IBBa8oqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/w4R-s859ENE/s1600/DSC07283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m53kVFZOZ0o/TV_IBBa8oqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/w4R-s859ENE/s320/DSC07283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Itu ada yang di GBK, di Toko Merah (daerah Kota Tua,Jakarta), di Museum Bank Indonesia, ada yang di Plaza Senayan, dan ada yang dirumah:p&lt;br /&gt;I'm having sooooo much fun in this holiday. Jd bikin inget sm liburan dulu di Bali sm sepupu2 aja &amp;lt;3 skrg udh pada sibuk semuanya. Ada yang udah kuliah, ada yg sibuk sendiri, ada yang mau ujian (termasuk gue).&lt;br /&gt;Doain ya 25 April nih!!!!!!!!! Pasti bisa pasti bisa...*tenangin diri sendiri*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-5829863296383391254?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/5829863296383391254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-i-know-ive-been-such-extremely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5829863296383391254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5829863296383391254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-i-know-ive-been-such-extremely.html' title='First post in 2011. Hi 2011! :P'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxh6TiEuHw/TV_GomkeRTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bWSAtJ8W3HQ/s72-c/DSC06286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4563551921762833263</id><published>2010-08-10T08:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:08:12.493+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Marhaban ya Ramadhan :-)</title><content type='html'>Yeay! Alhamdullilah tahun ini msh bisa ikut puasa:-)&lt;br /&gt;Saur bareng,buka bareng sm keluarga&amp;amp;temen-temen.&lt;br /&gt;Pokonya bulan ini harus banget rajin ibadah,krn di bulan ini permintaan apa aja bisa dikabulin asal kita slalu berusaha sm berdoa. Bismillah aja.&lt;br /&gt;Dan terima kasih kpd sekolah udh ngeliburin seminggu :-P walaupun tugas numpuk seenggaknya bisa istirahatin otak bentar hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Please forgive me if there was bad words from my mouth or bad things I've did. Happy fasting ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4563551921762833263?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4563551921762833263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/08/marhaban-ya-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4563551921762833263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4563551921762833263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/08/marhaban-ya-ramadhan.html' title='Marhaban ya Ramadhan :-)'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-6578800097896035993</id><published>2010-08-07T07:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:08:05.277+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Which month were you born in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which month were you born in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JANUARY=PIMP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the centre. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. &lt;br /&gt;Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them MFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEBRUARY=THUG&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.A real speed demon. Has more than one best friend. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCH=GORGEOUS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop dead gorgeous!!! Attractive personality. Very sexy!!. Affectionate &amp;amp; Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Chatterbox! Loves to talk alot! Loves to get their way! . Unbelievable kisser! Easily angered. Very stubborn in the most way possible! Loves to get noticed! Willing to take risks for others. Makes good choices. Has a great fashion sense! Maybe a little too popular with others . Outgoing and crazy at times! Intelligent. Can sometimes be a heartbreaker! Can love as much as possible! Hates insults. Loves compliments! A very big flirt!and quiet the charmer. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. The best in bed out of the other 11 months!! Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.likes to keep theyre crushes kinda secret.pretty much flawless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;APRIL=SEXY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising.. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive.. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and travelling. Systematic.. Hot but has brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAY=LOVER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hella sexy, loves sex n making luv, tends to be SOOOOO hott!! Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUNE =FINEASS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you. You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takesrep pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times.Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JULY=GANGSTA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have a very attractive partner, a wicked hottie. Like somebody with a JUNE brithday. It is also more likely than that you have a massive record collection. When it comes to films, you know how to pick them and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you’ve got the looks for it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUGUST=ATTITUDE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. self control. kind hearted. Self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an “every thing’s peachy” attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of “that someone”. longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by “no pain no gain” caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. “charming” or “beautiful” to everyone. stubborn. curious.. independent. strong willed. a fighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER=PIMP &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the centre. Great in bed. Inner and physical beauty. Doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. A meaningful love life partner. Makes right choices. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Does not harm others. It is all about love and fairness. Easily hurt and hard to recover. Daydreamer and does fullfill. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Knows what to do, to have fun. Unpredictable. Someone to have close to you. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCTOBER=HOTTIE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOVEMBER=SWEETIE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck.. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. having many children. Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DECEMBER=BEAUTY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means ur the most good-looking Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. having many children. Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-6578800097896035993?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/6578800097896035993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/08/which-month-were-you-born-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6578800097896035993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6578800097896035993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/08/which-month-were-you-born-in.html' title='Which month were you born in?'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4064641878739358733</id><published>2010-07-18T16:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:08:17.061+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's a girl thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls aren't going to talk to you first. It’s a girl thing. We don’t like starting the conversation because we like to feel like you want to talk to us. We like to feel like the wait was worth something. We like feeling like you’ve waited for us like we’ve waited for you. But the number one reason we hate talking first is because we hate to seem needy or clingy. That’s why we’re scared. Cause to us, being needy and obsessive just pushes guys away. And no girl wants that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4064641878739358733?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4064641878739358733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-girl-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4064641878739358733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4064641878739358733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-girl-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a girl thing.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-6091093973116146228</id><published>2010-07-11T15:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:55:19.475+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Back to school.....:(</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;Well....2 minggu libur rasanya ga cukup. Apalagi paginya ada final worldcup&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengen sih masuk sekolah ketemu temen-temen... Tapi mls belajar T.T dan kelas bakal dipisah,dan aku ga mau!!! Soalnya udh enak banget sm temen-temen yg sekarang walaupun ada yg nyebelin jg gpplah.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kepisah.. &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;"I'll always remember those moments we spent together"&lt;/span&gt; :---)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liburan? Do nothing. Yang ada? Ngegendutin badan-_-&lt;br /&gt;But at least bisa ngerefresh otak dari angka dan huruf dan buku tebel hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ga kemana-mana,di Bandung aja. Tapi Alhamdullilah:) Sepupu sempet dateng ke Bandung terus main aja di sekitar bandung,bersyu?kur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku kelas 9.&lt;br /&gt;Belajar-belajar-belajar. Jgn ngulang kesalahan waktu sd. Nyantai akhirnya terjebak di SMPN 11 hehehe tapi betah juga sih disana nggak seserem yang dibayangin. Pokonya jgn sampe nem jelek,optimis masuk SMA yg terbaik menurut Allah o:)&lt;br /&gt;Pemantapan;Bimbel:Try Out. Haaaaa I can't face the truth that time passed so fast... Bentar lagi SMA coba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kita masih kecil,kita kepengen cepet-cepet jd dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;Nah sekarang udh besar;dewasa,pengen balik lagi ke masa lalu jd anak kecil-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-6091093973116146228?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/6091093973116146228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6091093973116146228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6091093973116146228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school.....:('/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-3039639615203598575</id><published>2010-07-01T23:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:08:51.783+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Finally I've Watched Twilight Saga:Eclipse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I've Watched...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/4625389678_62c6d7f6ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/4625389678_62c6d7f6ba.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ECLIPSE! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally!:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ga kerasa udh setaun aja terakhir ntn New Moon ngantri di Ciwalk,marah-marah tdnya mau ke jakarta nonton&amp;nbsp; New Moon-_- Padahal kan New Moon biasa aja,lebih rame Twilight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;30 June. Tiap hari ngitung brp hari lagi bakal ada eclipse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss Edward,so much. Terakhir dia main di Remember Me. Tp blm ntn T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Thank God Eclipse udh keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Berhubung kemarin aku ulang tahun...... sepupu pd minta traktir-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alhamdullilah ulang tahun aku pas libur jd temen2 pd ngga minta traktir HAHA lagi nabung nih maaf aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pagi-pagi cek website 21, and......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eclipse blm ada. Tp aneh di ciwalk ada 2 theater dgn nggak ada nama. Aku yakin itu eclipse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yaudah mandi aja,siap-siap pergi sm temen nanti sepupu nyusul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ngantri jam 11.... dapet tiket jam brp coba? Jam 16:35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miris.... nunggu lama. Sisa tinggal duduk di depan banget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Waktu ngantri aku ketemu temen! Sabe&amp;lt;3 udh chat lamaaaaabgt tapi ga ketemu dan senangnya udh ketemu ehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Akhirnya makan di Pizza Hut sm sepupu udh pd dateng sampe jam 4 terus solat dl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eclipse was awesome!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yang pasti lebih rame drpd New Moon. Edward tambah ganteng:** Jacob menang badan doang, no offense team jacob. Yang aku gak suka apa coba di eclipse? Bella's hair. Dia kan pake wig. Jelek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dan banyak kissing scene. Apalagi waktu bella sm jacob aaaaah ga suka-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eclipse aja udh banyak kissing scene,gimana Breaking Dawn nanti coba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Breaking Dawn kan Bella nikah,ngelahirin. GAHHHH can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gatau knp aku suka banget sm Edward,a.ka Robert Pattinson. Idk why. He's just too handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I adore you,always. Rob&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-3039639615203598575?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/3039639615203598575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-ive-watched-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/3039639615203598575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/3039639615203598575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-ive-watched-twilight.html' title='Finally I&apos;ve Watched Twilight Saga:Eclipse!'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/4625389678_62c6d7f6ba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-8085697165687166959</id><published>2010-06-28T13:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:02.946+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm currently 14 years old. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/TC2Fmcc1e1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2tZifu07cBQ/s1600/2452686670_37c439d9cf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/TC2Fmcc1e1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2tZifu07cBQ/s320/2452686670_37c439d9cf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm currently 14 years old. Thanks God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ga kerasa udh 14 tahun lagi,inget bgt dulu muka msh polos rambut keriting acak-acakan. Sekarang? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apapun disyukuri,kurangin ngeluh. Kurangin marah-marah ga jelas. Kurangin kebiasaan buruk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ulang tahun sekarang sih ga minta di rayain. Ga mau nyusahin. Ga mau bikin ribet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ranking 2 aja udh&amp;nbsp; hadiah buat diri sendiri,mama,papa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi kalo minta hadiah sih ada......... pengen dibehel-_- Tapi msh aja blm dikasih sm papa. Sabar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kalo ada rejeki pasti dikasih. Selalu gt alasannya. Baiklah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;28 Juni 2010. Udah masuk hari liburan,sebenernya sih pengen hari sekolah. Biar ketemu temen trs siapa tau ada sesuatu terjadi wkwk tapi yaaaaa sudah lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alhamdullilah ada sepupu-sepupu di bandung. Jd di bandung main aja sm sepupu,nonton,jalan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Biasanya pd ngasih surprise gt kalo ada yg ulang tahun... tp tumben aku nggak. Soalnya jam 12 aku msh bangun dan gak terjadi apa-apa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi ternyata dikasih surprise pas pagi-pagi hahaha sama sepupu,adik,mama,nenek&amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And guess who? Siapa coba yg ngucapin pas jam 12....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dr twitter lgsg banyak banget,sms,bbm,ym,fb jg. Terus ada juga yg tlfn HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aaaaaa senangnya msh pd inget ulang tahun aku:**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walaupun ga ada makan-makan,kado, tp bersyukur aja:")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seneng dan ga seneng msh bisa berumur 14 tahun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't go back to the past,ga bisa berlagak anak kecil. Ga bisa egois. I can't always get what I want. Beda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Semua ini bikin aku introspeksi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tambah umur,tambah rajin solat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tambah umur,tambah dewasa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tambah umur,masalah tambah banyak dan tambah rumit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything's getting complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I want to go back to my childhood,but I have to realize it will not happen anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm a teenager. Stupid teenager. Labil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-8085697165687166959?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/8085697165687166959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-currently-14-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8085697165687166959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8085697165687166959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-currently-14-years-old.html' title='I&apos;m currently 14 years old. :)'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/TC2Fmcc1e1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2tZifu07cBQ/s72-c/2452686670_37c439d9cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4947998180587648023</id><published>2010-06-24T18:28:00.017+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:12.041+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Be grateful.</title><content type='html'>Hi fellas!:)&lt;br /&gt;Bagi rapot hari ini... Degdegdeg. Takut hasilnya jelek,takut ga naik kelas,takut ga rangking 1 lagi,takut semuanya=_= Tinggal berdoa sm pasrah.&lt;br /&gt;Malemnya udh rencana mau tahajud HAHAHA tapi sayang sekali ga kebangun hiks.&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya semester sekarang aku kaya yang tambah males dan ga ngerti  pelajaran matematika-_- &lt;br /&gt;Hasilnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rank 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih ngga sih. Antara sedih dan ngga. Karena dari kelas 7 ranking 1  terus sampe kls 8 smt 1 dan sekarang turun.&lt;br /&gt;Nilai naik sih ngga nyangka matematika aku bisa diatas 8 sama ipa  bisa 90 alhamdullilah banget, tapi ternyata temenku ada yg lebih soalnya  waktu ulangan umum nyempet sakit kan sampe 3 hari tapi ttp belajar  terus jd kepaksa gtdeh&lt;br /&gt;Intinya aku switch,tukeran tmpt sm temenku yg ranking 2 tadinya dia  rank2 skrg jd rank 1 deh.&lt;br /&gt;Yang bikin lega mama ga marah soalnya yg penting itu solat. :D&lt;br /&gt;Mending dikasihtau aku nurun sih sekarang drpd puas terus ntar kls 9  jd nyantei karena kan yang penting hasil akhir sma mananya.&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah deh kls 9 mau tambah rajin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4947998180587648023?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4947998180587648023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-grateful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4947998180587648023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4947998180587648023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-grateful.html' title='Be grateful.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-3972361447888235157</id><published>2010-06-15T17:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:19.358+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>I've been addicted to glee.</title><content type='html'>Hai semua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2u9v7HGWd1qzj92io1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2u9v7HGWd1qzj92io1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Now I've been addicted to glee.&lt;br /&gt;Another television series from star world or fox!&lt;br /&gt;Glee is so awesome! The stories tell us about a high-school Spanish teacher becomes the director of the school's Glee club, hoping to restore it to its former glory. &lt;br /&gt;Bakal banyak banget konflik di kelompok glee, dan lagunya itu enak-enak banget.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is,cast of glee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dianna Agron as Quinn Fabray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Colfer as Kurt Hummel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cory Monteith as Finn Hudson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lea Michele as Rachel Berry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kevin McHale as Artie Abrams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amber Riley as Mercedes Jones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jane Lynch as Sue Sylvester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matthew Morrison as Will Schuester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenna Ushkowitz as Tina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark Sailing as Noah Puckerman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Naya Rivera as Santana Lopez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heather Morris as Brittany&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And many more.&lt;br /&gt;You can watch this tv series on starworld every wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite cast of glee is Quinn Fabray! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Dia itu kapten cheers&amp;amp;ketua kelompok virgin gitu tapi sayangnya dia hamil,dan sejak hamil popularitasnya turun dan dia gabung sm glee club. Tapi sejak dia ada di glee,dia jd sosok yg kayanya tuh paling sabar,cantik lagi iri. Nanti dibahas lagi deh. ohya Glee itu pemenang di&amp;nbsp; globe golden awards,as the best television series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-3972361447888235157?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/3972361447888235157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-addicted-to-glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/3972361447888235157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/3972361447888235157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-addicted-to-glee.html' title='I&apos;ve been addicted to glee.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-2177089092615080383</id><published>2010-06-13T16:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:45.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>25 Things You Should Know About Other People</title><content type='html'>1. Most people hide their suffering better than you think, you pass dozens of people a day on the street without any idea how well they’re wearing their tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People’s names are the sweetest sounds they hear. You should make a point of being good at learning and using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People love to spread their misery around, but not as much as they enjoy being lifted out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being young is not in and of itself an achievement. Neither is being beautiful. But people often treat you as if they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For a lot of people, music is a reflection of who they are and their relationship to life. Remember that before insulting someone’s favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Golden Age never existed. People are always trying to get back to a time when things were simpler and better. The world was a far more dangerous place fifty years ago, especially if you were black or a woman or gay or diagnosed with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Most people, whatever their choice of profession, feel like complete novices that are about to be found out as frauds and fakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Most people love quite helplessly, despite what they would have you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Show me the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’ll show you a man who’s bored with taking her to bed. Show me the most devoted husband, and I’ll show you a woman who feels that he’s just not doing enough. A lot of people are never satisfied because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Most people have no idea what they want out of life, let alone how to get it. Most others are still waiting for someone to give them permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whatever it is about yourself that you’re trying to hide, it’s usually the first thing someone else notices about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You should call your mother and tell her you love her. Like most women who decide to marry and have children or help take care of a dying parent, she probably sacrificed a lot of her dreams to be there for you, and she wishes that you appreciated her more for it. Susan Boyle represented this demographic powerfully, but for every one of her, was a woman like your mother who will never get that standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you tell a man about your problems, he assumes you want some sort of help or advice. If you tell a woman about your problems, she assumes you simply want a shoulder to cry on. Women rarely want to be told what to do about a problem, and men rarely want to be coddled through a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Creative people thrive on feedback. You can never give them enough of it, and you will endear yourselves to them mightily if you do it frequently, thoughtfully, and honestly. They understand far better than most think, the value of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For most people religion is a social commitment more than a spiritual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A lot of people who consider themselves intelligent can’t properly label all the states on a map, or all the countries in Europe, let alone Africa or the Middle East. Most couldn’t list off the ten commandments, five pilars, or the amendments of the Constitution, and feel that politics are too complicated to bother with understanding, let alone talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A lot of Christians have never, and will never, read the Bible. Most of them will conduct their lives exactly as they would if they’d never attended a single church service. It is nearly impossible to tell a Christian from an atheist by their actions alone. Both Christians and atheists will probably find the previous statement offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. For nearly every crazy idea, you can find a fully credentialed scientist who will back it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. People are more frequently kind and compassionate than they are fooled by our manipulations or lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Life often works in reverse. People treat strangers more politely than their family or friends. People will ask a friend’s band to play their party for free, will call their best girlfriend to come over and cut their hair without a thought to payment, but would never dream of calling a mechanic they found in the phonebook and asking them to donate their time and labor to fix a broken down car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Everyone has done something they would be desperately embarrassed for anyone else to know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Never joke with a man about his sexual performance, and never joke with a woman about her appearance. No matter how much they make fun of these things in themselves, never, never do it for them. They may laugh along with you, but you’ve just driven a tiny needle into their brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Most women get married because they want to have a wedding, most men get married because they are ready to settle down with a woman for the rest of their lives. Women, statistically speaking are more likely to suffer clinical depression if married, and initiate upwards of 80% of all divorces citing irreconcilable differences. People expect a significant other to change their lives and make them happy without any conception of how this change will take place. Sort of like assuming a college degree is going to guarantee you security in life without ever thinking of how this can be practically possible. I call this the “If you build it, they will come” approach to romance and one out of every two times it ends in divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Most people are worried they’re not having as much fun as they should be. This usually makes men cheat and women nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When you insult or offend someone, always admit it and apologize promptly, even if it wasn’t your intention or you had no idea. It is always better to be a penitent villain than to appear so socially inept as to not recognize when you’ve hurt the people around you. An evil genius is someone to bring to your side, a blundering fool is someone to keep as far away from you as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:Tumblr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-2177089092615080383?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/2177089092615080383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/25-things-you-should-know-about-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2177089092615080383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2177089092615080383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/25-things-you-should-know-about-other.html' title='25 Things You Should Know About Other People'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-7368606971800254025</id><published>2010-06-12T16:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:50.027+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>Puisi Habibie Untuk Ibu Sri Ainun Habibie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l329f2LEh71qakg5z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l329f2LEh71qakg5z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sebenarnya ini bukan tentang kematianmu, bukan itu.&lt;br /&gt;Karena, aku tahu bahwa semua yang ada pasti menjadi tiada pada akhirnya,&lt;br /&gt;dan kematian adalah sesuatu yang pasti,&lt;br /&gt;dan kali ini adalah giliranmu untuk pergi, aku sangat tahu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang membuatku tersentak sedemikian hebat,&lt;br /&gt;adalah kenyataan bahwa kematian benar-benar dapat memutuskan kebahagiaan dalam&lt;br /&gt;diri seseorang, sekejap saja, lalu rasanya mampu membuatku menjadi nelangsa&lt;br /&gt;setengah mati, hatiku seperti tak di tempatnya, dan tubuhku serasa kosong&lt;br /&gt;melompong, hilang isi.&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu sayang, rasanya seperti angin yang tiba-tiba hilang berganti kemarau&lt;br /&gt;gersang.&lt;br /&gt;Pada airmata yang jatuh kali ini, aku selipkan salam perpisahan panjang,&lt;br /&gt;pada kesetiaan yang telah kau ukir, pada kenangan pahit manis selama kau ada,&lt;br /&gt;aku bukan hendak megeluh, tapi rasanya terlalu sebentar kau disini.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka mengira aku lah kekasih yang baik bagimu sayang,&lt;br /&gt;tanpa mereka sadari, bahwa kaulah yang menjadikan aku kekasih yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;mana mungkin aku setia padahal memang kecenderunganku adalah mendua, tapi kau&lt;br /&gt;ajarkan aku kesetiaan, sehingga aku setia, kau ajarkan aku arti cinta, sehingga&lt;br /&gt;aku mampu mencintaimu seperti ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan,&lt;br /&gt;Kau dari-Nya, dan kembali pada-Nya,&lt;br /&gt;kau dulu tiada untukku, dan sekarang kembali tiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan sayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya mataku, penyejuk jiwaku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calon bidadari surgaku ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJ.HABIBIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-7368606971800254025?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/7368606971800254025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/puisi-habibie-untuk-ibu-sri-ainun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7368606971800254025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7368606971800254025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/puisi-habibie-untuk-ibu-sri-ainun.html' title='Puisi Habibie Untuk Ibu Sri Ainun Habibie'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-1152800096058103944</id><published>2010-06-11T16:16:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:55.792+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>Mtv Movie Awards 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mtvatmovies.mtvnimages.com/images/400x300/ma-2010-mtv-movie-awards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://mtvatmovies.mtvnimages.com/images/400x300/ma-2010-mtv-movie-awards.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh It's already 2010. Last year I remember I post this too, about mtv movie awards 2009. And the winner of best kiss is &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart &lt;/span&gt;;3&lt;br /&gt;Idk why I can't stop adoring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Here all the winners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning – ‘The Runaways’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson – ‘The Twilight Saga: New  Moon’&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds – ‘The Proposal’&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner – ‘Valentine’s Day’&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Saldana and Sam Worthington – ‘Avatar’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Beyoncé Knowles vs. Ali Larter – ‘Obsessed’&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman and Liev Schreiber vs. Ryan Reynolds – ‘X-Men Origins:  Wolverine’&lt;br /&gt;Logan Lerman vs. Jake Abel – ‘Percy Jackson And The Olympians: The  Lightning Thief’&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr. vs. Mark Strong – ‘Sherlock Holmes’&lt;br /&gt;Sam Worthington vs. Stephen Lang – ‘Avatar’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Villain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christoph Waltz – ‘Inglourious Basterds’&lt;br /&gt;Helena Bonham Carter – ‘Alice In Wonderland’&lt;br /&gt;Ken Jeong – ‘The Hangover’&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Lang – ‘Avatar’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Tom Felton – ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best WTF Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty White – ‘The Proposal’&lt;br /&gt;Bill Murray – ‘Zombieland’&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Lucas – ‘Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Ken Jeong – ‘The Hangover’&lt;br /&gt;Megan Fox – ‘Jennifer’s Body’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest Badass Star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;br /&gt;Chris Pine&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Rain&lt;br /&gt;Sam Worthington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Scared-As-S**t Performance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison Lohman – ‘Drag Me to Hell’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Amanda Seyfried – ‘Jennifer’s Body’&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Eisenberg – ‘Zombieland’&lt;br /&gt;Katie Featherston – ‘Paranormal Activity’&lt;br /&gt;Sharlto Copley – ‘District 9′&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Breakout Star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Anna Kendrick – ‘Up in the Air’&lt;br /&gt;Chris Pine – ‘Star Trek’&lt;br /&gt;Gabourey Sidibe – ‘Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire’&lt;br /&gt;Logan Lerman – ‘Percy Jackson And The Olympians: The Lightning Thief’&lt;br /&gt;Quinton Aaron – ‘The Blind Side’&lt;br /&gt;Zach Galifianakis – ‘The Hangover’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Female Performance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Seyfried – ‘Dear John’&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson – ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Kristen Stewart – ‘The Twilight Saga: New Moon’&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock – ‘The Blind Side’&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Saldana – ‘Avatar’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Male Performance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channing Tatum – ‘Dear John’&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe – ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Robert Pattinson – ‘The Twilight Saga: New Moon’&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner – ‘The Twilight Saga: New Moon’&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron – ‘17 Again’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Comedic Performance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stiller – ‘Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian’&lt;br /&gt;Bradley Cooper – ‘The Hangover’&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Reynolds – ‘The Proposal’&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock – ‘The Proposal’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Zach Galifianakis – ‘The Hangover’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Global Superstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Alice In Wonderland’&lt;br /&gt;‘Avatar’&lt;br /&gt;‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’&lt;br /&gt;‘The Hangover’&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: ‘The Twilight Saga: New Moon’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight saga cast got 5 awards!&lt;br /&gt;And here it is the picture of the winner of best kiss! ;"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l406qtToX41qa0g29o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l406qtToX41qa0g29o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robert Pattinson &amp;amp; Kristen Stewart! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-1152800096058103944?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/1152800096058103944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/mtv-movie-awards-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1152800096058103944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1152800096058103944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/06/mtv-movie-awards-2010.html' title='Mtv Movie Awards 2010'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-8600791117243593053</id><published>2010-03-12T16:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:09:59.996+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>Agyness Deyn Falls Twice During Haiti Relief Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2010/02/agyness-deyn-falling-fashion-week-hope-for-haiti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2010/02/agyness-deyn-falling-fashion-week-hope-for-haiti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agyness Deyn Falls Twice During Haiti Relief Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agyness Deyn takes a tumble while walking the runway at fellow model Naomi Campbell’s Fashion For Relief Haiti event during Mercedes-Benz NY Fashion Week at Bryant Park’s The Tent on Friday (February 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 26-year-old British model lost balance while strutting the catwalk in Burberry platform shoes, which have 7″ heels. Like a trooper, she got right back up and did a curtsey… only to fall again. Finally, Aggy took her shoes off and walked barefoot for the rest of the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours after the incident, Aggy tweeted, “1st show of fashion week! Took a tumble! Got up! Fell again. Should have stayed down the 1st time. Twice! WTF! Ouch my knees!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the show, Aggy was also seen walking the catwalk in a red hot creation from The Blonds. (Rihanna wore a very similar dress last November.) Watch the video below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KF-ND3Jby0Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=de_DE&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/KF-ND3Jby0Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=de_DE&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8600791117243593053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2010/03/agyness-deyn-falls-twice-during-haiti.html' title='Agyness Deyn Falls Twice During Haiti Relief Show'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-3895920029639595463</id><published>2010-03-11T17:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:10:04.942+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Eclipse Trailer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-8874085104158930160</id><published>2009-12-04T18:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:10:10.308+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Best Moments in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku4kfhdd3v1qzrk5xo1_400.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing till your stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoying a ride down the country side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Listening to your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to sleep listening to the rain pouring outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting out of the shower and wrapping yourself with a warm, fuzzy towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Passing your final exams with good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Being part of an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Finding some money in some old pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sharing a wonderful dinner with all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Laughing without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ‘Accidentally’ hearing someone say somthing good about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Watching the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Listening to a song that reminds you of an important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Receiving or giving your first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Feeling this movement in your body when seeing this ‘special’ someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Having a great time with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seeing the one you love happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Wearing the shirt of a person you love and smelling his/her perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Visiting an old friend of yours and remembering great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hearing some telling you ’I LOVE YOU’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-8874085104158930160?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/8874085104158930160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-moments-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8874085104158930160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8874085104158930160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-moments-in-life.html' title='The Best Moments in Life'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-6147882730976899765</id><published>2009-12-01T17:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:10:14.742+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>101 ways to show you love somebody</title><content type='html'>1. Tell the other person that you love them&lt;br /&gt;2. Give or get a hug&lt;br /&gt;3. Make sure the other person feels important and respected&lt;br /&gt;4. Kiss when people are looking&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss when people aren’t looking&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell the other person that you care&lt;br /&gt;7. Hold hands&lt;br /&gt;8. Go for a long bike ride&lt;br /&gt;9. Give a special present&lt;br /&gt;10. Be there when they need a friend&lt;br /&gt;11. Spend time together&lt;br /&gt;12. Go to see a film&lt;br /&gt;13. Walk arm in arm in the woods&lt;br /&gt;14. Make a special tape of love songs&lt;br /&gt;15. Talk about your feelings&lt;br /&gt;16. Share dreams with each other&lt;br /&gt;17. Snuggle up together&lt;br /&gt;18. Sit together in the park&lt;br /&gt;19. Take a walk together&lt;br /&gt;20. Go out for a meal&lt;br /&gt;21. Have a picnic&lt;br /&gt;22. Play a game of frisbee&lt;br /&gt;23. Give compliments&lt;br /&gt;24. Relax in a jacuzzi&lt;br /&gt;25. Go swimming&lt;br /&gt;26. Just be close&lt;br /&gt;27. Go shopping for food&lt;br /&gt;28. Cook a meal together&lt;br /&gt;29. Touch each other in a loving way&lt;br /&gt;30. Do homework together&lt;br /&gt;31. Plan and go on a trip together&lt;br /&gt;32. Throw a party together&lt;br /&gt;33. Bake a cake&lt;br /&gt;34. Go to the library&lt;br /&gt;35. Browse in a museum&lt;br /&gt;36. Just be there&lt;br /&gt;37. Find out what’s special for the other person - and do it&lt;br /&gt;38. Exercise together&lt;br /&gt;39. Gaze at each other&lt;br /&gt;40. Wash each other’s cars (or bikes !)&lt;br /&gt;41. Go fishing&lt;br /&gt;42. Talk to each other&lt;br /&gt;43. Listen to worries&lt;br /&gt;44. Cut each other’s toenails&lt;br /&gt;45. Choose a special favourite song&lt;br /&gt;46. Listen to joys&lt;br /&gt;47. Hold one another close&lt;br /&gt;48. Catch their eye&lt;br /&gt;49. Write one another letters&lt;br /&gt;50. Talk on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;51. Trust one another&lt;br /&gt;52. Give or receive a ring&lt;br /&gt;53. Meet each other’s family&lt;br /&gt;54. Go hiking together&lt;br /&gt;55. Make sacrifices for each other&lt;br /&gt;56. Send chocolates&lt;br /&gt;57. Respect each other&lt;br /&gt;58. Go for a moonlight walk&lt;br /&gt;59. Hide a love note where the other will find it&lt;br /&gt;60. Give each other sexy looks&lt;br /&gt;61. Write a poem&lt;br /&gt;62. Send flowers&lt;br /&gt;63. Eat dinner by candlelight&lt;br /&gt;64. Go to a concert&lt;br /&gt;65. Watch the sunrise together&lt;br /&gt;66. Remember anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;67. Give each other pet names&lt;br /&gt;68. Go sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;69. Rent a video&lt;br /&gt;70. Do things for each other without being asked&lt;br /&gt;71. Propose marriage&lt;br /&gt;72. Whisper something nice into the other’s ear&lt;br /&gt;73. Be best friends&lt;br /&gt;74. Have fun together&lt;br /&gt;75. Go out dancing&lt;br /&gt;76. Play music together&lt;br /&gt;77. Flirt with each other&lt;br /&gt;78. Laugh at something funny together&lt;br /&gt;79. Be faithful&lt;br /&gt;80. Impress each other&lt;br /&gt;81. Make a list of things you like about each other&lt;br /&gt;82. Read a book and discuss it&lt;br /&gt;83. Meet each other’s friends&lt;br /&gt;84. Go horse riding&lt;br /&gt;85. Cook each other’s favourite food&lt;br /&gt;86. Find out what makes each other happy&lt;br /&gt;87. Make presents for each other&lt;br /&gt;88. Wash each other’s hair&lt;br /&gt;89. Watch the sunset&lt;br /&gt;90. Go for a bus trip&lt;br /&gt;91. Have a request played on the radio&lt;br /&gt;92. Send a funny card&lt;br /&gt;93. Share your plans for the future&lt;br /&gt;94. Play footsie&lt;br /&gt;95. Share private jokes&lt;br /&gt;96. Think about each other&lt;br /&gt;97. Find out what makes the other sad&lt;br /&gt;98. Go skating&lt;br /&gt;99. Swap rings&lt;br /&gt;100. Share an ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;101. Have your picture taken together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-6147882730976899765?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/6147882730976899765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/12/101-ways-to-show-you-love-somebody.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6147882730976899765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6147882730976899765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/12/101-ways-to-show-you-love-somebody.html' title='101 ways to show you love somebody'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-1270998807340776705</id><published>2009-11-28T17:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:10:45.957+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Finally ..</title><content type='html'>Yes finally!&lt;br /&gt;Finally bisa nonton new moon! :) But I think ko lbh rame twilight drpd new moon. Kaya garing gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;But finally I can watch my boyfriend's movie (read: Robert Pattinson &amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;Weird,sekarang pada suka sm Jacob. Mungkin gara-gara rambut dipotong dan di New Moon lebih sering scene yang ada Jacob.Sekarang tinggal nunggu Eclipse,30 June 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-1270998807340776705?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/1270998807340776705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1270998807340776705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1270998807340776705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally ..'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-521794293714564182</id><published>2009-11-19T17:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:11:46.001+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sweetest Conversation</title><content type='html'>Girl &amp;amp; Boy have been best friends ever since pre-school..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: We're best friends right?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So be honest with me, who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No one. I love someone.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ohh, she must be very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Definately. I've loved her ever since I met her.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Really? Well, since we're best friends, I wanna meet her. Go call her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;*Boy takes out his phone, dials her number and phones her*&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Wait, hold on I think I'm getting a call.&lt;br /&gt;*Answers the phone*&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-521794293714564182?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/521794293714564182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/521794293714564182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/521794293714564182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-sweet.html' title='Sweetest Conversation'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-944421462132852184</id><published>2009-10-20T19:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:11:51.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fyi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kra8a9uQli1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" width="359" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krqiv44ZVW1qzz2moo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&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/6779349285498172976-944421462132852184?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/944421462132852184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-so-you-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/944421462132852184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/944421462132852184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-so-you-know.html' title='Fyi'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-1097905121100828409</id><published>2009-10-17T16:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:11:57.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh205/poofybdg/sma3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh205/poofybdg/sma3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nama&lt;b&gt; Nancy &lt;/b&gt;mungkin sudah tidak asing lagi untuk para warga &lt;b&gt;SMA 3 dan SMA 5&lt;/b&gt;, terutama bagi mereka angkatan tahun 90-an baik siswa siswinya maupun bagi staf pengajar dan staf sekolah. Dari sekian banyak cewek di dua sekolah tersebut bisa dikatakan Nancy-lah cewek yang selalu dibicarakan dari tahun ke tahun, hingga sekarang ketika Nancy tentu sudah tidak muda lagi tetap tidak sedikit anak SMA yang ingin bertemu dengannya, terutama mereka yang membutuhkan wahana untuk menguji nyali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut beberapa orang, pengalaman bertemu dengan Nancy sangat sulit untuk dilupakan. Efek-efek yang ditimbulkan biasanya dimulai dari muringkaknya bulu kuduk diikuti dengan ketakutan yang sangat dahsyat yang menyebabkan badan gemetar. Sementara efek penutupnya biasanya bervariasi bergantung pada karakter korban, kalau korban ternyata berbakat menjadi pelari cepat mungkin sekali dia akan langsung kabur menjauhi TKP, sedangkan apabila korban agak kurang sensitif (baca: lemot) mungkin dia akan diam di tempat dengan mulut komat kamit mengucapkan segala macam doa yang bisa dia ingat, sedangkan kalau korban termasuk pada tipe yang pasrah dan tawakal mungkin sekali dia akan langsung jatuh pingsan, pasrah dan berserah diri, terserah Nancy aja deh mau ngapain dia selama dia pingsan. Sungguh suatu metode yang cepat, mudah dan murah untuk menentukan minat dan bakat seseorang, walaupun dengan keamanan dan keakuratan hasil yang tidak terjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut seorang teman yang bisa ‘melihat’, konon penampilan si Nancy ini untuk ukuran kaum lelembut seperti Tamara Bleszynski-nya. Si pemudi N ini (entah nama sebenarnya atau bukan) adalah seorang none Belanda yang bunuh diri sebelum tahun 50an dengan cara menjatuhkan diri di tangga dekat aula depan sekolah. Pemunculan Nancy biasanya di sekitar tangga tersebut, berjalan (atau melayang?) dari bagian atas tangga dengan darah mengalir dari salah satu sudut bibirnya. Adapun penyebab dia bunuh diri masih merupakan tanda tanya, ada yang bilang dia jatuh cinta pada seorang pemuda Inlander tapi hubungan asmara ini ditentang oleh keluarganya sehingga dia pun putus asa dan mengakhiri hidup. Ada juga yang bilang dia diperkosa kemudian bunuh diri. Tapi apapun penyebabnya, kini Nancy sudah menjadi penghuni ‘gelap’ Jl.Belitung no.8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kali saya mendengar kisah tentang Nancy adalah sekitar tahun 89-an dari kakak saya yang bersekolah di SMA 3. Cukup banyak juga kehebohan yang ditimbulkan Nancy ketika itu, yang paling saya ingat adalah tentang pemunculan Nancy di depan seorang guru wanita. Alkisah ketika itu sudah banyak cerita tentang keangkeran SMA 3 dan SMA 5 sehingga baik guru maupun siswa enggan berlama-lama di sekolah jika hari sudah mulai gelap. Nah, guru tersebut rupanya keasyikan bekerja sehingga lupa waktu, sadar sadar ketika hari sudah gelap dan sekolah sudah sepi. Sang ibu guru yang tidak membawa kendaraan dan juga takut untuk pulang sendiri naik angkot akhirnya menelepon anak lelakinya untuk minta dijemput. Ketika itu belum musim handphone sehingga Sang ibu harus menelepon dari telepon umum yang terletak di aula persis di seberang tangga. Pembicaraan berjalan lancar sampai suatu waktu dimana si ibu tidak juga menjawab ketika dipanggil-panggil oleh anaknya. Kira-kira setengah jam kemudian si anak dengan perasaan khawatir sampai di sekolah dan menemukan ibunya sudah tak sadarkan diri di dalam boks telepon umum. Ceunah mah, ketika percakapan telepon itu berlangsung si Nancy melakukan penampakan persis di depan sang ibu bahkan menghampiri beliau sehingga beliau langsung pingsan saat itu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama Nancy tidak bisa dipisahkan dari sosok Mang Ucha, pengurus sekolah yang sekaligus merupakan kuncen. Menurut cerita anak Pramuka angkatan 92-an, mereka sering harus meminta bantuan Mang Ucha untuk ‘mengamankan’ Nancy agar tidak mengganggu kegiatan Pramuka yang kebetulan bertempat di lantai atas dan malam hari pula. Begitu juga menurut unit kegiatan lain yang sering mengadakan uji keberanian ‘Jurit Malam’ seperti Keamanan Sekolah. Menurut mereka ketika maghrib Mang Ucha sudah mulai memindahkan Nancy dari tempat peraduannya di lantai atas ke tempat lain yang relatif lebih ‘aman’ yaitu ke sekitar WC putri di bagian belakang SMA 3. Disanalah Nancy harus menghabiskan malam dengan se-krat bir sebagai ‘sesajen’. Duh, hantu kok suka mabuk sih, kirain pendekar doang yang suka mabuk. Tapi jangan salah, syarat ini harus dipenuhi sebab kalau tidak, bisa-bisa teteh Nancy mengamuk seperti yang –kalau saya tidak salah sih- pernah terjadi tahun 90-an dan menyebabkan beberapa orang panitia kesurupan. Tapi kealpaan seperti ini tidak pernah terjadi lagi kok, jadi jangan ragu untuk datang ke acara-acara SMA 3 atau SMA 5 ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita-cerita angker di bangunan Jl.Belitung no.8 tidak hanya bersubyek Nancy saja, ada juga cerita-cerita poltergeist atau tokoh-tokoh lain seperti pastor dan perwira Belanda yang sebenarnya mungkin juga merupakan teman sepermainan Nancy. Di sekitar awal tahun 90-an misalnya, tersebutlah seorang Kepala Sekolah SMA 5 yang tentu sangat berdedikasi sebab beliau masih bekerja walaupun hari sudah malam, atau bisa jadi dia Kepala Sekolah baru jadi belum tahu tentang cerita-cerita dari balik dinding sekolah. Pokoknya beliau sedang asyik bekerja ketika dia mendengar suara tangisan perempuan dari lantai atas. Wah kasihan, kata beliau dalam hati, pasti itu siswi yang menangis karena putus cinta. Dengan itikad baik menenangkan hati sang siswi, Bapak Kepsek menghentikan pekerjaannya mengetik dan naik ke lantai atas. Ternyata di lantai atas sudah gelap gulita dan jagoan kita tidak menemukan siapapun. Di tengah keheningan dia mendengar bunyi mesin tik dari lantai bawah. Ngajak becanda dia, pikir Pak Kepsek  sambil turun ke lantai bawah mendekati suara mesin tik yang ternyata bersumber dari ruangannya sendiri. Tapi apa yang terjadi saudara-saudara? Ketika Pak Kepsek membuka pintu ternyata tidak ada siapapun yang menjalankan mesin tik itu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam itu sebuah nama bergema di lorong-lorong sekolah: “MANG UCHAAAA…!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita yang akan saya paparkan berikut ini terjadi pada angkatan 91 dan lumayan heboh karena saksi matanya tidak hanya satu dua orang tapi 40-an orang alias sekelas. Jadi ceritanya anak-anak kelas ini masuk siang sehingga banyak ruangan yang kosong, lalu mereka semua kompakan pindah ruangan ke kelas di lantai atas. Supaya guru yang akan mengajar tidak mencari-cari maka dikirimlah ketua kelas untuk memberitahu. Setengah jam berlalu tapi guru yang mengajar belum juga datang, sementara anak-anak memanfaatkan waktu kosong dengan bermain gapleh, ketepel, gigitaran dan permainan kreatif lainnya. Tiba-tiba saja sang Guru datang dengan wajah merah padam bersama seorang guru lain, lalu dengan suara menggelegar beliau mendamprat anak-anak habis-habisan. Rupanya sudah setengah jam beliau mencari anak-anak ke semua kelas termasuk ke kelas-kelas di lantai atas tapi tidak menemukan mereka, bahkan beliau sampai meminta bantuan guru lain untuk mencari. Kontan 40 murid kebingungan karena mereka yakin sekali mereka tidak kemana-mana, lagipula menurut mereka dengan semua keributan yang mereka timbulkan mana mungkin sih si guru tidak mendengar. Tapi kisah ini berakhir dengan hukum jemur untuk para siswa yang mungkin sampai sekarang masih tetap merasa tidak bersalah. Hmm, sebenarnya itu mata dan telinga guru yang ‘ditutup’ atau 40 anak yang ‘ditutup’ ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah berikut ini terjadi pada anak-anak Keluarga Paduan Angklung (KPA) SMA 3 juga di awal tahun 90-an. Untuk menyempurnakan penampilan mereka anak-anak KPA ini rajin sekali berlatih. Ketika itu mereka sedang latihan di salah satu kelas di lantai atas, waktu menunjukkan sekitar pukul 3 tapi di luar langit sudah agak gelap karena mendung. Entah kenapa semua jendela ditutup rapat dan dikunci dari dalam begitu pun dengan satu-satunya pintu. Tiba-tiba saja, entah angin dari mana, dengan suara hentakan keras semua jendela dan pintu terbuka lebar. Sontak semua orang kaget termasuk para pelatih yang sudah berumur. Gimana ga kaget, lah ga ada angin ga ada hujan kok bisa-bisanya jendela yang tadinya dikunci bisa terbuka? Tapi dasar anak-anak, dalam suasana mencekam begitu masih saja ada yang becanda dan berkomentar: “Angin dalam..” Mungkin saja sih ‘penghuni lain’ sekolah merasa terganggu dengan aktivitas anak-anak ini dan memutuskan untuk unjuk gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak hanya itu cerita dari KPA 3, pernah suatu waktu mereka sedang berkumpul di lapangan parkir motor untuk latihan, seharusnya latihan sudah dimulai sejak 15 menit yang lalu tapi berhubung anak yang bertanggung jawab membawa kunci markas KPA belum juga datang jadi latihan terpaksa diundur. Mendadak Bapak berinisial R, Bapak Kepsek ketika itu, menghampiri dan menegur mereka karena dianggap telah mengganggu ketertiban jalannya UMPTN tadi pagi dengan berlatih angklung keras-keras. Menurut Bapak R ketika UMPTN sedang berlangsung banyak sekali komplain dari peserta karena bunyi-bunyian angklung yang sangat mengganggu. Jadi Bapak R berasumsi bahwa KPA 3 sedang latihan, tapi ketika didatangi ke markasnya ruangan itu sudah dikunci dan Bapak R menduga anak-anak sudah pada pulang. Jelas anak-anak jadi bingung karena sejak tadi latihan belum dimulai, pintu ruangan saja belum dibuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara-suara gaduh yang ga jelas asal-usulnya juga pernah terjadi pada angkatan 72. Tersebutlah beberapa orang anak yang baru selesai latihan badminton jam ½ 5an sedang duduk-duduk mengaso di dekat kolam tengah SMA 3 ketika terdengar suara-suara ribut seperti meja didorong-dorong dari bangunan sayap depan sekolah. Anak-anak yang tak kenal takut ini menghampiri satu kelas dan menemukan meja dan kursi dalam keadaan berantakan, ada meja parkir di atas meja, ada meja berdiri vertikal, pokoknya mah ga jelaslah susunan dan aturannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong-ngomong soal kolam di tengah SMA 3, gosipnya sih dulu, entah kapan, pernah ada anak balita pengurus sekolah yang meninggal tenggelam di kolam itu. Katanya sih sejak kejadian itu daerah sekitar kolam jadi agak angker, tapi selama ini sih ga ada cerita penampakan anak kecil di Belitung 8, lagian anak kecil apalagi balita gitu kan belum ada dosanya ya, kan kasian banget kalo jadi menghantui. Selain di areal kolam SMA 3 daerah di bawah tangga SMA 5 juga terasa seram, katanya sih di ruangan bawah tangga tersebut -dulu WC Putri sekarang dialihfungsikan menjadi ruang stensil- pernah ada siswi yang gantung diri karena hamil di luar nikah. Kebenaran cerita ini sih belum bisa dibuktikan, tapi memang kalau kita berjalan di dekat situ kalau kata orang Sunda sih agak-agak keueung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu hal yang unik dari dunia perhantuan Belitung 8 adalah konon katanya mereka suka memperlihatkan diri pada orang-orang yang memang ingin melihat mereka alias nantang. Hal ini dibuktikan di tahun 90-an oleh 15 orang siswa. Pada suatu malam mereka sengaja berkumpul di sekolah dengan niat ingin membuktikan keberadaan para penunggunya. Sekitar pukul 23 mereka berbaris satu-satu berjalan ke salah satu tempat paling angker, laboratorium kimia SMA 3. Lab yang kebetulan tidak dikunci itu gelap gulita dan awalnya mereka tidak bisa melihat apa-apa, tapi begitu mata mereka terbiasa dengan kegelapan 3 orang siswa yang berbaris paling depan menangkap sebentuk bayangan hitam menyerupai orang berbadan besar sedang duduk di tengah ruangan menghadap meja. Walaupun tidak jelas itu apa atau siapa –bisa jadi sebenarnya itu orang loh- tapi 3 orang tersebut langsung berteriak dan mengambil langkah seribu, 12 orang sisanya –yang sama sekali tidak melihat apa-apa- jadi gehgeran dan ikut kabur mengikuti pendahulunya sambil bertanya-tanya ada apa. Sesampainya mereka di tempat aman –kantin sekolah- 3 orang tadi langsung bercerita tentang apa yang baru saja mereka lihat, sialnya teman-teman mereka menganggap pengalaman barusan belum cukup seru sehingga perburuan pun dilanjutkan, kali ini ke Lab. Biologi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermezzo sedikit, konon katanya tengkorak kepala yang ada di Lab Biologi ini adalah tengkorak sungguhan, korban kecelakaan tanpa identitas dan karena tidak diklaim oleh keluarganya akhirnya diambil untuk keperluan pendidikan, tapi ini gosipnya loh, teuing bener teuing henteu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali pada cerita tadi: Dengan gagah berani teman-teman kita berjalan ke lab Biologi, tapi belum juga mereka sampai ke tujuan, mereka –kali ini kelima belas lima belasnya- melihat seorang, sebentuk, seekor (sebenarnya apa sih kata ganti bilangan untuk hantu?) pokoknya sesosok tanpa kepala berbusana pastor berjalan ke arah mereka dengan menenteng kepalanya sendiri… Teman-teman kita langsung ngacir pulang ke rumah masing-masing.. Hahaha.. sukurin lu.. lagian nantang.. Itu loh yang terjadi kalau anak kecil suka ngelawan ‘orang tua’.. hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi banyak juga loh cerita penampakan yang korbannya ga pengen ‘ngeliat’, juga ga punya kemampuan sixth sense tapi malah ‘dikasih liat’ kayak yang terjadi pada dua orang teman saya mantan siswa SMA 5 di malam menjelang Bazaar 5 tahun 96-an. Ceritanya sekitar pukul dua pagi, dua orang teman saya itu, R dan D, sedang menyiapkan stand untuk bazaar. Jam dua pagi, mereka baru selesai shalat Isya di mushala SMA 5. Keduanya tengah memakai sepatu ketika D melihat dari arah laboratorium kimia SMA 3 seorang serdadu Belanda yang tengah berjalan ke arah mereka dengan mata nyalang dan dengan senjata terhunus. Teman-teman saya langsung kabur, untungnya ga lupa bawa sepatu masing-masing.. hihihi.. Sebenarnya cerita ini agak aneh, karena Belitung 8 tidak pernah menjadi gedung militer, sejak dibangunnya dulu di tahun 1916 ia selalu dipergunakan sebagai sekolah, yaitu HBS (de Hogere Burger School). Kalau begitu darimana datangnya dong serdadu Belanda itu? Jangan-jangan sebenarnya dia adalah ‘penunggu’ gedung Jarbeurs yang sedang tamasya ke Belitung 8.. Hahaha.. Hari gini masih ditodong sama kompeni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, cerita-cerita di atas mungkin ada yang benar-benar terjadi, tapi mungkin juga cuma isapan jempol belaka yang disampaikan secara turun temurun dan dibumbui. Terserah deh, tapi cerita-cerita kayak gini lumayan rame kok buat dibaca dan diomongin ke orang lain, jadi mangga atuh kalo ada yang mau nambahin cerita (nambahin bumbu juga boleh), boleh juga tentang tempat-tempat lain di Bandung yang katanya angker. Silakan..&lt;br /&gt;Siesca for Mahanagari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Source from &lt;a href="http://mahanagari.multiply.com/journal/item/19/Nancy-Cerita_dari_HBS_Bandung"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-1097905121100828409?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/1097905121100828409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/nancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1097905121100828409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1097905121100828409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/nancy.html' title='Nancy'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-3415596605804030012</id><published>2009-10-15T15:13:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:12:00.224+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Addicted to twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.toondoo.com/public/d/i/o/dioim/toons/cool-cartoon-1016180.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://static.toondoo.com/public/d/i/o/dioim/toons/cool-cartoon-1016180.png" width="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source from &lt;a href="http://thestorycompany.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&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/6779349285498172976-3415596605804030012?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/3415596605804030012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/3415596605804030012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/3415596605804030012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-twitter.html' title='Addicted to twitter'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-2659495040666385425</id><published>2009-10-14T15:13:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:12:06.572+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>New Moon Stills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/CoryLaneR/kstewrpatz.png?t=1254685815" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/CoryLaneR/kstewrpatz.png?t=1254685815" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Moon Stills of Edward &amp;amp;Bella :]&lt;br /&gt;click for enlarge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niNpcsbkJI8&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;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/niNpcsbkJI8&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UPDATED&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NEW PICTS FROM NEW MOON STILLS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krj9sa0NKJ1qzvb76o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krj9sa0NKJ1qzvb76o1_500.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krjayr0uH51qzvb76o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krjayr0uH51qzvb76o1_500.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iq6ssKOaUBs/StZnEzg6PRI/AAAAAAAACvg/8y4Usxyz-hQ/s1600/NMStillMT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iq6ssKOaUBs/StZnEzg6PRI/AAAAAAAACvg/8y4Usxyz-hQ/s400/NMStillMT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-2659495040666385425?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/2659495040666385425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-moon-stills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2659495040666385425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2659495040666385425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-moon-stills.html' title='New Moon Stills'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iq6ssKOaUBs/StZnEzg6PRI/AAAAAAAACvg/8y4Usxyz-hQ/s72-c/NMStillMT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-561320555779075964</id><published>2009-10-13T14:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:12:13.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Between Ex's</title><content type='html'>Conversation Between Ex's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Girl: Your new girlfriend is pretty. (I bet she stole your heart)&lt;br /&gt;* Boy: yeah, she is. (But you’re still the most beautiful girl I know)&lt;br /&gt;* Girl: I heard she’s funny &amp;amp; amazing. (All the stuff I wasn’t)&lt;br /&gt;* Boy: She sure is. (But she’s nothing compared to you)&lt;br /&gt;* Girl: I bet you know everything about her by now (Like how you knew just about everything about me)&lt;br /&gt;* Boy: Only the stuff that count (I can’t even remember the stuff she tells me when I think of you)&lt;br /&gt;* Girl: Well, I hope you guys last. (Because we never did)&lt;br /&gt;* Boy: I hope we do too. (Whatever happened to me &amp;amp; you?)&lt;br /&gt;* Girl: Well I got to go. (Before I start to cry)&lt;br /&gt;* Boy: Yeah me too. (I hope you don’t cry)&lt;br /&gt;* Girl: Bye. (I still love you)&lt;br /&gt;* Boy: Later. (I never stopped)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-561320555779075964?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/561320555779075964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversation-between-exs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/561320555779075964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/561320555779075964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversation-between-exs.html' title='Conversation Between Ex&apos;s'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4270764423751664550</id><published>2009-10-11T14:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:12:20.064+07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 things you probably never knew or thought about…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kre7y1SBOD1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kre7y1SBOD1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 things you probably never knew or thought about…&lt;br /&gt;1. At least five people in this world love you so much they would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;2. At least fifteen people in this world love you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone that you don’t even know exists, loves you.&lt;br /&gt;10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a good look: you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later; you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Always remember the compliments you recieved. Forget the rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4270764423751664550?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4270764423751664550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-things-you-probably-never-knew-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4270764423751664550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4270764423751664550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-things-you-probably-never-knew-or.html' title='15 things you probably never knew or thought about…'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-7033572285855812942</id><published>2009-10-02T15:31:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:19:24.184+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>Happy batik day, Indonesia =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;02 October! &lt;b&gt;Happy batik day everyone!:)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Joel Madden loves Indonesia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batik day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, he tweet&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Happy Batik Day everybody”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When there was an earth quake in Padang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, he tweet&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Shout to all my people in Indonesia. Be strong. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qhen Indonesia’s birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, he tweet&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“HAPPY B DAY INDONESIA.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Merdeka. Good Night.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-7033572285855812942?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/7033572285855812942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-batik-day-indonesia-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7033572285855812942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7033572285855812942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-batik-day-indonesia-3.html' title='Happy batik day, Indonesia =)'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-1721401165509415779</id><published>2009-09-28T10:29:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:12:32.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>5 reasons to love Kristen Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SsIYH_BBrNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/U_jj-pPODoA/s1600/2855864562_eedf140c02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SsIYH_BBrNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/U_jj-pPODoA/s400/2855864562_eedf140c02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ScreenStar has their list of &lt;b&gt;5 Reasons to Love Kristen Stewart&lt;/b&gt;, afte creating their list bout Rob. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;b&gt;Strong-Willed&lt;/b&gt;. If anything, Kristen Stewart is strong-willed and focused on her beliefs. This refreshing attitude makes Stewart an incredible role model for women all around the world. She shows us how to be strong, how to stand your ground, and never waver on your own personal values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;b&gt;Goofy&lt;/b&gt;. We are all goofy in our own way; whether we are The Class clown or the klutz we can all relate to Stewart because of this. Whether she is cracking jokes in interviews or dropping trophies at award shows, Stewart is never afraid to let her inner goof shine through which is really spectacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;b&gt;Intelligent&lt;/b&gt;. Being smart is so cool and that message is not displayed enough in Hollywood. Whenever Stewart has a chance she is always talking about her favorite books and what she is currently reading. Brining Steinbeck back to life, Stewart has made it cool to read again and that deserves major props!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;b&gt;Dedicated&lt;/b&gt;. Stewart is dedicated to her craft and it is amazing to see her throw herself into the characters she portrays on the big screen. Not only did she bring the beloved Bella Swan to life, this past summer she brought back the love for 80’s while portraying Joan Jett in The Runaways. Her work is flawless and that is because she spends hours preparing and dedicating time to her craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;b&gt; Bella Swan.&lt;/b&gt; Let’s be honest, we love Kristen Stewart because she simply is the best version of Bella Swan that we could imagine. Bringing Bella to life was a daunting task, but Stewart did it with grace, passion, and perfection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-1721401165509415779?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/1721401165509415779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-reasons-to-love-kristen-stewart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1721401165509415779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/1721401165509415779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-reasons-to-love-kristen-stewart.html' title='5 reasons to love Kristen Stewart'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SsIYH_BBrNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/U_jj-pPODoA/s72-c/2855864562_eedf140c02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-8511078858356824696</id><published>2009-09-11T15:12:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:19:45.188+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>How to be happy and be sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krcpmtWPyY1qzlarro1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krcpmtWPyY1qzlarro1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-8511078858356824696?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/8511078858356824696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8511078858356824696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8511078858356824696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='How to be happy and be sad.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4010268389576851588</id><published>2009-09-10T13:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:20:06.819+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>5 reasons to love Robert Pattinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/iqkk88.jpg" style="height: 325px; width: 394px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nabilachiesarani.tumblr.com/post/185056063/5-reasons-to-love-robert-pattinson"&gt;5 Reasons to Love Robert Pattinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6779349285498172976&amp;amp;postID=4010268389576851588"&gt;ScreenStar.com&lt;/a&gt; we have this article that explains why everybody loves Rob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Looking&lt;/span&gt;. His tussled hair, his chiseled jaw line, and his infectious personality had fans lining up after seeing his first Twilight based interview. Yes, there are many other important qualities to a person besides looks, but when you look like Rob, attention needs to be paid to the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;British Accent&lt;/span&gt;. Crisps sound more delicious than potato chips, lift sounds worldlier than elevator and the loo is just more fun to say instead of bathroom. It is no surprise that Americans are infatuated with the British accent; we view it as sexy, debonair, and mostly unique. So when Rob hit the scene, opened his mouth, and his British brogue popped out, fans fell deeper in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gave Edward Life&lt;/span&gt;. Twilight Saga author Stephenie Meyer painted the picture of Edward Cullen as The Perfect Man. Not only was he painfully good looking, he was sensitive, caring, and a good listener. When Rob morphed into Edward, fans flocked to him because he was brining their hero to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humble&lt;/span&gt;. Without a doubt, Rob is the most famous person in the world; he tops Google trends, he has been in the top five of IMDb for the past year, and a week does not go by without him on the cover of a magazine. He has a great career, he can buy and do whatever he wants, however he never flaunts his wealth and stays humble throughout all the madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part-time Musician&lt;/span&gt;. Not only can he rock out to Lynard Skynard late night on set he also has a voice that record labels salivate over. Rob scored himself a spot on the Twilight soundtrack last fall with friend Sam Bradley and it helped the album top the Billboard charts. Pattinson is also a gifted pianist and fans will wait forever for him to be ready to release his own album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is hard to only pick five things we love about Robert Pattinson, so if you think we left something out, please add it below. Some runner-up reasons why we love Pattinson are; he nicknamed himself Spunk Ransom, seems to always be happy and smiling, he is not perfect, he loves his hair as much as we do, and he is very articulate in interviews and when interacting with fans. What did we miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4010268389576851588?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4010268389576851588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4010268389576851588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4010268389576851588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-reasons.html' title='5 reasons to love Robert Pattinson'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/iqkk88_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-994084313897958310</id><published>2009-09-09T16:03:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:20:16.867+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpoogrBlN01qzwaddo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;WHAT IS LIFE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Life is an Adventure , Dare it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Beauty , Praise it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Challenge , Meet it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Duty , Perform it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Love , Enjoy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Tragedy , Face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Struggle , Fight it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Promise , Fulfill it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Game , Play it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Gift , Accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Journey , Complete it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Mystery , Unfold it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Goal , Achieve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is an Opportunity , Take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Puzzle , Solve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Song , Sing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Sorrow , Overcome it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Life is a Spirit , Realize it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%;"&gt;"Life...is not simply a series of exciting new ventures. The future is not always a whole new ball game. There tends to be unfinished business. One trails all sorts of things around with one, things that simply won't be got rid of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainty that just to be alive is a grand thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."&lt;/span&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/6779349285498172976-994084313897958310?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/994084313897958310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/994084313897958310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/994084313897958310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-8844000616359501935</id><published>2009-09-09T13:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:12:55.713+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><title type='text'>Bella and Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090812/New-Moon/ew-cover-1061_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090812/New-Moon/Stewart-Lautner3_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090812/New-Moon/Stewart-Lautner2_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090812/New-Moon/Stewart-Lautner_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090812/New-Moon/Kristen-Stewart2_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090812/New-Moon/Taylor-Lautner2_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090812/New-Moon/Kristen-Stewart_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NEC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NEC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-5201233916567688044</id><published>2009-09-04T14:36:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:21:04.897+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>50 things most guys dont know about girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. Girls hate it when guys say perverted things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls like to be told that they’re beautiful, rather than hot, pretty, cute, or sexy. It just gives more meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. Girls love to feel special, even though they might not show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4. Girls talk about EVERYTHING with their girlfriends. So that means, you’re possibly 90% of their conversation. And believe me, trash talking takes up most of it, unless you’re a Greek god, which you’re not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;5. &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When girls are online, they want the guy to instant message them first, and they literally burn up inside when they’re not messaged&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Of course, when they are messaged, they play it all cool and go “oh, hey” as if they just discovered your message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;8. Girls find it awfully attractive when guys wear just a white t-shirt and jeans and yet they happen to look awesome in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;9. Remember. Sense of humor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GIRLS LOVE GUYS WHO CAN MAKE THEM LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls hate guys with bad hygiene&lt;/span&gt;. So put on that deodorant and clip those nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;12. Girls love it when a guy pulls them close by the waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;13. Girls go crazy when a guy smells good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When a guy says something really sentimental, girls will remember it forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;21. The smallest gestures, the smallest stares, and the smallest statements could make a girl’s year. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls get embarassed easily, even if guys don’t know what the hell just happened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;23. Girls daydream about their crushes. Like getting married, going on dates, kissing, etc. They just don’t show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls HATE players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;25. Guys who can sing are a major turn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;26. Guitarists are sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;27. When a girl is upset and wants you to listen, she wants you to listen. Don’t give her advice unless she asks for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;28. When a girl is crying, she feels a lot safer if you pull her close and tell her that everything is going to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;29. Girls love it when guys say their name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;30. Girls don’t like short tempered guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;31. Sometimes girls just wish that guys would notice when they get a new haircut or if they’re wearing eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls will never say I love you unless you say it first. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to scream it from the top of her lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;35. Girls love confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;36. Girls don’t like rock-hard guys. They like to know that guys can have a sensitive side too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;37. There comes a time when girls have needs too. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A girl will cry over you a lot more than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;39. A girl’s wounds can last awhile. And when I say awhile, I mean awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;40. Girls hate guys who smell bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;41. When a girl cooks for you, you know you mean a lot to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;42. Girls don’t like it when you think other women are hot and say it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;43. Eyeliner is a girl’s essential product. Don’t ever try to take it away from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;44. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls hate it, absolutely HATE IT when guys don’t keep their promises. It throws them over the top.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;45. Every girl fantasizes about her wedding. Her dress, her flowers, her shoes, her hair. More than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;46. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls hate it when other girls flirt. Yet they flirt themselves too. Ah, the beauty of irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;47. &lt;u&gt;Girls will save instant message conversations when they like a guy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;48. A phone call, a text message, or a single Hershey’s kiss will mean A LOT MORE than a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;49. Every girl think she’s pretty in one way or another. They just won’t admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;50. Girls are VERY SELF-CONSCIOUS when it comes to their looks. No makeup is a very sensitive topic to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-5201233916567688044?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/5201233916567688044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/50-things-most-guys-dont-know-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5201233916567688044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/5201233916567688044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/09/50-things-most-guys-dont-know-about.html' title='50 things most guys dont know about girls.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4794730105815024801</id><published>2009-08-11T20:08:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:13:12.998+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>New moon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr7awn1tia1qzvb76o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr7awn1tia1qzvb76o1_400.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cant wait for this movie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krbr2hV3a41qzmlgro1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krbr2hV3a41qzmlgro1_400.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4794730105815024801?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4794730105815024801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/08/irina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4794730105815024801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4794730105815024801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/08/irina.html' title='New moon!!'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-8697741063607927818</id><published>2009-08-05T19:42:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:13:20.658+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Should I be proud?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Dapet dari &lt;a href="http://fuckingplasticdoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;marlince&lt;/a&gt; , thanks yaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 alasan kenapa orang Indonesia bangga menjadi orang Indonesia :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cuma di Indonesia seseorang bisa punya KTP lebih dari 1&lt;br /&gt;2. Cuma di Indonesia seseorang bisa punya SIM tanpa test&lt;br /&gt;3. bahkan.. Cuma di Indonesia seseorang bisa nyetir tanpa punya SIM&lt;br /&gt;4. Cuma di Indonesia anak SD bisa beli rokok&lt;br /&gt;5. Cuma di Indonesia jumlah Blackberry Black Market yang beredear lebih banyak dari Blackberry yang legal&lt;br /&gt;6. Cuma di Indonesia Duta Anti Narkoba ketangkep pake shabu&lt;br /&gt;7. Cuma di Indonesia pemerintah-nya murah hati. Bagi-bagi pulau, lagu daerah sampe tarian daerah gratis dah!&lt;br /&gt;8. Cuma di Indonesia segala urusan bisa beres pake UANG!&lt;br /&gt;9. Cuma di Indonesia kita bisa buang sampah dimana-mana tanpa denda&lt;br /&gt;10. Cuma di Indonesia kita bisa naik angkutan umum tanpa harus nunggu di halte, dimana aja bisa (asal gak ada polisi)&lt;br /&gt;11. Cuma di Indonesia makanan-makanan bekas dan kadaluwarsa bisa disulap jadi makanan siap jual lagi&lt;br /&gt;12. Cuma di Indonesia kita bisa off road di jalan raya. (jalannya lobang semua cing..)&lt;br /&gt;13. Cuma di Indonesia pesawatnya gak di apa-apain bisa jatoh&lt;br /&gt;14. Cuma di Indonesia jembatan baruuu banget jadi, mur baut-nya udah pada hilang buat diloak&lt;br /&gt;15. Cuma di Indonesia jalan raya bisa jadi kolam renang (guess what!)&lt;br /&gt;16. Cuma di Indonesia ada orang bisa nyebrang di jalan tol&lt;br /&gt;17. Cuma di Indonesia kita bisa lesehan di atas kereta api yang sedang jalan&lt;br /&gt;18. Cuma di Indonesia orang gak lulus kuliah bisa jadi presiden. Orang gak bisa liat aja bisa jadi presiden! Hebat gak tuh...&lt;br /&gt;19. Cuma di Indonesia kita bisa nonton DVD dengan kualitas bagus hanya dengan membayar Rp.7000!&lt;br /&gt;20. Cuma di Indonesia seorang ABG bisa menimbulkan kontrovensi hebat. Diperkosa pangeran, dinikahin sama si pangeran, abis itu disiksa, terus pulang dan memberitakan ke seluruh orang dunia tentang penderitaannya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-8697741063607927818?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/8697741063607927818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/08/bagus-dehhh-baca-y-dapet-dari-marlince.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8697741063607927818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/8697741063607927818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/08/bagus-dehhh-baca-y-dapet-dari-marlince.html' title='Should I be proud?'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-9172094153337978257</id><published>2009-07-12T09:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:13:29.736+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Olsen's twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;blogger &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;tadi kan abis liat2 twitter orang gitu and I found the olsen's twitter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SllUgJ7-tZI/AAAAAAAAATY/j4JRlv1xuW8/s1600-h/marykate.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357406143133955474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SllUgJ7-tZI/AAAAAAAAATY/j4JRlv1xuW8/s400/marykate.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;Mary Kate Olsen's twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She looks beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;I like the olsen's style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SllVaLbLugI/AAAAAAAAATg/POiYCj43GQA/s1600-h/ashley.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357407139965680130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SllVaLbLugI/AAAAAAAAATg/POiYCj43GQA/s400/ashley.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;Ashley Olsen's Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-9172094153337978257?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/9172094153337978257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/07/olsens-twitter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/9172094153337978257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/9172094153337978257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/07/olsens-twitter.html' title='Olsen&apos;s twitter'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SllUgJ7-tZI/AAAAAAAAATY/j4JRlv1xuW8/s72-c/marykate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-4310075348132108984</id><published>2009-06-25T22:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:13:37.135+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>5 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqxhxqLXTf1qzac9go1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqxhxqLXTf1qzac9go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FACEBOOK 5 YEARS AGO :-O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-4310075348132108984?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/4310075348132108984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4310075348132108984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/4310075348132108984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-project.html' title='5 years ago'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-2896023864987110056</id><published>2009-06-15T14:46:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:13:48.471+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous ppl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Mtv Movie Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX_0L_QcUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nGiW3SGLAy0/s1600-h/TOP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461404608721218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX_0L_QcUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nGiW3SGLAy0/s400/TOP.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 306px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;---------cast of twilight accept 5awards----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Disetiap pemenang best kiss at Mtv Movie Awards must to kiss their kissmate :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; on the film and the winner is &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;RobSten&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qOn9euCTIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qOn9euCTIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sorry for the bad quality of the video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX_zDsm6sI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZWyesrFMBXQ/s1600-h/top+6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461385203149506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX_zDsm6sI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZWyesrFMBXQ/s400/top+6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 326px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX91QYtYyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T21jMaPskGY/s1600-h/top+5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459223945831202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX91QYtYyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T21jMaPskGY/s400/top+5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 294px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX91BpQXmI/AAAAAAAAANs/Xk1cBWs6e-k/s1600-h/top+7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459219988700770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX91BpQXmI/AAAAAAAAANs/Xk1cBWs6e-k/s400/top+7.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 324px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Robert's get dissed :(( kasian. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST FEMALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rFn4sjRURs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rFn4sjRURs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;maaf lagi kalo videonya jelek :-D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ini deh dtirangin lagi, sangking si kristen gugup dia ngejatohin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;awardsnya hahaha dan robertnya ketawa lucu :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX901m4JuI/AAAAAAAAANk/3TDUXWaRsTU/s1600-h/top+8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459216757499618" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX901m4JuI/AAAAAAAAANk/3TDUXWaRsTU/s400/top+8.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 285px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST BREAKTHROUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;it's ROBERT PATTINSON &lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjYLJqTukhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MksztWDcvXQ/s1600-h/top00.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473868152803858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjYLJqTukhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MksztWDcvXQ/s400/top00.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 284px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST FIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When Edward had a fight with James. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjYLJ2siiRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SyRxCeENFQU/s1600-h/tops.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473871478098194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjYLJ2siiRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SyRxCeENFQU/s400/tops.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 310px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST MOVIE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjYU2L-065I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wcpRSm-C3Mo/s1600-h/top+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347484528710839186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjYU2L-065I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wcpRSm-C3Mo/s400/top+1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 246px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX_z-s0OPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ASa85cnYhtk/s1600-h/top+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461401041713394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX_z-s0OPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ASa85cnYhtk/s400/top+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 254px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX91kORyiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fdVlvyOFrJc/s1600-h/top+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459229270788642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX91kORyiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fdVlvyOFrJc/s400/top+4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX90kHIiPI/AAAAAAAAANc/2LuIvQ_lYHg/s1600-h/top+9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459212060952818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX90kHIiPI/AAAAAAAAANc/2LuIvQ_lYHg/s400/top+9.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-2896023864987110056?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/2896023864987110056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/mtv-movie-awards-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2896023864987110056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/2896023864987110056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/mtv-movie-awards-2009.html' title='Mtv Movie Awards 2009'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SjX_0L_QcUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nGiW3SGLAy0/s72-c/TOP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-7054691926743095509</id><published>2009-06-03T21:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:04:41.976+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>HEHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Today he gave me something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiaLTCUkKnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PwyzIo1N1zQ/s1600-h/ab.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343111167078574706" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiaLTCUkKnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PwyzIo1N1zQ/s400/ab.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mirip ngga woi hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_- &lt;/span&gt;behind this picture he gives me a really good poetry/poem about me. Thanks ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-7054691926743095509?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/7054691926743095509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/syalalalalalala.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7054691926743095509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/7054691926743095509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/syalalalalalala.html' title='HEHE'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiaLTCUkKnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PwyzIo1N1zQ/s72-c/ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-122830159000181873</id><published>2009-06-03T19:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T19:59:48.564+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Here it is...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiZsT3ZqedI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5FgFi2joChY/s1600-h/19052009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343077096466577874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiZsT3ZqedI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5FgFi2joChY/s400/19052009.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;After&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiZsUBv7DMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QxEg3iF7dWk/s1600-h/31052009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343077099244293314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiZsUBv7DMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QxEg3iF7dWk/s400/31052009.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it good or bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-122830159000181873?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/122830159000181873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/kolasenya-udah-jadiii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/122830159000181873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/122830159000181873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/06/kolasenya-udah-jadiii.html' title='Here it is...........'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MirNe-CuXJk/SiZsT3ZqedI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5FgFi2joChY/s72-c/19052009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-520057093642259885</id><published>2009-02-03T16:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:22:17.749+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Parent Trap's scene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqvjcuL4IO1qzl19so1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqvjcuL4IO1qzl19so1_400.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;The Parent Trap (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Martin: Right, shall we review your mother’s list? Now let’s see. Vitamins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Annie: Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Martin: Minerals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Annie: Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Martin: List of daily fruits and vegetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Annie: Check, check…check for fruits, check for vegetables. Go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Martin: Sunblock, lip balm, insect repellent, stationary, stamps, photos of your mother, grandfather, and of course your trusty butler, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Annie: Got it all I think&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/6779349285498172976-520057093642259885?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/520057093642259885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/02/ciwalk-jco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/520057093642259885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/520057093642259885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/02/ciwalk-jco.html' title='Parent Trap&apos;s scene.'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779349285498172976.post-6765897805732788868</id><published>2009-01-01T11:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:22:33.553+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Hello World !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hello ;--)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is my first post. Well my name is&lt;b&gt; Nabila Chiesarani&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I kinda hate it if  you misspelling and mispronouncing my name! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm currently 12yo and that means I'm still on 7th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I live in bandung,actually I was live on Jakarta but we moved to Bandung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And now My mom and My dad has divorced (When I was 4th grade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is it enough? Okay! Well hope you all enjoy reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6779349285498172976-6765897805732788868?l=nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/feeds/6765897805732788868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6765897805732788868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779349285498172976/posts/default/6765897805732788868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilachiesaranong.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world.html' title='Hello World !'/><author><name>Nabila Chiesarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091961924654131830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYRlrWv_sHk/TvQOAZZjbkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1HbROwanORM/s220/page.jpg_effected-001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
