<?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-7695627199308793704</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:33:22.979+07:00</updated><category term='andrew christ indrawan'/><category term='bintaro'/><category term='pbj'/><category term='uh'/><category term='2009'/><category term='weblog'/><category term='sms'/><category term='sdk penabur'/><category term='miranti'/><category term='smp'/><category term='polyvore'/><category term='addicted #16th'/><category term='shoes of prey'/><category term='house of appreciation for talented students'/><category term='jam masuk'/><category term='7a'/><category term='pelajar'/><category term='stranger'/><category term='#16'/><category term='prey'/><category term='new year'/><category term='mirby'/><category term='kebayoran height'/><category term='d 7'/><category term='satnite'/><category term='murid'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='featured'/><category term='friday'/><category term='jam'/><category term='bom'/><category term='of'/><category term='ribet ribet'/><category term='quartzy centrinas'/><category term='b&apos;jerrz'/><category term='ceria'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='addicted #16'/><category term='penabur bintaro jaya'/><category term='nastiti'/><category term='tujuh a'/><category term='#16th'/><category term='avanza'/><category term='miranti nastiti blogger'/><category term='custom'/><category term='sekolahan'/><category term='stardoll indonesia'/><category term='miranti nastiti'/><category term='pemerintah'/><category term='samuel rosano'/><category term='plan'/><category term='8'/><category term='article'/><category term='hats'/><category term='atoz'/><category term='indonesia'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='jose elmartha'/><title type='text'>Behind The Desk of Boredom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7085935195272792268</id><published>2012-01-02T20:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:56:56.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam 2012!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I wanna say happy new year for all of us and may 2012 won't be a bitch and will be promising for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, this is my 1st post in 2012 &amp;amp; I'm typing it on my way from Bandung. Anyway, I just did some shopping &amp;amp; well the factory outlets have never been disappointing when it comes to the price. Some of them aren't fakes (just get wrongly sewed or left over stocks) and the price is just $$ even $!! Bandung is the heaven of FOs. Even the foreigners buy some from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing: I miss school!! There are a lot of talk to do there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm listening to Korean dramas' soundtracks. Please don't look at me that way. They're mind blowing and their broken heart songs are a-ma-zing!! BELIEVE ME!!&lt;br /&gt;2. To pay off the number 1 fact, I also started to listen to a couple of Oasis' songs, like Champagne Supernova &amp;amp; of course Wonderwall.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you realize that these past two days were kinda having lower temperatures? I do. 4. I have Japanese neighbors across the street and at the NYE, they fireworks are the best!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Ugh, I just had a coffee with hazelnut syrup and I don't like it. It's good when it first came into my mouth then it started to tastes weird....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7085935195272792268?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7085935195272792268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7085935195272792268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7085935195272792268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7085935195272792268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2012/01/salam-2012.html' title='Salam 2012!'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-8108946579501305680</id><published>2011-12-13T15:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:45:41.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain (AGAIN)</title><content type='html'>So, i've been into many places in Jakarta, from the fine ones to the poor ones. Well, today i got a very disappointing hospitality from one of the fine places (as they claimed). I was wearing a football shirt, not a soccer one, and my p.e. shorts. I asked a lady about a matter, well it's not so important &amp;amp; it's kinda a general knowledge for woman in her occupation &amp;amp; age, but she just starred at me like she didn't know what i was talking about and then her partner, a lady with grouchy face gave me an instruction to back off, more like "Get the hell out of here, kiddo." and i was like "DUH" and walked away. They just got a paperwork to do and in that room, there were only the 3 of them, me and my friend, and no one could answer me or AT LEAST talk to me (let me give them THE EXAMPLE: "Well, sorry, i'm not quite sure about the answer, so i don't think i could help you.") PROPERLY. Imagine that. I want to make her eat few hundreds bucks like what Scott D. did in Vegas. Yeah, call me a biatch. AS IF I DONT HAVE IMPORTANT THING TO DO WITH THAT QUESTION. Oh my God, i'm just so pissed off with that event. A high school student got ignored, well that's nothing new, but could they just respect for the youngsters like me? Yeah, that's for the reflection, the dearest and well educated adults. Bet you're just TOO busy so you told me to back off. Holy crap. Give my middle finger for age discrimination. YEAAAAAAAAAA \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-8108946579501305680?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8108946579501305680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=8108946579501305680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8108946579501305680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8108946579501305680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/12/complain-again.html' title='Complain (AGAIN)'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4140663215238695582</id><published>2011-11-11T15:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:08:49.588+07:00</updated><title type='text'>X4 pt.1</title><content type='html'>Haloooo ini gue emang lagi bosen atau apa nungguin balik ya karena gue MALES banget yah pulang cepet ini hari Jumattt:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau cerita aja ya ttg teman2 sekelas gue yang duduk deket gue aja yaaaa kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pertama, yang duduk di samping kiri gue adalah Jannes Dinda Tricia: Cantik orangnya, baik pula sifatnya. Gue sekarang lagi gapunya kotak pensil jadi gue minjem2 Dinda mulu, stabillo lah, penghapus lah, bolpen, tipex, dll. Dia ini udah gak single ya jadi jangan coba-coba deketin kalo gamau kena damprat Abram. Dinda juga pintar dan tidak sombong, okay sekarang gue kayak mempromosikan dia yah.... Satu lagi, Dinda selalu membela gue kalo diledek :') MAKASIH DINDAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, makhluk ini duduk di samping kanan gue, namanya Revanza Nathaniel. Orangnya sih gue gak terlalu kenal lama sih ya, tapi so far si Paijo ini menyebalkan, superficial, tukang ngatain orang, objek bullying Sam (ntar akan gue jelaskan) dan yang gue inget banget itu kepalanya gede banget, kalo gue duduk di belakang dia itu rasanya setengah papan tulis ketutupan. Dia lawan debat gue juga kadang-kadang. Suka gatain muka orang kayak Protozoa, dan itu kejam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga, manusia jenius tapi aneh ini adalah Samuel Akwila, Sam ini emang pinter gitu blablablabla, baik sih sebenernya tapi keliatannya tuh jahat, arogan, dan omongannya pedes. Oiya, selain jadi subjek bullying terhadap Evan, Sam sebenernya juga jadi "idola"nya seorang teman gue... atau 2 orang teman gue deng ya. Muka-mukanya sih mirip orang artis Korea gitu... Mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keempat ada di serong kanan gue, Regina Dea... Dia adalah salah seorang teman yang bener-bener lemot... Koneknya lama banget sumpret. Gue sekamar &amp;amp; segrup sm dia pas CPR dan yahh emang gokil banget nih orang satu. Bersama-sama Maria &amp;amp; RJ kita berempat memberi nama seekor kecoa, nyanyi lagu ST12 yg broken english &amp;amp; fatal banget, jadi PARAWALI dan lain-lain. Dia single juga loh kawan-kawan. Oiya, tadi pagi dia dateng dengan rambut dicatok berombak karena kemarennya ada wedding terus yah seperti biasa, dia dibully oleh Sam &amp;amp; Evan... Tabah ya 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelima ada di serong kiri gue, Nindya Astari, dia adalah seorang redaktur di redaksi 1 koran dinding sekolah yang sekarang ini lagi gue ketuai &amp;amp; sumber pendapatan kertas dikala gue lagi gapunya kertas, makasih Nindya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keenam, ketujuh &amp;amp; kedelapan, duduknya emang agak jauh, tapi hati kita gak jauh...&lt;br /&gt;Gita Novia, Levina Nathania, dan Evelyn Marris. Gue sama Gita rencananya mau ngecover lagu-lagu Maroon5 terus post di youtube dan itu sebenernya agak gokil karena Gita ini gokil banget dah, anak terlawak di kelas selain Sunu. Levina &amp;amp; Marris adalah otak. Ya mereka otak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesembilan adalah Alfrico Leandro. Dia adalah otak juga. Ya, otak. Kenapa? Dia pintar juga saudara-saudara. Tapi kadang annoying &amp;amp; menyebalkan se-ka-li. Dia juga ketua kelas yang hm.... lumayan baik *gak ikhlas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segitu dulu yea, gue udh kena fogging. Hiks. Tha-thaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4140663215238695582?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4140663215238695582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4140663215238695582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4140663215238695582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4140663215238695582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/11/x4-pt1.html' title='X4 pt.1'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-757571798848690166</id><published>2011-11-07T18:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:34:40.399+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;still in my uniform and now im eating at burger king. sooooooo lazyyy. anyway i want to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;happy birthday david de gea quintana, have a good one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;by the way, i finally have my old phone came to a retirement :) after months saving for new phone now i could be a lil bit relieved because ive one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;school is frustrating as always, i just got back from a camp in cipanas, west java about 3 days ago and yet i could still feel my whole body aching. i just had economics test today, tomorrow i have to do an english test and be prepared for another assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;penabur oh penabur. need a break? oh hell yeah i do!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;it's such a burden you know, to do my best in all subjects :( say i need a friend whose arms i cud hold when im facing a rough time, you know a boy friend (i mean: it's a boy and he's my friend, not a lover) see? it's good to have those supah amazing girls but i just need one. whateva. seeyal8r.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&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/7695627199308793704-757571798848690166?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/757571798848690166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=757571798848690166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/757571798848690166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/757571798848690166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-in-my-uniform-and-now-im-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3621699820601927012</id><published>2011-10-16T23:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:27:32.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem.</title><content type='html'>Sepi, namun berisik,&lt;br /&gt;Berdengung menderu di telingaku, sebagai latar.&lt;br /&gt;Pikiranku penuh dengan hal barbar,&lt;br /&gt;Membusungkan dada, menghapus perih, mengernyitkan dahi di bawah terik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikala lidahku kelu, bibirku kaku,&lt;br /&gt;Kalah dengan kemanjaan dunia, terpaksa diam.&lt;br /&gt;Kata hati tenggelam &amp; menghilang dalam bisu,&lt;br /&gt;Sampai mengerak jauh di dalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah hati ini sudah membatu?&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga tak bisa merasakan apapun?&lt;br /&gt;Bebal, empati sekarang hanya beban.&lt;br /&gt;Di suatu kala ketika logika &amp; hati sudah bersatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bed, almost midnight, Oct 16th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3621699820601927012?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3621699820601927012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3621699820601927012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3621699820601927012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3621699820601927012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/10/poem.html' title='Poem.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1074250447723807626</id><published>2011-09-28T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:05:09.882+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Re-Post]</title><content type='html'>15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a "slut", no one knows she was raped at age 14. People call another guy "fat", no one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight. People call an old man "ugly", no one knows he experienced a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. I bet 88 of you won't,the other 22 aren't heartless and will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Amy Bruce. I am 7 years old, and I have severe lung cancer . I also have a large tumor in my brain, from repeated beatings. Doctors say I will die soon if this isn't fixed, and my family can't pay the bills. The Make A Wish Foundation, has agreed to donate 7 cents for every time this message is sent on. For those of you who send this along, I thank you so much, but for those who don't send it, what goes around comes around. Have a Heart. Put this as your status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just re-posted it from facebook bcs I found it really interesting (abt the bullying part)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1074250447723807626?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1074250447723807626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1074250447723807626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1074250447723807626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1074250447723807626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/09/re-post.html' title='[Re-Post]'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7367338353194523496</id><published>2011-09-27T00:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:25:44.524+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it, or not.</title><content type='html'>Okay skrg sekitar jam 00.25 pas gue mulai nulis ini. Dan percaya/nggak gue masih bljr fisika. Well ngulang2 doang sih but still. Hm runyam ini. Vektor gue gaktau gmn. Sedih T______T&lt;br /&gt;Udh ya gue bljr lagi, hiks gatau jamber tidurnya :'O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7367338353194523496?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7367338353194523496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7367338353194523496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7367338353194523496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7367338353194523496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/09/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it, or not.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7301984560955719969</id><published>2011-09-26T20:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:17:17.775+07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>Gue lg belajar fisika. Gue bosen. Gue males. Gue gatau bs/nggak. Ini parah bgt. Gue gamau nilai gue jelek. Ini parah banget T___T&lt;br /&gt;Gue rasa gue gabakal masuk ipa. Emang gaditakdirkan untuk sih ya. Keliatan banget gue anak......Bahasa. But since itu jurusan takada, ya gue mungkin ditakdirkan jd anak ips.&lt;br /&gt;Begini terus gue bisa mati tertekan uhuk uhukkkkk. Mata gue udh berat, maksimal gue tidur itu 6 jam. HUHUHUHU rata2 waktu tidur gue itu 4,5 jam. Tersiksa banget.&lt;br /&gt;Oiya gue mau cerita deh. Ada cowok ganteng, menurut org lain mungkin dia gak semenarik itu sih. Gak eksis, gak bandel, gak rusuh, tapi pinter, keliatannya sih jaim, terus kece2 gmn gitu HAHAHAHA. Tenang aja, gue gak naksir sm dia kok, cuma memuji doang manceman. Tiap dia lewat gue gak konsen gitu (overreacting, I know) tapi beneran deh gyahahaha. Gue udh lama beudh gak kayak gini hahahaha, apa ini pertama kali ya? Gatau deh jiahaha. Jujur gue ngerasa dia beda sama cowok2 yg lain (pdhl gue gak begitu kenal sm dia, mungkin dia gak tau nama gue jg kaliya, tp dia pernah ngomong sih ke gua ahaha, yah tp when we live in a same community I've to know each other's faces) mungkin jg karena dia itu gak macem2, kayak cowok2 skrg yg kebanyakan gaya &amp; gak serius buat pendidikannya, stupid will suit that description well. Gue gak suka cowok pemales yg nyebelin yg gak tau apa-apa hih. Dan dia kayaknya gak sprt itu sih, soalnya yaaaaah, I know lah indikasi2nya. Dan kalo ada yg nanya "Lo naksir sama dia hah? Mau nunggu sampe dia ngeliat lo" Gue bakal balik nanya "Menurut lo, perlu gue menunggu sebuah cinta yg semu?" But I think you girls should consider to take someone (that has qualifications like him)'s heart, a gentle man will give his whole heart when he loves someone. Hats off for the gentleman :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote[s] of the day:&lt;br /&gt;1. “Maybe it's broken now, but I've received a whole heart from this man. No matter what, I'll keep these broken pieces, these broken hearts, I won't throw them all away.”&lt;br /&gt;2. “If you feel so reluctant about your next step, you must've been so reluctant about your last step."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7301984560955719969?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7301984560955719969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7301984560955719969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7301984560955719969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7301984560955719969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3142477316123427599</id><published>2011-09-21T18:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T18:49:39.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckedup</title><content type='html'>Yah, gue lagi UTS. Yupi. UTS 45 menit di penabur sama aja kyk ulangan harian, tp adrenalin gue kepacu, bayangin 16x tes/8 hari, each ga ada break time. Gue lg belajar akuntansi skrg. Rencananya sih bkl lanjut biologi. Gue bingung, gmn misahinnya? Kalo gue jawab "sebutkan 10 bidang spesialisasi akuntansi!" Dan gue bkl jawab "monokokus, diplokokus, tetrakokus, sarkina, stafilokokus, streptokokus, monobasil, diplobasil, streptobasil, spiroseta..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue kacauu. Mindset gue hancur. Kacau kacau. Nilai gue gimanaaa? Gila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3142477316123427599?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3142477316123427599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3142477316123427599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3142477316123427599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3142477316123427599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuckedup.html' title='fuckedup'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-911484106864599501</id><published>2011-08-26T08:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:05:35.839+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUUPH QQ</title><content type='html'>Let's say gue udh nulis draft untuk post selanjutnya, but unfortunately hp gue rusak &amp; draft gue di notes hp gue itu. Cyedih. #prayformybabe #mybbisdying #getwellsoonbabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-911484106864599501?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/911484106864599501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=911484106864599501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/911484106864599501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/911484106864599501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/08/muuph-qq.html' title='MUUPH QQ'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4879325203258414750</id><published>2011-07-30T19:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:32:48.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam &amp; Cowok</title><content type='html'>Cowok dgn jam tangan dikategorikan ke 3 kategori: Rolex &amp; friends = I love it. Swatch &amp; friends = bolehlah. Jam karet = go.to.hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4879325203258414750?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4879325203258414750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4879325203258414750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4879325203258414750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4879325203258414750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/07/jam-cowok.html' title='Jam &amp; Cowok'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-5014812453140732009</id><published>2011-07-26T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:36:54.372+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galau.</title><content type='html'>One day, you know, I'll say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since the day you came into my life, I began to feel this weird feeling. You know, like someone is tickling my heart? Yes, like someone has eventually touched my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling silly. Its not my habit to say those romantic sentences. I don't even believe if it (romance) could end up that sweet. Maybe bcs it's just now I'm listening to Kenny G.'s cd in my room I could write this thing :/&lt;br /&gt;I, personally LOVE to read, watch, &amp; sometimes write about romance itself, but honestly I don't think I've ever felt the thing they call &amp; indicate to 'romantic relationship.' I, also don't think I'm old enough to do so, though there are a lot of my friends who do so. &lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in high school. In my country (&amp; in others too), love story in high school is common. Like hundreds or thousands artworks - from literature, paintings, music, etc - are extremely influenced by it. So, it is not strange if I want mine too. The not-so-strangest thing is that I don't think I could. I'd feel like a total dumb (and I DuNn0 wHy) if I fall in love (though it's not a serious one.) I'm confused with the idea of love in teenage life now. Like these:&lt;br /&gt;•You broke up? Let's cut your wrist.&lt;br /&gt;•If you love someone you'd do 'anything' to get him.&lt;br /&gt;•Change your colours to be loved. Come on! What's the point of changing yourself? If he wants you, he won't ask you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;•A lot of girls sacrifice their most-sacred-thing to a boy &amp; tada!! "1+1=3" will happen in the next 9 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm allergic to mistakes. Considering I've a quite tough past, I just want to avoid mistakes by prevent any single (even the tiniest) possibility to happen. But there are times when I feel I want someone who could give me a break from life when I speak to him, someone who'll love me for who I am, someone who'd build trust together with me, someone who will break my insecurity, &amp; someone that could be my 24/7 bestfriend. But I look around again, isn't the request is started by "I want?" Not "I need?" Then I'm questioning my own priority list...... Labilnya ketauan deh -__- gpp gpp baru masuk hs nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-5014812453140732009?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5014812453140732009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=5014812453140732009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5014812453140732009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5014812453140732009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/07/galau.html' title='Galau.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7961244314533027030</id><published>2011-07-18T15:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:49:32.238+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOP</title><content type='html'>Щ(ºДºщ) ini hari pertama &amp; gue capek. Nametag ntar mau ulang gitu kan grgr lupa garis. Eniwei bo, td gue hampir nangis...pas upacara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bkn krn apa, tp grgr gue ngeliat Bu Jossie ngeliatin kita dr jendela.... UHUHUHUHU inget sm axigen bgt. Suer dah gue kangen bgttttttttt sm masa2 smp, masa2 axigen ngumpul. &lt;br /&gt;Mungkin org2 lain yg ga ngerti nganggep gue lebay sgl mcm, tp jujur yah suka2 lu pd dah, gue touchy abis kl ttg ginian2. &lt;br /&gt;Terus pas klmpk gue &amp; 1 klmpk lain lg keliling sklh dgn kakak2 mentor (Ka Surya &amp; Ka Amel) kita ketemu..Bu Yuyun, dan lotau ga dia ngomong apa? "Jagain ya anak2ku." Gue cm bs diem senyam senyum, terharu pengen nangis, ada org bnyk bgt tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;Dan... Pas abis gue upacara di tangga ketemu Bu Tining... MAKIN KANGEN 2010/2011. HUEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen bgt heboh2nya pas acara2..&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen 4l4yNy4 pas kita kls 7.&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen nyanyi2 brg, galau spot kelas tetangga..&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen masa2 pra-UN, makan es dari tante2.&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen ke Bali bareng, mabok laut brg, prom cops...&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen graduation bareng, nyanyi himne guru..&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen dandanin kalian pas prom...&lt;br /&gt;•Kangen ngerjain kalian lewat naskah drama... :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously I MISS every little thing about @axigen16. I love you guys:')♥♡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7961244314533027030?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7961244314533027030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7961244314533027030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7961244314533027030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7961244314533027030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/07/mop.html' title='MOP'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-9219642973480931705</id><published>2011-07-07T11:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:48:42.895+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoamh</title><content type='html'>Jd teman-teman gue kmrn tgl 30Juni smp 4Juli off ke Pattaya&amp;Bangkok. Balik2 udh almost midnight di rumah udh gt bsknya sepupu gue si Hanif sukuran dia sunatan gitu terus disana ketemu om&amp;tante serta sepupu-sepupu gue (Audri, Aurel, Oya) yg mau pindah ke London. Terus belom selese nih udh gue pegel2 gitu blm ilang pas di Thailand kan si Della ultah di pim, yah eventho gue telat ke hanamasa grgr gue dtg jam 4-_- disana ketemu tuh sm bnykkkkk bgt, ada Manda, Cindy, Evelyn, Gaby, Della, Cynthia, Dinda, Jacqueline, Dea, Abi, Fico, Marvin, Winsten, Thonce, Bravio, Joey, hm siapa lg ya? Hm-___- yasudahlah stlh jln bentar gue misah terus mkn di hanamasa lalu ke metro bntr beli tas sklh dulu grgr udh mau msk kan. Hih mending lbr mulu dah drpd msk sklh, otot udh keras ini. Abis itu malem dr pim lgsg ke rspi jenguk tante Pupung yg mau operasi. Abis itu menjelang tengah mlm gue blk dehhhh. Jd kmrn gitu gue br bs tdr smp jam 10 :O hooooooft. Okedeh skrg gue ngantuk lg. Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-9219642973480931705?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/9219642973480931705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=9219642973480931705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/9219642973480931705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/9219642973480931705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoamh.html' title='Hoamh'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3388763467026376153</id><published>2011-06-29T13:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:26:23.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want...</title><content type='html'>To have bestfriends. I don't need a lot of them. Just two, maybe? Living like sisters &amp; trio it'll be so much fun. Graduate from same high school, go to universities eventhough not together but could still have lunches together. Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3388763467026376153?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3388763467026376153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3388763467026376153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3388763467026376153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3388763467026376153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want.html' title='i want...'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4367908974580143815</id><published>2011-06-26T19:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:31:55.075+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinisme dr ane.</title><content type='html'>Jujur, bkn gue sok suci atau gmn gitu yap, gue rada sinis loh sm abg2 seumuran gue/lebih tua/lebih muda. Bkn gmn, gue sering nih, lg duduk2 nyoklat2 (krn gue suka coklat bukan kopi &amp; istilah org ngumpul minum kopi kan ngopi, kl coklat kan ga ada ya gue bikin ndiri) sm nyokap &amp; temen2nya, entah tante/om, sering bgt deh kyk gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M= Gue) (TN= Temen Nyokap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TN: abg nih&lt;br /&gt;M: ehehe&lt;br /&gt;TN: pacarnya siapa?&lt;br /&gt;M: ngga ada&lt;br /&gt;TN: pacarnya sklh dimana? Ganteng ga?&lt;br /&gt;M: ngga punya pacar (biasanya muka gue udh kyk gini nih » ¬_¬')&lt;br /&gt;TN: masa sih?&lt;br /&gt;M: hooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lg nih, ane baru aja ngalamin nih:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(N=Nyokap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TN: udh gede ya&lt;br /&gt;N: iya kamu udh lama kan ga ngeliat dia?&lt;br /&gt;TN: he'eh&lt;br /&gt;N: udh mau sma tp tetep aja kelakuannya...&lt;br /&gt;TN: knp? Tua? (Dgn nada ngejudge ala Kimberly PCD di GTD UK)&lt;br /&gt;M: (•͡˛˘•͡ )&lt;br /&gt;N: engga, kyk anak kecil. (Yg ini gapenting-____-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gaulista yg ngokar, ke diskotik, mabok2, free sex, pcrn berlebihan, pokoknya yg ngelakuin hal2 yg baru boleh dilakukan 21+ tanggung jawab!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironis bgt, grgr sikap sebagian abg yg kyk gitu sisanya dianggep sama! Pdhl beda bgt! Ya ampun. Maaf2 aja nih, kl ente mau hidup kyk org dewasa mah pikirin anak2 generasi lo jg lah yg ga gitu. Jd di cap gaenak gini-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4367908974580143815?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4367908974580143815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4367908974580143815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4367908974580143815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4367908974580143815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/sinisme-dr-ane.html' title='Sinisme dr ane.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1080922925276914069</id><published>2011-06-25T22:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:58:58.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, world.</title><content type='html'>Its almost 11pm at the time I started to wrote this. Anyway, since I'm not the kind of girl who stays up until late (as I consider 10pm as my curfew) I just watched the first 10 episodes of Dong Yi, a korean series with history background, remembering me much to Dae Jang Geum, another korean drama with history background in 2003, one of the most popular series tho. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismiss that topic, moving on to Michael Jackson, The King of Pop. He has died 2 years ago but we all couldn't resist his works which he left to be listened :-) may your soul rest in peace, MJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1080922925276914069?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1080922925276914069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1080922925276914069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1080922925276914069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1080922925276914069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-world.html' title='Hello, world.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2434546818467961822</id><published>2011-06-22T14:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:17:04.061+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gws Laptop</title><content type='html'>Gws Top, I miss you so much nih. Udh dr upra lo error ga bener2 nah skrg lo lg di benerin, gws boo, ide cerita di kepala gue udh pending dr kpn auuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-2434546818467961822?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2434546818467961822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2434546818467961822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2434546818467961822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2434546818467961822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/gws-laptop.html' title='Gws Laptop'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-447541811000912122</id><published>2011-06-22T13:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:48:20.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>andai</title><content type='html'>Coba 1kg lemak gue dihargain 100.000,- gue pengen turun 25kg, 25x100.000=2.500.000 bisa beli lcd tv biar kece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-447541811000912122?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/447541811000912122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=447541811000912122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/447541811000912122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/447541811000912122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/andai.html' title='andai'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3963405549504227038</id><published>2011-06-20T21:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:45:55.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, 14.</title><content type='html'>“You can't turn back time. You can't fix what's broken in the past. You just can go ahead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll officially claim myself as a 15 years old teenage girl. Bye 14. Thanks 14. You know, to be who I am today, there's always a yesterday to be the reason. Maybe when I be an adult I'll look back &amp; see how could I be that such of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14! Gosh! Amazing! I'll give you recap of what I've done in that time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Try to put my family first (•‾⌣‾•) FAMILY #1!!! &lt;br /&gt;2. Entered 9B for the first time ♥&lt;br /&gt;3. Graduated!! *\(ƪ,ƪ)/*&lt;br /&gt;4. Have all of @axigen16 graduated with me too ┌(‾▽‾)/ &lt;br /&gt;5. Emotion wave ┒(⌣˛⌣)┎ &lt;br /&gt;6. Gain more respect to unlucky people.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get wiser.&lt;br /&gt;8. More religious. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;9. Finish my 5-year plan (•͡˛˘•͡ )&lt;br /&gt;10. Brought resentment to new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;11. Gaining self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;12. Respect myself.&lt;br /&gt;13. Focused on priorities.&lt;br /&gt;14. Simply being 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours to go I'll be 15. Bye 14. Bye 7+7=14. Bye 2x7=14. Bye 28:2= 14.......zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;“To keep on living you've to breathe, to survive from life's chaotic moments you've to dig your brain &amp; find what life has told you in the past.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: anyway wish me a good luck guys*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pis.lop.&amp;.gawl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3963405549504227038?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3963405549504227038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3963405549504227038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3963405549504227038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3963405549504227038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/farewell-14.html' title='Farewell, 14.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-933970368844093820</id><published>2011-06-17T12:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:34:31.415+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ass off</title><content type='html'>So true.&lt;br /&gt;So what? Sometimes when people you used to be close with no longer there for you, you just gotta move on. No time to play any other character in a game. But it ain't that easy to forget memories about me &amp; them. Especially when I'm outside looking in. The door is closed. The window is not. The words "Come Back" exists. But its just a couple of words. No effort. I've tried. But the result is more or less like when your credit card is declined. Have a good time y'all, that's all I could say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-933970368844093820?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/933970368844093820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=933970368844093820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/933970368844093820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/933970368844093820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/ass-off.html' title='ass off'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6125163384342849407</id><published>2011-06-15T17:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:27:51.275+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ideal Future Boyf (soon to be husband)</title><content type='html'>Am I writing a list? Yeah. And more's coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rich&lt;br /&gt;2. Good looking&lt;br /&gt;3. Loves me&lt;br /&gt;4. Faithful&lt;br /&gt;5. Not a d-bag&lt;br /&gt;6. Not fat, not too thin, fab abs&lt;br /&gt;7. Respects me&lt;br /&gt;8. Cooks italian foods&lt;br /&gt;9. Uses sword &amp; guns&lt;br /&gt;10. Drives car&lt;br /&gt;11. NOT a daily motor bikers&lt;br /&gt;12. Smart&lt;br /&gt;13. Sophisticated&lt;br /&gt;14. Shoes-a-holic&lt;br /&gt;15. Understands art&lt;br /&gt;16. Buys me Lindor&amp;white roses at Valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;17. Tells me to "take care" everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;18. Uses fragrances from Polo&lt;br /&gt;19. Buys me Chanel no.5 at our 1st anniversary&lt;br /&gt;20. Takes photographs of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you find those kind of guys (born 1996, 1995, 1994, 1993, 1992, &amp; 1991) okkk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6125163384342849407?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6125163384342849407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6125163384342849407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6125163384342849407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6125163384342849407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-ideal-future-boyf-soon-to-be-husband.html' title='My Ideal Future Boyf (soon to be husband)'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3087267279461900646</id><published>2011-06-14T22:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:33:15.169+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Single</title><content type='html'>... First of all I want to let you know I'm using this "Bloody..." Word bcs I'm improving my British accent. I need something new to learn ','v....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to confront this: I really wanted to marry a prince. My choices are &lt;br /&gt;a) Prince Harry of England.&lt;br /&gt;b) Prince Andrea of Monaco. &lt;br /&gt;c) Prince Pierre of Monaco.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which, are impossible to be with. Ah. I'm a bloody idiot. I don't have any chance to meet them, and the chance to step on the same soil like them is like, what, 20%? I'm not a rich girl. When I started to baby cried like this, no one is aware that I DO seriously want me to be that. Hell, I made the d option: "Stay single FOREVER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just like putting my hand up when the teachers offer the students to answer questions they made, I, volunteered to answer my own question: "Single? Give me multiple meanings of it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single » a status that I tag along my self while I'm living this life (1996-?)&lt;br /&gt;Single » a status which situated the person who has it available on the market.&lt;br /&gt;Single » a condition where the person doesn't have any mutual feeling for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you don't have a date to your prom.&lt;br /&gt;Single » something you should avoid when you're about to enter high school drama period.&lt;br /&gt;Single » means you're like a pair of brown leather shoes between shiny sparkling satin &amp; sequins heels at the department store.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you leave for bed early just the entire of your single period (which in my case has been: FOREVER) without thinking &amp; waiting for a boy's phoning you.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you feel that hang out just with YourSelf = enough enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you day dream about buying someone a cashmere black scarf &amp; a very masculine smelled au de perfume or a Rolex with your name on it after "with love," when you visit a store that cost fortune to buy from.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you watch soap opera just to feel an emotion flow, which you can't quite feel in a real life.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you cook just a plate of pasta at Friday night &amp; shrug you shoulder while you feel like you can't help the silence, minus the quite helping tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you have like plenty of time to watch the re-aired tv shows that you've not watched because you've tons of papers to be finished.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you wish you have mathematics &amp; science homework at Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you rarely hear even a ring at your phone that means new entry on inbox. Means = you just use your phone to contact your mom to get picked from school/Mc Donald's.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you read novels about a single self-conscious girl who finally in the epic end, finds her match &amp; fly to exotic place (I've been to exotic places like dozens of times BUT never with 'someone')&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you keep red roses from your first piano concert to impress the visitor who'd think that they were from a boyfriend on valentine's day without asking.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you get up from bed without any brand new excitement to meet someone special at school. Just get up from bed, have a brief well cleaned cold shower, curse at everything, &amp; get to school just to swallow everything.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you feel you're just an ordinary girl with way too high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you listen to a self confidential songs all the time beside of love songs.&lt;br /&gt;Single » when you know you're writing the definitions of single BUT do not find the whole thing in one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3087267279461900646?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3087267279461900646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3087267279461900646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3087267279461900646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3087267279461900646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/bloody-single.html' title='Bloody Single'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7856702716393833612</id><published>2011-06-06T20:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:48:48.764+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/30/2011</title><content type='html'>Dear, Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this letter I tell you my concern about the service of your staff (which I can't remember his name.) I went there to have some tea &amp; chilling out w/ my friends, so I gave him Rp23.000,- in Rp20.000,- 2 of Rp1.000,- &amp; 2 coins of Rp500,- because honestly I had a lack of cash in my wallet &amp; I just got another Rp100.000,- which I considered to stay in my wallet just in case I need to buy something else. Shockingly, your cashier staff said "Sorry, do you have any other money?", I said "Yes, but just another Rp100.000,-", he told me that's fine. So, hesitantly I gave him that amount of money. I do felt so embarrassed &amp; also suspicious, I asked myself "Is Rp1.000,- no longer accepted in stores?" I'm kind of annoyed with it, Rp1.000,- = money, and there are a LOT of people outside need it, but your staff arrogantly denied to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after I had my tea there, me &amp; my friends went to Seven Eleven in front of Senayan City, there, I bought a bag of chip &amp; medium hot chocolate that costed Rp21.000,- I still had Rp20.000,- &amp; Rp1.000,- that supposed to be taken by your staff, I gave Seven Eleven's staff that Rp20.000,- but obviously hesitated to take the Rp1.000,- out, their staff asked me "What's wrong?", I asked him back "Do you accept Rp1.000,-?", he said "Of course." After shared my disappointment of Coffee Bean to Seven Eleven's staff (which seemed confused with my little chat) I remember my friend that also bought a milk tea (less than Rp30.000,-) + brownies (less than Rp30.000,-) and had to pay Rp69.000,-!! I didn't see the receipt but she's my friend, I believe her. Do some math, Coffee Bean! Rp30.000,- x 2 = Rp60.000!! Well, Rp9.000,- is not a large amount of money but STILL it COUNTS. If you can't work out your staffs' calculation I'm sure you won't have enough visitor. I'm not comparing you to another coffee shops in town, but come on, there are a LOT of coffee shops with better tastes &amp; environment BUT still accept Rp1.000,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Writer of The Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7856702716393833612?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7856702716393833612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7856702716393833612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7856702716393833612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7856702716393833612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/5302011.html' title='5/30/2011'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4427248471222154191</id><published>2011-06-06T20:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:46:53.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>holly shiz, im all set!</title><content type='html'>I'm graduated! I'm out of junior high! Not cool. I'm not liking the life so much but yeah its the best school years so far. &lt;br /&gt;Senior high? Uncool. I'm speaking my mind out loud now. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I belong THERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, they have to know that I'm not a sweet mouthed person. And as I have ever felt how to feel so insecure about myself &amp; "won the game", I could be rude when it comes to people that give shit about me bfr I could spell their name right.&lt;br /&gt;As of the #shs101 tips for myself all I could tell to myself is just: go straight ahead. You know what's on the road. You could handle it. Go for what you want. Don't let anyone underestimate you. Be patient. You'll be out in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for now. You know I'm a lazy ass :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4427248471222154191?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4427248471222154191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4427248471222154191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4427248471222154191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4427248471222154191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/06/holly-shiz-im-all-set.html' title='holly shiz, im all set!'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7658420550764431657</id><published>2011-05-29T12:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:22:40.427+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polyvore'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style='position:relative;width:400px;height:400px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/im_sorry/set?.embedder=243379&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=32014898'&gt;&lt;img force='1' border='0' height='400' title='I&amp;apos;m Sorry' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmlJUDdxN09KNEJHNWJ0LVV1RXNwOXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' alt='I&amp;apos;m Sorry' width='400'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/im_sorry/set?.embedder=243379&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=32014898'&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=243379&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=243379'&gt;MirantiNastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/flower_hair_accessories/shop?query=flower+hair+accessories'&gt;flower hair accessories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='padding-top:16px;font-size:0.75em'&gt;&lt;p style='clear:both;margin:0em;padding:0px'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.embedder=243379&amp;amp;.mid=embed-imagelist&amp;amp;id=30947678' rel='nofollow'&gt;&lt;img force='1' height='50' style='border:1px solid #cccccc;margin:0 8px 8px 0;padding:2px;background-color:#ffffff;' src='http://cf1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/30947678.jpg' hspace='4' align='left' width='50'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='margin-bottom:8px'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.embedder=243379&amp;amp;.mid=embed-imagelist&amp;amp;id=30947678' rel='nofollow'&gt;Flower hair accessory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;29 GBP - mylabel.co.uk&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br style='display:none'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&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/7695627199308793704-7658420550764431657?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7658420550764431657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7658420550764431657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7658420550764431657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7658420550764431657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-sorry.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Sorry'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1033541326093753246</id><published>2011-05-23T18:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:24:59.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Ibek :)</title><content type='html'>So today is kinda rough. But thank God I have a very nice friends. Like ~&gt; Nadya Naulita ☺&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say you're one of my greatest friends! Like really, you could calm me down, help me through critical crisis, and before you think you're not that good, I warn you, Bek, you're beautiful inside &amp; out! Don't let the world brings you down :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post may not be as worth it as what you've said to me, but yeah I think I should give you a reward :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1033541326093753246?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1033541326093753246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1033541326093753246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1033541326093753246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1033541326093753246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/05/thanks-ibek.html' title='Thanks Ibek :)'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3780921627498672257</id><published>2011-05-20T17:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:10:42.452+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion Wave</title><content type='html'>Abal lo mir, nonton glee nangis, nonton bones nangis, SMP nonton arti sahabat jg. Org dongo.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm bein such a dramaqueen lately. Overreacting. So I'm telling you that I might not post anythin till I get my humanity backkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love♥&lt;br /&gt;Mirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3780921627498672257?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3780921627498672257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3780921627498672257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3780921627498672257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3780921627498672257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/05/emotion-wave.html' title='Emotion Wave'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6992385194098432835</id><published>2011-05-10T22:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:31:26.961+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made to be Adored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style='position:relative;width:400px;height:400px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/made_to_be_adored/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=31346711'&gt;&lt;img force='1' border='0' height='400' title='Made to be Adored.' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmZsVzBrUnA3NEJHbFNxeGtlTzB6ZmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' alt='Made to be Adored.' width='400'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/made_to_be_adored/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=31346711'&gt;Made to be Adored.&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=243379'&gt;MirantiNastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/dial_watches/shop?query=dial+watches'&gt;dial watches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='padding-top:16px;font-size:0.75em'&gt;&lt;p style='clear:both;margin:0em;padding:0px'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.mid=embed-imagelist&amp;amp;id=33893047' rel='nofollow'&gt;&lt;img force='1' height='50' style='border:1px solid #cccccc;margin:0 8px 8px 0;padding:2px;background-color:#ffffff;' src='http://cf2.polyvoreimg.com/thing.33893047.s.jpg' hspace='4' align='left' width='50'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='margin-bottom:8px'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.mid=embed-imagelist&amp;amp;id=33893047' rel='nofollow'&gt;Madewell pleated dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;$185 - 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But I didn't get a lot of 100 :( I just got 5 of them. I mean its enough but I'm not satisfied with em. Well its just me -_-&lt;br /&gt;Oh and anyway the UP was going well, except p.e (yeah I guess you knew) but one of the good thing is I didn't embarass myself in shuttle run. I got 90 if I'm not mistaken. But holy crap, its my second try, that's why I couldn't ran faster bcs my first try went a bit... Silly. I forgot to step on the white line. Crapppp.&lt;br /&gt;And I passed every subjects EXCEPT "Physical Education" geez. That's a silly failure I made. Hope the karate thingy helps l8r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need: back &amp; head massage.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: (˘_˘”)&lt;br /&gt;NowPlyg: half of my heart -john meyer &amp; taylor swift.&lt;br /&gt;RecentFilm: CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I had a good Satnite, don't worry bout it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-8821759189090049469?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8821759189090049469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=8821759189090049469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8821759189090049469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8821759189090049469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/report-card.html' title='Report Card'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7322041137984891001</id><published>2011-03-18T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:42:41.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>Gue lg jalan ke kantin nih, lg turun, trs ada temen gue tb2 nanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temen: "Mir, lo pcrn ya sm si *nyebut nama temen gue*?"&lt;br /&gt;Gue: *shock* "hah? Engga. Knp nanya itu?"&lt;br /&gt;T: "engga kirain doang haha"&lt;br /&gt;G: "oh oke2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipikiran gue yg terlintas...&lt;br /&gt;Mereka mikir kalo...&lt;br /&gt;Miranti a/ cewek plg galaku sesekolah.___.&lt;br /&gt;Eventho kucing sklh udh beranak 10 (dia sih bdnnya msh remaja kucing imut2 gitu, jd kl otaklo ganyampe, mksd gue smp bertaun2) gue bkl single kyk gini bee.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Ga segitunya sih... Tp...&lt;br /&gt;Secret admirer pun tak ada. Sedih (-̩̩̩-͡ ̗--̩̩̩͡) &lt;br /&gt;Emg muka gue seburik itu? Heh-___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7322041137984891001?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7322041137984891001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7322041137984891001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7322041137984891001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7322041137984891001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1871616506406988076</id><published>2011-03-17T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:49:03.275+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>I'm not ready to be a HS student.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation is obviously not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate changes.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've learnt more than a quarter of my life in junior high, then I have this feeling that I'll loose it all when I face my freshmen year *sucking my head to the trash bin*&lt;br /&gt;3 years from now I'll have my ID Card, Driving Licence, etc. Gosh, am I growing that fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its just last year I have my orientation week in jhs.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Now, I freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tests...&lt;br /&gt;Are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;From outside.&lt;br /&gt;And inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Of being overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;By my pushy surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they read this.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can't do several things.&lt;br /&gt;But I could do mostly of those skillful things.&lt;br /&gt;Why I could get a bad judgement just by one thing I R E A L L Y don't specialise on.&lt;br /&gt;So unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate those nerdy fat girls&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate them.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one of them, err except the nerd part, I'm more like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;They already have a lot of pain from theirselves, wanting to look good.&lt;br /&gt;People around should not judge them that harsh.&lt;br /&gt;They have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;Soft.&lt;br /&gt;But they're trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Holding a piece of paper, written, "beauty is not from the outside, but the inside"&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Treat US well.&lt;br /&gt;Could you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1871616506406988076?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1871616506406988076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1871616506406988076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1871616506406988076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1871616506406988076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3255349168314741170</id><published>2011-03-17T19:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:32:21.271+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Box of Memories</title><content type='html'>Box of those things, idk when I have enough strength to letting the memories die along by just burning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I want to post this song's lyrics, its from Lady Antebellum, "All We'd Ever Need" but I'll type few lines that for me is very touching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it's been all this time&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;I stare at your photograph&lt;br /&gt;Still sleep in the shirt you left&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;My friends think I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I've kept all the words you said&lt;br /&gt;In a box underneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're happy I'll get through somehow&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that I've been screaming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys could mend your broken heart, just let the tears come out, cause somehow its the best instant healer we could get.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, love means you've been strong enough to take the risk, now if your heart is shattered, that's the thing you paid for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2350149519309119312</id><published>2011-03-12T22:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:38:45.097+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Quote</title><content type='html'>Love is not a game. No pause button, no skip button, no forward button, no stop button. There are only "Game Over" &amp; "New Game"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-2350149519309119312?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2350149519309119312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2350149519309119312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2350149519309119312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2350149519309119312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-quote.html' title='Saturday Quote'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4887117513904745651</id><published>2011-03-09T16:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:43:22.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In every single happy ending tale, there's something that almost of the readers always forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forgotten one. The one that left behind. The one that has a shattered heart. The one that let the prince to marry the perfect princess &amp; live happily ever after without telling him how much she suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember H. C. Anderson's tale? About a mermaid that turned into bubbles (?) When she decided not to kill the prince she loved that married a princess from another kingdom? She realised it so much, that she could be a normal mermaid, by killing the one she loved that made her so sure to turned herself into a normal person...&lt;br /&gt;She can't use her beautiful voice again to remind him she's the one that helped him when he was nearly dead. She can't. Don't care how much she tried to scream, don't care how much she wanted him to know she loved him with all of her heart. No, she can't. The space in the prince's heart is empty now, its only for his wedded princess. But we've to admit it, the mermaid's love is stronger than anyone to him. He just doesn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth revealed :-) now prince I hope you could know how much the mermaid loved you until she sacrificed her own life for you. However, no matter you tried to figure it out why, you'll never find the answer of your question. Because all we know she's gone. For you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4887117513904745651?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4887117513904745651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4887117513904745651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4887117513904745651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4887117513904745651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-every-single-happy-ending-tale.html' title=''/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2588524422435544085</id><published>2011-03-07T20:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:55:50.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HS</title><content type='html'>Gue mau msk sma lain selain abj. Satu faktor anehnya a/:&lt;br /&gt;GUE MAU ROK PNJG!!&lt;br /&gt;Lo tau rok sekolah di penabur itu selutut &amp; gue gasuka sm seragamnya!!!! Gue gasuka rok pendek yg membuka aurat paha kl duduk&amp;terbang pas lg jln. Gue butuh rok pnjg yg nutup kegendutan gue •͡_•͡ ga fair!&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau negeri, gue mau pake rok pnjg abu2 normal, pake kemeja tnp rompi abal.&lt;br /&gt;Kl gue bs komplain betapa bencinya gue sm seragam alay ini. Mungkin mksdnya biar gangecap, tp rompi useless bgt. Mending blazer deh. Hm tolol nih gue pengen bgt rok pnjg. Huuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;Mama plis ijinin ke negeri. Tp duit sma sini udh byr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengen nangis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-2588524422435544085?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2588524422435544085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2588524422435544085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2588524422435544085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2588524422435544085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/hs.html' title='HS'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6706599395393987684</id><published>2011-03-07T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:27:07.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JJF11</title><content type='html'>Somehow the one we've been searching for is always be right there... In front of us. We don't see him because there's always something that keeping us away. But I've checked. Mine is nowhere to be found :-|&lt;br /&gt;I'm a baby. A 14 years old baby. My mum treats me like I'm a pre-puberty 9 years old girl. But I like it. At least I don't have a love life that boys could mess around. I love to be you know, me. I love to day dreaming. I hate p.e. I love art. I love organising something. Well basically I love being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Gue pergi ke javajazz2011 Friday. W/ andrea km &amp; andrea's cousin. Sepatu gue jebol (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩) gue beli oxford deh :( sedih &amp; kecewa gue buang sepatu gue ke tong smph. Suer. Terus kita ber 4 gatau mau ngapain jd kita sok2 ke semua ruangan foto2 &amp; ngadem. Kita berteduh di.... Stagenya Dira Sugandi! Kita nungguin Glen main....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sandiwarakah selama ini... Setelah sekian lama kita tlah bersama....."&lt;br /&gt;Gue, km, dea, berkaca2 kyk org dongo. Kita bertiga adalah galauers diantara pasangan2 mabok cinta disana!!!!! Slh tempat. Mereka peluk2, raba2 (ETS), &amp; syg2an. B. A. B. I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh gue beli magnum dulu deh terus capcus ke Santana. Lebih dongo lg. Gue antri sendiri. Nonton like a quarter of his show alone. Duduk. Teler. Ngantuk. Secara siangnya gue 3x tes. Hm udh essay UPI gue bs lebih dr 400words lg. Rajin oh rajin. Then my mum came along. Gue mkn dulu... Rencananya sih kebab......&lt;br /&gt;Eh...... Bakmi juga. Belom smp situ. Sekitar jam setengah 1 gitu gue balik. Ke sevel di dkt tampur situ dulu. Beli hotchocolate &amp; lays yg 10servings- seaweed tentu dgn a cup of it cheese cream (I wonder, if sevel NEEDS us to buy the cream like 3k/cup it should have a quite big surplus. Thanks God it doesn't)&lt;br /&gt;Paginya gue boker dgn sukses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belom cukup gue kermh manda mkn bakso joko. Di byrn mayan ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okedeh smp sini doelss ya BUBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6706599395393987684?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6706599395393987684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6706599395393987684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6706599395393987684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6706599395393987684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/jjf11.html' title='JJF11'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3470220563262534156</id><published>2011-03-07T18:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:35:46.318+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another good things</title><content type='html'>I truly grateful of my languages scores. All &gt;80. Well atleast it could help me :-)&lt;br /&gt;Idk what I wanna say. Life is more acceptable. Iv to go thru 2-month then I WILL BE FREE &amp; go to bali w/ 16 ☺ we'll have good time at the cruise &amp; like a prom at a hotel (yeah I eaves dropped abt this from my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3470220563262534156?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3470220563262534156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3470220563262534156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3470220563262534156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3470220563262534156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-good-things.html' title='another good things'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3025050094875341791</id><published>2011-03-03T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:40:19.451+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Quote</title><content type='html'>"You could paint your dreams in the sky. But with you I get it enough with just painting my nails."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3025050094875341791?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3025050094875341791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3025050094875341791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3025050094875341791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3025050094875341791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/thursday-quote.html' title='Thursday Quote'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6190559621005350002</id><published>2011-03-02T16:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:11:11.138+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alay SPELL</title><content type='html'>Gue baru dengerin lagunya Raisa yg 'Serba Salah' phew, oke gue ketinggalan beaudhzzzxsawwaf. Anyway beberapa waktu lalu lalu gue &amp; kelompok mata minus (heck yeah anak2 9b kyk gue, andrea&lt;dea&gt;, ibek, daceng, astri, km, &amp; frinka yg emg semuanya pake kacamata 8-o) lg otewe -ceilah otewe- dr lab fisika ke kls &amp;&amp; kita ngalor ngidul EH ngomongin nama msn .___. Mereka ngetawain nama msn gue (muachgals@hot) dgn nistanya, gue misahmisuh secara itu gue buat pas sd kali. Huft (Ơ̴̴̴̴̴̴͡.̮Ơ̴̴͡) untungnya bermuara ke friendster. Kl gkslh gue nama fsnya miRantee DEH ._.v atau udh Miranti Nastiti doang. Dan tolong jgn slhkan gue... Nama fs frinka pun "Frinkz" MUNGKIN dgn 'atribut' semerawut khas anak sd taun 2007 :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin awalnya gue inget2 ginian dimulai saat gue ke rumah manda sm marvin &amp; winsten (gue mkn kfc 2 biji &amp; gue liat kl si whisky &lt;anjingnya dia&gt; bisa 'dapet' coy!!&gt; Gue main laptop smbl mix lagu kan buat senam, buka2 youtube, gue sm manda ngakak2 buka Choi Si Won (member super junior, yg I have to admit... He's the hottest one for me!!!) Secara gue ngefans parah sm "wonnie oppa" dr gue kls 5 (˘_˘”) terus gue nostalgia Jang Geun Suk yg gue ngefans abis dr kls 6 terus Kim Bum yg gue jatuh cinta sm dia dr kls 8. And fortunately none of them lasts until now ¬_¬'&lt;br /&gt;Saya sendiri prefer kaukasoid atau mestis atau campuran org putih bule dgn org asia tengah ._. Sekarang sih gitu.contohnya kyk:&lt;br /&gt;Rob Kardashian pastilah, &lt;br /&gt;Ashley Benjo boleh jg kok but I'm not a huge fan of him, &lt;br /&gt;terus Taylor Lautner oke jg,&lt;br /&gt;Chris Geere kl gklsh oke tuh,&lt;br /&gt;J. Sumpter, the peterpan :P&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Sangster *\(‾▽‾)/* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, tolong dekatkan salah 1 dr mereka yg skrg dibawah 25 tahun agar menjadi jodohku. Bila tidak, tolong paksain Ya Allah. Kalo msh gabisa, biarin mereka gapunya jodoh. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6190559621005350002?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6190559621005350002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6190559621005350002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6190559621005350002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6190559621005350002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/03/alay-spell.html' title='alay SPELL'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-279934115341412736</id><published>2011-02-27T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:39:45.951+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Post :-)</title><content type='html'>☺PENING QU☺TES&lt;br /&gt;"There are 2 kinds of people in this world: Givers &amp; Takers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said, givers sleep well at the night MORE than takers do. But, really? I (try to understand that I'm not taking TOO much &amp; I give what I could give) never sleep well (yeah at least since 2011 started which is my academic &amp; social life turning point, I'll -hopefully- graduated from junior high &amp; start my freshman year, see what I meant "turning point"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•REFLECTION•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just sometimes, I really need someone to rely on. Its real hard to walk with my head up on my heels at night and to speak think logically in my uniform at day. Or even in certain time to crawl in my pj, craving for a chocolate bar at the middle of night. Dignity. Not only a few people that are thinking how my I could be so stubborn about my own opinion. Well I met few people that are such a real stubborn like me, but usually we end up mashing our opinions &amp; it really works. EXCEPT for someone, I'm going to tell you about, let's say the name of this person is..... DoeDoe :P&lt;br /&gt;I rather being annoyed by my sister for years than by this DoeDoe. DoeDoe is not annoying, yet sarcastic. DoeDoe loves to blame another by blurting another's secret to other for DoeDoe's sake. But at a VERY few moment, DoeDoe could be so sweet, asking you your story, making you swearing on someone &amp; wait until DoeDoe tells it to that someone after DoeDoe heated you up &amp; made you pull the trigger. DoeDoe always wins! But for a lot of people, DoeDoe is very dangerous, selfish, two-face, &amp; disliked. Enough for the reflection tonight, one thing we should learn from this DoeDoe's story, don't take anyone for granted or even take them to make new drama. We have a life &amp; we should GET A FUCKIN LIFE!! Not dramas, you want some? Go make it for &amp; WITH yourself! Don't pull anyone to the hell of drama ☺ enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO♥E LIFE &amp; Et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm panting. Like now I'm hanging to none, more like I'm not depending to any boy right now. I really let it flow. I need someone to chill me out, when I get mad he's going to text me like this:&lt;br /&gt;"you could gone mad, but I could gone mad too. I actually am. I'm madly in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;Or he's going to call me at a quarter after 1 a.m after he read my tweet, saying I couldn't get some sleep because I'm having so much pressure, he calls me for just saying non sense but sweet things like:&lt;br /&gt;"If you couldn't sleep, I'll count the sheep with you, you don't have to worry if there's one or two will be uncounted because I'm a really good shepard, not literally, I mean I'm not only good. I'm hot. Well the real thing is I think I'm just really awesome because I made you mine &amp; you made me yours"&lt;br /&gt;Its just a freaking dreams. Broken dreams. I'm not looking anyway. I'm focusing on my school &amp; spiritual journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "Why you keep on thinking about it? You should get over it!!"&lt;br /&gt;B: "You don't understand! YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might ask, "where were you when I was crying in the stall?", "where were you when I was screaming all the way home?", "where were you when I was biting my lips, rolling my eyes to avoid the tears in the hallway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could simply (STILL) remember when I was the old me. I dreamed of me, who believe in love &amp; its miracle. Was. It has no meaning now, after all. I miss that picture of the old me. But somehow I hate that so much. How I put my dreams at the moon, talking to the stars, waiting at the bench. Those tortured me. Its better to be like the new me. Depend on nothing except God, afraid of nothing except God, have goals for a long period of time. I'm so sad sometimes. My friends have boys to go to talk with. To hug when they're tired &amp; confused. Its not like when my family gives their family hug, but its more like the experience of having someone who loves you for being who you are, not because he grew up with you or blood related, of course my family loves me for who I'm but its still different, right? Hm just keep on reaching my goals. Setting my new goals. I'll reach em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-279934115341412736?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/279934115341412736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=279934115341412736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/279934115341412736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/279934115341412736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-post.html' title='Sunday Post :-)'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-5656014591833483674</id><published>2011-02-25T18:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:10:08.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEs</title><content type='html'>» Recent news: I have Java Jazz 2011's daily pass &amp; Santana's ticket :P well yeah I'll book ARTTM's ticket later but I don't really know if I could go there OR not :-( these next months will certainly be confusing :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Main Topic: someWHEN, someWHERE, someONE, someHOW&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a day when my boy will come. When everything is right for me. When this man is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of falling in love again, perhaps its because of my bad experience. I believe, somewhen, somehow, somewhere, someone will come along, fixing my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;When I made this decision, I don't know why I feel SO MUCH mature, "I'm not going to play with love. Its a serious thing. I don't want to screw it. I want a good one. Or maybe ones :-P" but afterall I just need a very few boyfriends before I married. ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-5656014591833483674?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5656014591833483674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=5656014591833483674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5656014591833483674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5656014591833483674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/somes.html' title='SOMEs'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4417782340562719261</id><published>2011-02-23T20:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:09:31.128+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>Err okay I made this out welllllll before I refill my brain w/ the whole science thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my new twitter display picture &amp; I've to admit that I look like I've lost numbers of pounds *pom-pom dance* well you should take a good look at it &amp; compare it with my ol' picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua serba salah buat situasi kita. Gue tau lo ngomongin gue blablabla s'okay to make yourself look so weak to seek the light. I'm used to it. Cause I know it won't bring you a thing BUT a bad review of you on my burn book. Since you've achieved it before. Hm. I'm getting used to that pain, telling them I'm okay is not a lie, cause I'm &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I got everything on track. I keep my self organized. Now look at you, you thought you broke me but what you've done is weaken yourself &amp; me myself becoming stronger. So think twice cause I know you knew it better than anyone else ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Td tryout binggris kan EH! Udh seneng2 gt yg jaga laoshi, EH! Mati lampu. Babs abis. Udh mana lg berseragam pramuka, hih gerah! T.o nya susah2gampang. Anyway td pas break gue lg sm ibin gita levina daceng cibeng ibek di 9b yg lg sepi, cm bersisa stefanie &amp; hazel. Terus si ibin gita joget2, terus ngakak prh kl udh ngeliat mrk berdua lawak abs brur.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin, krn t.o2 &amp; tugas &amp; jadwal padet (&amp; I really meant it) frekuensi gue bertemu sahabat gue kyk si sule yg di sklh aja udh susah BGT gmn si ayu?-_- okay I miss you lohhhh ~~ krn gue kangen gt sm shbt2 gue, gue mau tulis2 ttg mrk lagi ah :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, thankyou for supporting me thru it all. Sometimes I feel like I got you guys got my back :-) you help me to heal the scars on my back. You guys listen to my screams. And you guys stand by your own opinion, NOT just washin' your hands like most of people do. I love to hear that your love life's improving. One of my bestfriends is in a healthy relationship, &amp; the other one is one step behind that relationship, so you have to make your big shot :P&lt;br /&gt;Kaykay, idk what am I writing about now :/ its me you know. Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;┌(‾▽‾)/&lt;br /&gt;MRNTNSTT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4417782340562719261?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4417782340562719261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4417782340562719261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4417782340562719261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4417782340562719261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4737307159996047013</id><published>2011-02-20T18:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:44:45.474+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Way You Lie</title><content type='html'>Rihanna hebat bs kyk gitu. Well sebenernya I hate the way you lie. You protect your happiness &amp; selfishness with sacrificing me. Happy now? You should be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite satisfied, after all of cheap bullshits I stand for my self. Drink for the broken hearted. Drink for the strong hearted. Drink for those liars. Drink for our life!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not sure what's I'm going to do next, I'm happier because I do have lighter thingy on my shoulder :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living my life. I'm writing it. I'm written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jd td gue ke gancy sm nyoks sm si gembul. Gue hari ini serba coklat brur, creambath coklat :9 whittaker &amp; fmsamos, kaos coklat &amp; heels coklat. Yg ga senada cm legging item &amp; croc struct purse-___-&lt;br /&gt;Disana nyoks janjian gitcu sm tante indah om anto tante dian aurel (simply call her oel, mm I remembered opa rudi used to called her owl :-P) oya hanif &amp; nadhia *\(‾▽‾)/*&lt;br /&gt;We ate like the whole world at pizzahut. I ordered a plate of mushroom fett, bruscheta, I ate 2 slices of pizza, salad, &amp; now I decide to skip meals for tomorro.&lt;br /&gt;We went to informa, me, oel, nins, oya, mom &amp; tante dian. The under 16 (-_-) group are dreaming &amp; dreaming about those fine furnitures be our servants' room, teehee you wish (˘_˘”)&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped by for froyos at redmango then me nyoks &amp; nins balik ke rmh. Tp ke carrefour dulu skrg gue sempetin blogging dimobil nunggu nyoks ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh besok saya try-out bhs indo jam 2an gitu (weirddd!! But seriously, it'll be held at 2pm!) Wish me luck &amp; no teler2 ya ┌(‾▽‾)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4737307159996047013?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4737307159996047013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4737307159996047013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4737307159996047013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4737307159996047013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-way-you-lie.html' title='I Love The Way You Lie'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6859591507758274143</id><published>2011-02-19T21:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:49:56.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurting Out. Terribly Sorry! :(</title><content type='html'>Okay I need to blurt this out. Capek rasanya dibohongi publik, terus ditikam dr blkg kyk I'm just a stupid girl who will forgive &amp; give you an amnesty everytime you make me upset. I know you may think I overreacting this time but I'm not. I forgave but I don't forget it. So it is impossible that I could go back to the person I used to be. You said you can't control, girl you should now better when you asked me to be the girl I used to be. But how could I? After I left the person I used to be behind? After you disappoint me, that now I couldn't believe &amp; fully rely at anyone. You taught me to not believe at anyone now, I used to tell you what's good what's bad, wish I wasn't. Wish I've never met you guys. Wish I'm living my life proudly w/o you. Wish I could erase this bad feeling. Wishes...... Are just wishes. The fact that I just can't get over something that fast with all of the changes. I'm just flowing with it. But actually... I don't know I'm stuck on it. Like everybody is moving on except me. I'm not steps ahead nor being left. I'm just not in their track. I'm thinking of whole different idea that they probably never imagine before. I'm blaming myself because I'm just too tired of being so ugly and fat. I'm feeling pity for myself because it feels like nobody's listening OR even care! I'm telling myself I should prove them, that eventhough I'm not beautiful, I could be better than them, who've tortured me. Thanks to them I've this faith that I could prove them that I'm special &amp; make them regret of their deed to me. Thanks for stabbed my back. Thanks for the tears. Thanks for the lesson, I appreciate it so much. Saya.sangat.sakit.hati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6859591507758274143?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6859591507758274143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6859591507758274143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6859591507758274143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6859591507758274143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/blurting-out-terribly-sorry.html' title='Blurting Out. Terribly Sorry! :('/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-5544591528658605339</id><published>2011-02-19T19:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:41:59.288+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cominnn!</title><content type='html'>Okay 2nd T.O's results are finally here! Well well! I did well at english so I got 9,4. But my science &amp; maths are just...FCKME. 60.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Bahasa's result is not announced yet (˘_˘”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well udh 2 bulan ya 2011 ini ☺ gue udh bljr bnyk hal smp sini. Dari yg gmn caranya membagi waktu smp dihianatin org yg kita percaya. Like common people said, "you will never have your life just like how you want it to be"&lt;br /&gt;But how disappointing my life is nothing compared to those who are not lucky as I'm. Outside is raining, I'm wishing someone could hear my thought. I wish I could fix everything in me. I love raindrops. The sound of it. Like the roof is bombarded by it. How it simply reflects my life. Bombarded by problems &amp; thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate my guts. How it could be such a fear of mine. And how it uses to be true :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howaboutyou?&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-5544591528658605339?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5544591528658605339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=5544591528658605339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5544591528658605339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5544591528658605339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/cominnn.html' title='Cominnn!'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3460262582796476718</id><published>2011-02-18T16:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:12:56.332+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribidibrabadasyasasa</title><content type='html'>I could say, I couldn't be more grateful for the inventor of instant noodle :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a dream could make someone's perceptions change. I get used to this. Dreams &amp; realities are difficult to be recognised from far, like when I add blue paint &amp; just a little bit of red. At first you find its the same colour, but actually its not just blue, its just an unfinished purple, like dream, it lasts for awhile, wishing it could last longer, &amp; when we're in there, we don't know if its the real life/just a dream, but eventhough its just a dream, it (somehow) gives an effect to ourlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just it then. My score is lower than ever :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3460262582796476718?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3460262582796476718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3460262582796476718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3460262582796476718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3460262582796476718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/bribidibrabadasyasasa.html' title='Bribidibrabadasyasasa'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4779636654326852456</id><published>2011-02-14T19:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:50:10.014+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>Happy Fricking Valentine!!!&lt;br /&gt;May u guys have more lucky love life than mine -,- so I got like 20+ chocolates &amp; a bouquet of rosesss :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITXHES GO TO HELLLLLLLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥ M ♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4779636654326852456?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4779636654326852456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4779636654326852456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4779636654326852456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4779636654326852456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3652578918469329429</id><published>2011-02-10T19:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:50:13.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>I'm studying social but I think I have to write here :/ probably bcs I've no time to talk w/ someone. Oh my God, I'm still exhausted, so Friday is not the end of em, I still have extra lessons on Saturday, means I've to pick between it &amp; my piano course. Tough one, so I chose to change my piano lesson's time so I could still keep up with them. I'm just sooooo clueless. Today's art theory's test is aint easy! Pointillism, expressionism, naturalism, etc. So did the science test but I wish I could get a better score than the first science try out. Go go gooooo! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3652578918469329429?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3652578918469329429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3652578918469329429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3652578918469329429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3652578918469329429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3315261937224144592</id><published>2011-02-09T17:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:56:51.187+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired? Me too.</title><content type='html'>Today's test is just awful. I mean the first period went very well! But then its maths &amp; I'm freaking out 120 minutes of horror &amp; awful guessing. I can't keep my head straight, my neck is aching &amp; my head too :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'll go to JavaJazz'11 &amp; watch Santana. Its on March &amp; in that month I'll have my practical exams. Gr8.&lt;br /&gt;My school is such a good place if you want to spend your day, cause it'll feel so fast till you can't remember whatve you learnt exactly at the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh gue pusing berat sdgkn adek gue lg sok2 nyanyi Kesha &amp;&amp; smbl ngitung kartu Love&amp;Berry. Dammnnnnn. I'm having some bed&amp;me time until 7 then I'll take a shower &amp; I'll study science. I've so much to do, I've so much to tell, &amp; I've not much time. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay see you l8r ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3315261937224144592?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3315261937224144592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3315261937224144592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3315261937224144592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3315261937224144592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/tired-me-too.html' title='Tired? Me too.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7699606310658206093</id><published>2011-02-08T22:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:17:23.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted &amp; Better</title><content type='html'>I just took my extra lesson, I started at 8 &amp; finished at 9.30 pm see? I'm frickin tired :/ then I did my piano exercise tonight, just to make sure my fingers still do well, so bcs its late I only practise Canon. Now I'm lying on my bed, looking at the wont-stop-ticing-clock &amp; wont-shut-up-tv &amp; of course wont-stop-addicting-phone. Marvellous. Approaching to a new personality am I? Maybe. I aint sure. I mean I'm feeling different bout myself, its kinda getting better, my scores are getting higher &amp; my habits are getting better too, my lifestyle too, &amp; I think its because the power of praying. I do pray now! Eventhough I just do the evening one, but it feels like I'm bringing myself closer to God, I rely myself to God, &amp; it feels good, I've never felt so alone cause God always be here for me everytime I need God.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I feel is, when I ask God something, I don't expect it should be as good as I want, but as good as God wants in my life. So eventhough I suffered some pain, there's always something good after it. Thanks God ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: La Tahzan, don't be sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7699606310658206093?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7699606310658206093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7699606310658206093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7699606310658206093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7699606310658206093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/exhausted-better.html' title='Exhausted &amp; Better'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4641419320095317786</id><published>2011-02-08T17:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:13:25.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Out</title><content type='html'>Yap akhirnya nilai tryout 1 gue keluar, wlpn baru inggris, mtk, &amp; ipa.&lt;br /&gt;Ipa: 7,1 (urutan 5 \(´▽`)/) ---merasa idiot, knp 7? Knp ga bs lbh baik hhh bete abis-_-&lt;br /&gt;Mtk: 7,3 klgkslh, lglg merasa goblok, secara dulu nilai mtk gue pas uan sd 9,75 but this is junior high baby. &amp; gue emg ngerasa gada soal yg gmpg, msh untung dpt 7, tp gblh berpuas diri._.&lt;br /&gt;Inggris: 8,3. ININIH! Gedek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Td t.o jg kan trs lnjt bljr smp jam 4 hmpr setengah 5 gitu, bsk msh ada conver sm mtk. Makanya les deh smp jam 9 gitu. Capek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, dibalik kepenatan gue... Jreng2 td kocak loh. Gue sm si gaby sm mnd sm dea lg di 1 1/2 terus adek kls, anak baru gitu dtgin derryl, anak kls 7 gitu yg ada di deket kita gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Hey! Lo yg namanya Derryl ya? *ngangkat tangan*&lt;br /&gt;D: *bingung*&lt;br /&gt;R: Gue Rudy (atau siapa gitu-_-), salam kenal ya! *menjabat tngn ala kawula muda*&lt;br /&gt;D: iya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sm gaby ngakak bgt smp ke 9a disana gue sm gaby show._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas pagi dongggggg pas pak kls gue dijaga laoshi linda yg cantik baik ituuuu, terus ya gue ngobrol2 dikitlah sm si ibek, frinka, &amp; km, sesekali noleh ke andrea haha sbr ya de lo terisolasi gitu :P&lt;br /&gt;Lalu td tryout dr penabur ya yg bhs inggris? ƪ◣_◢ʃ br nomer 25 gue udh slh 4. Mau terjun. Babay. Eh ga deng lg nganggur kbr blm bljr lg nih. Gila ya sehari gue dr jam 7 smp jam 4, udh brp jam tuh? 9 jam!! Terus les di rmh dr jam 7.30 smp jam 9 itu 1 1/2 jam, jd gue bljr 10 jam 30 mnt / hari. Bayangin ya itu capek, blm lg artinya cm sktr 4 jam wkt sadar gue buat santai2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-4641419320095317786?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4641419320095317786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4641419320095317786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4641419320095317786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4641419320095317786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/try-out.html' title='Try Out'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6970357840937775907</id><published>2011-02-07T20:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:47:12.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekolah kebajikan</title><content type='html'>Knp judulnya bgt? Au. &lt;br /&gt;Udh jam sgn &amp; gue blm bljr inggris sm pak. Gbm deh. Au gue capek. Nahya, gue mau ngangkat topik enteng ajalah kali ini. Maley brur sok2 serius lg selow wae.&lt;br /&gt;Di sekolah gue, ya ga sekolah eksis jg sih-_- tp cukup terkenal di kalangan ibu2 &amp; bpk2 yg suka baca kompas. Penabur. Ya gitu deh, emg sih sklh anak2 pinter desas desusnya, gue gatau, &amp; gue gapinter jg ah, hanya kece. Dan gue sklh di penabur bintaro, penabur plg bnyk etnisnya, dr cina smp papua, dr bule smp jawa ada brur. Gue mau cerita ttg tongkrongannya aja di kalangan smp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dpn ruang osis. &lt;br /&gt;Strategis, dkt kantin 1 1/2 (itu namanya!), lapangan, pintu blkg, janitor, &amp; yg pasti r osis. Dulu sih gue sering ngdekem disitu ngurusin bbrp hal pas lg menjabat kordinator bidang pkbi (bhs inggris gitchu--gpplah sedikit mengecekan diri) tp skrg udh bodoamat. Disini yg nongkrong a/ anak2 kls 9 coy, anak2 futsal, cewek2nya yg berisik2 ricuh2 termasuk gue!! Kita suka ngobrol biasa curcol nyanyi2 bs 30 org kali sekali ngumpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 10GDS!!&lt;br /&gt;List 10 cewek kece: gue, manda, cindy, cynthia, marris, dinda, dea, della, jacqueline, gaby. Nah kita udh shbtn dr kls 7/8 gitulah gkjls soalnya ini bnyk bgt! Kl sleepover kita suka br tdr jam 4 pagi gitu kyk org goblok main2 kartu congklak haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 9B&lt;br /&gt;Yak krn gue duduk di dkt andrea (tacha), km (kecha), astri (aci/cibeng), danet (daceng), nadya (panggil IBEK!) Terus gue gosip, bljr, ngisengin mereka HAHA emg gue iseng bgt kl sm mrk haha laknat bgt. Yg kesian tuh ibek, korban ledekan gue daceng mulu! Apalg kl udh nguap+stretching setset mantaf brur. Terus si cibeng/astri ini a/ einstein kls, baik2 mrh hati pd tmn2 dgn nilai 567 sprt gue sehingga nilai gue naik!! Yey.lalu si andrea, kmbrn gue, kata org2 sih kita mirip gitu, dia tmn yg suka ngomongin shopping2 gt brg gue. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; ada di pojok jendela si heroditamanda! Bagian 10GDS jg loh, toa, kl bljr demen cerita jg, terus di dpn dia ada si adit, ngocol tp baek-_- ni anak pernah collapse grgr ditonjok smp sesek napas &amp; dia duduk disblh gue, untungnya dia pingsan di luar, fiuh, bsknya dia mancing coy, krg ngocol apa he? Dan ada winsten di blkrg manda, dalang diblk collapsenya adit, anak metal gitu deh ceritanya. Ada k-pop lovrs gitu, ada nanin stella alda dll itu suju lovers dah pokoknya rame kl udh ngumpul hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; msh bnyk anak2 lain kyk damian yg gbs nutup mulut rapet, terus vio, terus gigi, jocil, marvin si galau, kc, jordy, dll adeh GA LUPA frinka! Dulu gue ngebully dia gitu huhu muuph yuph, trs kita skrg jd temenan deh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anak2 futsal.&lt;br /&gt;Setset inidia jagoan angkatan gue. Bnyk org2nya si thonce, joey, andre, abis, winsten, marvin dlllll gue gmngkin nyebutin semuanya. Ini pake hp brur. Mrk udh bawa bnyk piala :D 2 piala juara bertahan di jakbar ehehe. Seru kl liat mrk main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anak2 senirupa.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kl lo msk kls ini lo bkl nanya, "ini kls seni rupa/arena tubir cat?" Krn emg ricuh, penuh cat &amp; smskl gatenang. Coy, gurunya gaul, muridnya gaul, gmn dong? Ya klsnya gaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okelah pegel gueeeeeeeeee byebyeeeeeee stay kece brur 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6970357840937775907?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6970357840937775907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6970357840937775907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6970357840937775907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6970357840937775907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/sekolah-kebajikan.html' title='Sekolah kebajikan'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-5332381761436367275</id><published>2011-02-06T14:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:51:04.555+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holshiz</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for my new house to be finished! New room that I'll decorate, I still can't pick the colours, aqua &amp; rose? Or broken white &amp; orange on sandy wall surface like houses in bali &amp; yellow lamps are the absolute pick!&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'll use a natural colours to avoid regret.&lt;br /&gt;Nominees:&lt;br /&gt;1. Broken white, ochre, &amp; very light peach curtains.&lt;br /&gt;2. Coffee colour, turquoise, &amp; fuschia curtains.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lavender, grey, &amp; light grey curtains.&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper theme:&lt;br /&gt;1. Floral.&lt;br /&gt;2. Neutral.&lt;br /&gt;3. Weird surfaced wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;Bed &amp; Frame:&lt;br /&gt;1. Queen size ♥ suede.&lt;br /&gt;2. Single, leather.&lt;br /&gt;3. Single, suede.&lt;br /&gt;Closet:&lt;br /&gt;1. Like in some stores eg. Zara. So I'll just hang em &amp; put my underwear in another cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;2. Big closet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Normal one.&lt;br /&gt;Wall ornaments:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paintings.&lt;br /&gt;2. Posters.&lt;br /&gt;3. Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-5332381761436367275?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5332381761436367275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=5332381761436367275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5332381761436367275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5332381761436367275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/holshiz.html' title='Holshiz'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6661687187427310132</id><published>2011-02-06T10:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:19:51.028+07:00</updated><title type='text'>old twitter vs new twitter</title><content type='html'>So, I don't want to talk bout the layout. No no no. Saya akan membicarakan ttg anggapan org2 ttg apa yg di tlnya. Terilhami dr seorang yg ada di timeline gue &amp; dia bacot bgt yowoh. Mksdnya dia kerjaannya mencerca sesuatu yg emg udh pasti jelek (that's why, kurang kerjaan bgt gasih?) &amp; pake capslock yg ga nyante :/ setiap pagi/mlm dia mangkir aja tuh di tl gue, dgn asumsi bhw "semakin bnyk tweets gue, semakin cool gue" aw! Big mistake, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue jd inget, sekitar taun 2010 dmn twitter &amp; saya tak terpisahkan. Dmn ada saya, pasti ngetweet... Skrg sih ttp, tp fungsi plg ngebls mention &amp; ngetweet tweet random. Let's check some differences between the old twitter &amp; the new one!&lt;br /&gt;1. Banyak ngetweet = gaul!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Ngetweet "@ 711 pi w/ @sjfdh @dhueg" = eksis!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Ngegenapin tweet jd tgl lahir, misal "21696" lgsg "21696th tweet for @cuteiebhj @yejrusk"&lt;br /&gt;4. Ngeganti username jd campuran nama lo &amp; pcr, misal cowok gue namanaya Rob Kardashian, username gue jd "MirKardshn" &amp; usernama cowok gue "RobMRNT"&lt;br /&gt;5. Avatar smkn edit smkn hawttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........Bandingkan kelabilan kita, tmn-tmn ku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6661687187427310132?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6661687187427310132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6661687187427310132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6661687187427310132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6661687187427310132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-twitter-vs-new-twitter.html' title='old twitter vs new twitter'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1766004063681143698</id><published>2011-02-05T22:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:18:06.568+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Me</title><content type='html'>Lo semua tau kl gue seorang idiot dlm bbrp hal. Contohnya gue sering memperlihatkan ke bodohan gue di bbrp tempat..&lt;br /&gt;Dmn mir?&lt;br /&gt;Toilet mall? Lo kentut smbl boker smbl mengerang?&lt;br /&gt;BUKAN!! Ga, ga sejijik itu.&lt;br /&gt;Kelas? Meperin upil ke muka tmnlo?&lt;br /&gt;Nope! Meski sering jd anceman dr gue he he he kl mrk udh mulai gawaras...&lt;br /&gt;Rumah? Lo striptis di dpn tv?&lt;br /&gt;Gila, ga sedesperate itu jg kaliii-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, jd gini, gue td menemukan bhw seorang saya sngt butuh sebuah...&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;Cat air + Sketch jadi yg tgl diwarnain!!&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngerengek2 ke nyokap yg udh mulai ngerasa ke idotan putri pertama yg selama ini dia banggakan sbg Hitlernya rumah.&lt;br /&gt;It costs 13.000 tp gue gadibeliin, jaadhhhh!!! (-̩̩̩-͡ ̗--̩̩̩͡)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpgue lgsg lupa deh \(´▽`)/ kan lg labil gituuuu. Gue jg minta difotoin di parking lot haha narsisme.&lt;br /&gt;Pernyataan lainnya adalah, Rabu kmrn, gue sm Sule ke toilet sklh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sule: "qwoevfpehr"&lt;br /&gt;Gue: "iye" *muka lipet 10*&lt;br /&gt;Adek Kelas (AK): *ngeliatin*&lt;br /&gt;Gue: "pengen kentut...."&lt;br /&gt;AK: *ngakak* "haha ka miranti"&lt;br /&gt;Gue: "ehehehe"&lt;br /&gt;... Stlh keluar dr toilet ...&lt;br /&gt;Gue: "I've done something le!"&lt;br /&gt;Sule: "heh?"&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: "did I screw my reputation?"&lt;br /&gt;Sule: "its already screwed..."&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: "did I make it worse?"&lt;br /&gt;Sule: "you always"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbukti saya terlalu bodoh u/ duduk di kls 9 ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1766004063681143698?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1766004063681143698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1766004063681143698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1766004063681143698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1766004063681143698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid Me'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2426897474002926045</id><published>2011-02-05T21:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:04:22.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Satnite &amp; Valentine</title><content type='html'>Just got home from Citos. So I dined well w/ my family at Fish&amp;co. Then I saw this boy &amp; his lil bro. He wore a very dark red giordano t-shirt (guess what? I've the yellow &amp; turquoise one so I know it) he's handsome enough, cute, I think he's not Chinese, Thai? Maybe?? But whtvr, after it, I went to a music store near it, looking for few cds (&amp; I got Grammy nominees album &amp; "Loud" from Rihanna) he went in too!! Feeling like stalked ¬_¬' but who cares? Its just a thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka bertanya, knp wanita suka belanja buat cowoknya u/ v-day? Apalagi coklat! Pdhl itu udh random bgt, then, teman saya chat dgn saya u/ membicarakan hadiah v-day buat her boyfie selain chocolate... Tercetuslah ide...&lt;br /&gt;Participants:&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranti, TS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages:&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Teman Saya (TS): oya mir&lt;br /&gt;TS: mau nanyaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Ya?&lt;br /&gt;TS: ntar valentine gue ngasi *piip* apaan ye -_-&lt;br /&gt;TS: selain coklat&lt;br /&gt;TS: hadeh&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Haha sbr ya TS&lt;br /&gt;TS: ide doong&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Boxer&lt;br /&gt;TS: boxer? yakin?&lt;br /&gt;TS: yang lain yang lain?&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Kaos topman&lt;br /&gt;TS: bokekk&lt;br /&gt;TS: apaan yaa&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Gatau gue dia suka apa hm ._.&lt;br /&gt;TS: kan lo temennya dia mir&lt;br /&gt;TS: gue beliin inhalen aja kali ya?&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Bahaha kasih aika aibon aja&lt;br /&gt;TS: bukaaan&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: /sesuatu berkaitan dgn A/B&lt;br /&gt;TS: A?&lt;br /&gt;TS: katanya dia uda ga suka A&lt;br /&gt;TS: B?&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Hoo iyaya? -_- dsr cowok ga konsisten&lt;br /&gt;TS: ga ngerti begituan say&lt;br /&gt;TS: aduuuh repot amat&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Mahal bgt itu kl mau beli B&lt;br /&gt;TS: emang hahahah&lt;br /&gt;TS: makanyaa&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Lagian cowoklu aneh2 aja&lt;br /&gt;TS: iya aduuh&lt;br /&gt;TS: saya juga lagi bokek ini-_-&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Kacang rebus aje noh&lt;br /&gt;TS: itu menandakan apa&lt;br /&gt;Miranti: Kacang rebus.. Murah meriah tp bnyk, kayak cintamoeee, ga rebek tp banyak&lt;br /&gt;TS: hahahahahaha ngakak gue say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAKK!! Bersiaplah cadburry, toblerone, lindt, ferrero rocher, zamanmu jayamu sudah pergi!! Yak! Bang Ridwan! Bang Toyib! Its your time! Kacang rebus anda akan booming di valentine's day from now on!!! Jgn underestimate the power of kacang rebus you knoww!! Its cheaper &amp; easier to get! Let's count some mathematical thingy: Rp5.000 you got a big pack of kacang rebus, Rp50.000 you got a bar of branded chocolate &amp; a hallmark card! See? Kacang rebus is way cool! You could spend 45.000 on red rose &amp; greeting card. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya ({})&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-2426897474002926045?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2426897474002926045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2426897474002926045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2426897474002926045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2426897474002926045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/brief-satnite-valentine.html' title='Brief Satnite &amp; Valentine'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-536439491640309864</id><published>2011-02-05T15:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:23:19.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>talent-less</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so tired. Kay, I've no enough scores! I could never find something good in me. Right in some subjects I got 100, 98, 96, &amp; blah blah BUT somehow I feel its not enough. I need something perfect. I need something that could make me second to none.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that ambitious &amp; weird. I'm just too afraid to be beaten. I'm just too afraid to lose. I'm afraid. I want to live my life perfectly, with amazement, &amp; alone. I don't want to be hurt again, I suck in that, cause that's not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is not bad, I thought I could do something that could impress myself, but I'm wrong, I can't impress myself more. I can't stay anywhere for a long time cause I need something to make myself be better. But somehow it feels like I'm captivating myself, telling I don't do anything good. Gee, how much I want to get over this. I need to loosen up my grip, but I can't. I've tried but what was happening is I lost things I achieved &amp; I keep on blame myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-536439491640309864?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/536439491640309864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=536439491640309864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/536439491640309864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/536439491640309864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/talent-less.html' title='talent-less'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-774869168034135066</id><published>2011-02-04T19:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:31:58.398+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshhhh</title><content type='html'>People said, "we live our life like a whole packaged slow motioned soap opera. Things missing, replacement, things like that keep happening somehow till the end of the season"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-774869168034135066?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/774869168034135066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=774869168034135066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/774869168034135066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/774869168034135066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/freshhhh.html' title='Freshhhh'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3867307818145031364</id><published>2011-02-04T18:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:29:03.448+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post based on you</title><content type='html'>Setaun ini, gue selalu ngetweet, ngeblog, ttg lo, believe it or not, someone like you has made a big thing in my life. Cause you realise it or not you've been someone I write for, everyday :') &amp; to whoever that's reading this, you guys should thank him, bcs without him I won't write this kind of thing. I just want to say congratulation. I won't be miserable at your best moment. Its enough to destroy my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love I'm just whatever I could be, doubt that I could shed your tears away, but wished she could. Hesitate when u come along &amp; fears of losing you keep going closer. Now I'm finally losing you, I just can't believe I did, cause when it comes to love I'm puzzled. Whoever you're with, I doubt I could be as good as her, she took those chances to take a step ahead that I could never dare to. Thought I'm not even close to enough for you. It's a true when we've to fight in silence, against ourselves, who won, who lost, went tied. Keep on dreaming about u even a half of me said, "don't! You'll just hurt yourself more! Don't expect him! He's just too good for you!", but its always been you. Seems like your voice is my lullaby but now its taken, could I sleep? A year has been wasted, its gonna take another year to get over you. I'm afraid, could I do it right? Or I'll just keep rushing, destroying myself as you walk away &amp; your shadow is gone at the end of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, you're a gr8 inspiration, you gave me so much that I could never forget eventhought you don't know things you gave to me, but still, spasibo :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my last chance to show everything I feel for you here, bcs I can't be this gloomy everyday... I've to know you're now happy as a couple, I congratulated her wishing I could be that strong &amp; I did.&lt;br /&gt;You've to know, if its not bcs of you, I don't know if I could or not. I speak in other languages, by mouth, by eyes, by emotion, by heart... I loved you, as far as I could remember till I woke up this morning I still do, but I should not. So it'll take another days, weeks, months, to erase you. But keep going on, I'm not that pathetic, see, I'm not crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hachu chtoby ty byla moyey, mne nado idtl. Beregl zdorovie, ya tebya lyublyu ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3867307818145031364?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3867307818145031364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3867307818145031364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3867307818145031364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3867307818145031364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-post-based-on-you.html' title='Last post based on you'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3117441991512442720</id><published>2011-02-02T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:47:02.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Fucked. Busy Bee.</title><content type='html'>I'm fricking B-U-S-Y. Well, I wrote a song, me &amp; my friends have sung it w/ guitar, but it has no name yet!!! Then tomorrow me &amp; yearbook's crew will go on a theme trial for photoshot &amp; maybe brainstorming. After that me &amp; few girls will have a shopping hours. Oh and in Friday there'll be maths test. I got a pretty bad marks on last try outs, well...I'm not an Einstein kid, we know it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy, but few ppl still have to ask me things, so I shouldn't fall asleep yet. I thought I could sleep earlier tonight but.... Well yeah who cares?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fantared. Then it came thru my mind. Fantared. I miss it. So bad. Very bad. Oh no its terrible. I should never be like that from now on. But I just want him to know that for those past days, he's the one who was making my day. Well, for more than 365 days to be exact. I don't know why this means a lot to me, but when I realise, I've learnt many things since I fell for him. It just won't go easily like the way I gained it. But I'm trying to. I can't say "please don't" because I know exactly how are you two feeling, but please GO ON, I'm giving you guys a green light as in a traffic, but not like in an ordinary streetlights I give it for you guys forever ☺ use it properly please, just go on, as soon as possible so I wouldn't feel like "what the heck is this? Why am I doing here? Wait?! What happen to me?"&lt;br /&gt;Okay? Keep go on with your life, cause I'm doing the same here. Look! I'm very busy till I could typing on my blackberry while talking with people &amp; watching tv. You are making me so mind fucked by talk about me behind my back bcs you're feeling so guilty, but puh-lease I know love can't control itself, s'okay girl, as long as u both are happy &amp; well treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt; M &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nb: sorry if there is grammar/spelling mistakes, I'm just so sleepyyyyyy (•͡˛˘•͡ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3117441991512442720?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3117441991512442720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3117441991512442720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3117441991512442720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3117441991512442720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/02/mind-fucked-busy-bee.html' title='Mind Fucked. Busy Bee.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7863052306183461235</id><published>2011-01-31T17:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:56:55.304+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to take a break. Collecting my inspirations. Fixing everything. Then I'll return. Promise won't take too long :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7863052306183461235?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7863052306183461235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7863052306183461235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7863052306183461235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7863052306183461235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/break.html' title='Break.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6055489234875186888</id><published>2011-01-31T17:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:24:53.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roto. Tristeza.</title><content type='html'>Roto.&lt;br /&gt;Roto.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Mne nuzhna dvtr.&lt;br /&gt;Mne nuzhna dvtr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Strike out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6055489234875186888?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6055489234875186888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6055489234875186888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6055489234875186888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6055489234875186888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/roto-tristeza.html' title='Roto. Tristeza.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1940854036850398954</id><published>2011-01-31T16:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:08:06.882+07:00</updated><title type='text'>letter for you two :-)</title><content type='html'>"Love means you should sacrifice your heart for two in love hearts"&lt;br /&gt;"One heart is killed, two heart survived. What a good ideology of love"&lt;br /&gt;"Sayang sm org itu udh sepaket. Sepaket sm air mata juga"&lt;br /&gt;"Kadang, kalau kamu sudah sayang bgt sm org, demi kebahagiannya, kamu nggak bs ngebedain batas bahagia &amp; sedih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik2 ya ☺ sayangin satu sm lain dgn baik, jgn kecewain dia, don't u ever leave him when he's in a trouble, take care of his heart, don't ever let him go, love him with all of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You're so lucky, I'll kill to be like you, but things can't go on like I want, so this is the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;You should take care of him, don't ever hurt him, don't break his heart. Keep it safe :')&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about me, its okay, I just need him to be loved &amp; you're the chosen. Promise me u won't fail him.&lt;br /&gt;I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1940854036850398954?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1940854036850398954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1940854036850398954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1940854036850398954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1940854036850398954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-for-you-two.html' title='letter for you two :-)'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3977692987454268289</id><published>2011-01-30T16:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:01:21.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satnite</title><content type='html'>B.O.R.I.N.G&lt;br /&gt;Another boring satnite, you know its just another satnite. Dinner at pepperlunch, watching a group of teenagers were having fun; took few bucks from the atm, hoping some new stuffs could help me from this kind of boredom (gosh! I miss hanging out with my friends! I miss you guyssss!!!) ---&amp; unfortunately nothing caught my eyes; chilling at bistro baron, drinking orangina &amp; super chocolate indulgence until 11.30 pm, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I actually expect I could spend it with my friends, eX? That place is cool enough you know. But since we're busy &amp; we can't hang out till midnight because we're still 14 (yeah fu*k it!) Oh! Haven't I told you that I'll have a physic test &amp; two-module social test? Uhuh, a "good" appetizer for a new week. Now I'm still watching mtv, laying on sofa, collecting my '45 spirit to learn. Gosh. Kay, seeya! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3977692987454268289?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3977692987454268289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3977692987454268289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3977692987454268289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3977692987454268289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/satnite.html' title='Satnite'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2845297742512864607</id><published>2011-01-28T18:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:35:41.372+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy p.2</title><content type='html'>I was opening our old chat history. I miss you. When it was me you sending your questions to, you've no idea about now. I'm just a weird girl, who drawn in silence, who sit like a lady, who love you tenderly without you know it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a girl with long black hair, straight &amp; soft as silk :')&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a girl with that accent&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl who provide you all I know &amp; my knowledges about what love is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl who you could wake up at 2 am just to know do I sleep well?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl who wait for you very patiently, even when you're in love with someone else, you could see I'm still waiting at the edge of my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl who is listening to Iris everytime I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaken.&lt;br /&gt;How could I be that patient? I'm faking around with this smile, but I can't help when I see your face, all of my feeling is covered by the sense of fear. I'm frightened to lose you to death.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you to know about this.&lt;br /&gt;Ya tibya lublu, dvatr :(&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for let me write everything about you here, although you don't even know that every words that I mean on every papers full of my hand writings are for you. I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-2845297742512864607?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2845297742512864607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2845297742512864607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2845297742512864607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2845297742512864607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/gloomy-p2.html' title='Gloomy p.2'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-845385094140284120</id><published>2011-01-28T18:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:17:49.191+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy :(</title><content type='html'>Bhs baru gaul gue sm Dea, gloomy, ngegantiin galau super laknat itu ¬_¬'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'd give up forever to touch you..." ~Iris (Goo Goo Dolls)&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I was lonely instead of just only crystal &amp; seethrough &amp; not enough to you" ~You don't see me (Josie &amp; the Pussycats)&lt;br /&gt;"I kept my feeling so deep I kept my dreams of you &amp; me somewhere inside although I prayed that you would see it in my eyes" ~Last Chance (MYMP)&lt;br /&gt;"And I guess if she's alright if perfection is what you like..." ~When It Was Me (paula deanda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada 1 lagu yg msh nancep. Apalagi sekitar Hats2 berlangsung &amp; pas itu jg VnS nyanyiin live. Gue nyenyes seketika...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Bukan Dirimu by Voiceless &amp; Soulastic&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kucoba dekati&lt;br /&gt;pada satu hari&lt;br /&gt;sebuah cerita yang tlah terlewati&lt;br /&gt;kau bersikap manis&lt;br /&gt;kau curi hatiku&lt;br /&gt;namun, kau tak sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan di belakangmu&lt;br /&gt;seseorang menunggu&lt;br /&gt;engkau sebut dia pujaan hatimu&lt;br /&gt;ku hanya terdiam&lt;br /&gt;tak dapat berkata&lt;br /&gt;karna ku tahu&lt;br /&gt;kau memilihnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan takkan ada dirimu untukku&lt;br /&gt;berbahagialah dirimu dan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;kini ku sadar ku bukanlah milik dirimu&lt;br /&gt;ku hanya seseorang yang terlupakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayangmu yang semu memperhatikanku&lt;br /&gt;memberikan satu harapan kelabu&lt;br /&gt;dirimu dan dirinya sudahlah tak akan berpisah&lt;br /&gt;walau ku berharap sebaliknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudahi saja sikap manismu&lt;br /&gt;yang selalu membayangi diriku&lt;br /&gt;dan jalani saja kisahmu dengannya&lt;br /&gt;hati ini tak kuat tuk rasakan&lt;br /&gt;perihnya melihatmu bersamanya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya pas itu...... Mm adalah ntar gue curhat buka2an bgt dums. Pokoknya udh kyk mv deh gue smp henyekbgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gue nyerah install the sims hari ini, jfyi*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-845385094140284120?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/845385094140284120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=845385094140284120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/845385094140284120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/845385094140284120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/gloomy.html' title='Gloomy :('/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7056331517624845886</id><published>2011-01-28T17:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:01:56.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack Up by Eliza Doolittle</title><content type='html'>This song is relaxing me don't know why, lighten my mood :D go download it &amp; listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tired and upset&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to care a little less&lt;br /&gt;When I google I only get depressed&lt;br /&gt;I was taught to dodge those issues&lt;br /&gt;I was told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, there's no doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's always something to cry about&lt;br /&gt;When you're stuck in an angry crowd&lt;br /&gt;They don't think what they say&lt;br /&gt;Before they open their mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta&lt;br /&gt;Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag&lt;br /&gt;And bury them beneath the sea&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the people may say&lt;br /&gt;What the people may say about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the cavalries&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the whisperers say&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they whisper too loud for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot topic&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should drop it&lt;br /&gt;It's a touchy subject&lt;br /&gt;And I like to tiptoe 'round&lt;br /&gt;The ship going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got no penny, no pound&lt;br /&gt;So if your business is running out&lt;br /&gt;It's not my business to talk about&lt;br /&gt;They don't think what to say&lt;br /&gt;Before they open their mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta&lt;br /&gt;Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag&lt;br /&gt;And bury them beneath the sea&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the people may say&lt;br /&gt;What the people may say about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the cavalries&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the whisperers say&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they whisper too loud for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just to test your ability&lt;br /&gt;Let's count from one to infinity&lt;br /&gt;Don't rock the boat, gotta let it be&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet, tweet&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet, tweet&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag&lt;br /&gt;And bury them beneath the sea&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the people may say&lt;br /&gt;What the people may say about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the cavalries&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the whisperers say&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they whisper too loud for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, eh, eh, eh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, eh, eh, eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7056331517624845886?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7056331517624845886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7056331517624845886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7056331517624845886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7056331517624845886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/pack-up-by-eliza-doolittle.html' title='Pack Up by Eliza Doolittle'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6321075742315415324</id><published>2011-01-28T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:45:25.918+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari ini... ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>Jd gue td funF pake batik soalnya gk enak badan-_- sm si sandra dah tuh beduaan ngomongin yearbook ☺&lt;br /&gt;Lalu gue ke kls bljr seperti biasa, menjepit hidung dgn jepitan, mkn bakso pas pm, memproduksi ingus, dipijit grgr punggun skt, ketawa-ketiwi, nyontek, gitu2 doang-_-&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, gue lg nginstall the sims 3 world Adv. Dgn kegaptekan gue di dunia install menginstall! Selamat menikmati kestressan gue di twitter entar ya. Sdngkn sahabat2 gue lg stress &amp; kangen sm gue ƪ(˘ω˘)ʃ minyiii saya tahu saya too cute to forget :P&lt;br /&gt;Okedeh I'll post here later mungkin stlh udh install/udh capek gbs2 install :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-6321075742315415324?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6321075742315415324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6321075742315415324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6321075742315415324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6321075742315415324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/hari-ini-ridiculous.html' title='Hari ini... ridiculous.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1479781597909417101</id><published>2011-01-28T17:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:21:52.538+07:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreakin'</title><content type='html'>Am I that ugly? Should I straighten my hair? Should I lose 80pounds? Should I be Versace's mannequin? For you to love me back? I know I shouldn't do it all, because I know eventho' I change, you won't love me back. I'm not a Barbie that a Ken needs, I'm a Jane Doe in Ken's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1479781597909417101?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1479781597909417101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1479781597909417101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1479781597909417101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1479781597909417101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartbreakin.html' title='heartbreakin&apos;'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-8713030726880659653</id><published>2011-01-27T18:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:22:00.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Januari 27th 2011</title><content type='html'>Hello! Today I finally could make a post from my phone ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today also I've done many things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Karate lesson. Well, I gave few bad kicks, apparently because I haven't eaten anything but a bread before.&lt;br /&gt;2. I went home at 1PM, so I could have a quick nap \(´▽`)/&lt;br /&gt;3. I told my bestfriend about how are things doing. You know about him, things, me, which is very bad.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm watching FOX now. Waiting for NCIS.&lt;br /&gt;5. I ate chicken, rawon, &amp; gado-gado for my lunch. That's big for my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;6. I ate papaya. Lucky today, my granny bought the sweet one, its delicious. Oh, and haven't I told you that I was hating it so much but when I knew more how this fruit could help me for losing my weight &amp; it tastes not bad at all, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;7. I was sleeping with Chopin's songs as my lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring I know, but what do you expect for a 14 years old girl? Shopping at Rodeo Drive at day, having spa at Miami with exotic view?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-8713030726880659653?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8713030726880659653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=8713030726880659653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8713030726880659653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8713030726880659653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/thursday-januari-27th-2011.html' title='Thursday, Januari 27th 2011'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7728635409820102141</id><published>2011-01-27T18:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:34:24.817+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on?</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't know exactly, I really want to go to few hip events but I don't feel healthy enough. I have nosebleeding 3-time today, that's sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And tomorrow Aileen will borrow me her Sims3 cd, hope she won't forget it bcs I'm so hyped to play that game &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watch Glitter? Mariah Carey's film. I watched it yesterday, it was so good but I hate when Tim shot Dice dead, poor Billie :'( but, you know, when you love someone, you'll never go too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be too far to catch him&lt;br /&gt;Except he orders you away&lt;br /&gt;Well, hb when he never mentions "fuck off" to you but he doesn't interested to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;even just one simple conversation.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be too far to be with him&lt;br /&gt;Unless he's dead&lt;br /&gt;But he always be too far&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;He is someone who's too far for me even its only in my dream&lt;br /&gt;He's too far...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;He always be too far away&lt;br /&gt;But why still I watch him until he disappear at the end of the hallway?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I remember his favourite foods? Drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Why? When he even doesn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid. I'm a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I made mistake.&lt;br /&gt;But its better like this than I do more serious mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, miserable old dayssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7728635409820102141?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7728635409820102141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7728635409820102141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7728635409820102141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7728635409820102141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-on.html' title='Whats on?'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-5767044395381005515</id><published>2011-01-23T16:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:09:43.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca$h</title><content type='html'>UU i really want a large amount of money now! Like i want to shop at topshop, christian loubutin, chanel, LOTTSSS, buy my man (IF I HAVE, AND NOW I DONT :''''/) such a lot of v-neck, blazer, and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;If i have Rp5.000.000.000, i will spend.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rp2.000.000.000 for a tiny expensive house &amp;amp; spoiling interiors.....&lt;br /&gt;Rp750.000.000 a mazda sports car &amp;amp; a honda city car, both in gray.....&lt;br /&gt;Rp250.000.000 for traveling to Paris, London, New York, &amp;amp; Russia....&lt;br /&gt;Rp1.000.000.000 must be saved for my college things.....&lt;br /&gt;Rp250.000.000 shopping....&lt;br /&gt;Rp500.000.000 to the bank.....&lt;br /&gt;Rp250.000.000 for incapable people &amp;amp; poor people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw :O i want a large amount of cash... I wanna be a billionaire like Travie. I wanna be a billionaire, so fricking badddd buy all of the things ive never had.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-5767044395381005515?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5767044395381005515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=5767044395381005515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5767044395381005515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5767044395381005515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/cah.html' title='Ca$h'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-124436725243912467</id><published>2011-01-23T14:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:07:45.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; January</title><content type='html'>Hey! Such a long time (does it always seem like that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a permission to watch George Benson in JavaJazz 2011 this March &amp;amp; A Rocket To The Moon in May, and in April i will focus myself on the national exams.&lt;br /&gt;This January seems sooooo loooooong, i had had try outs for those exams, birthdays of my friends &amp;amp; family members, such a long &amp;amp; busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i want to congratulate my fellow friends for bringing P7 cup trophy again :) what a nice work youve done guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last Friday i went to Cindy's house for her birthday celebration, i went there with Della, Dinda, Jacqueline, Joey, Thonce, &amp;amp; Winsten at 5.30 pm FROM SCHOOL because those boys were competing at P7 and won the game. Before we picked up those boys at school we stopped by Burger King &amp;amp; ate some burgers, fries, cold drinks, chatted, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;At the car we laughed we threw some jokes and drawn in silence eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself was having a bad mood &amp;amp; pms-ing, I screamed, got angry easier, thats it i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im trying to pay stardoll's bill online hoping it wont refuse again cause i entered wrong numbers -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-124436725243912467?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/124436725243912467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=124436725243912467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/124436725243912467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/124436725243912467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-january.html' title='Me &amp; January'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1869772218939882212</id><published>2010-12-27T15:34:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:57:11.077+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='custom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes of prey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of'/><title type='text'>Featured Article: Make Your Own Custom Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhSFZqQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/FYa-2JBbU7Q/s1600/Image437.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhSFZqQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/FYa-2JBbU7Q/s400/Image437.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555280393102491458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhSFVQwBxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LKgDIk422IA/s1600/Image438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhSFVQwBxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LKgDIk422IA/s400/Image438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555280391921731346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhRaz4XUXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/vav-k7a5pE8/s1600/Image437.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhROyLRdSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Besy4xBXCSg/s1600/Image439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhROyLRdSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Besy4xBXCSg/s400/Image439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555279454790579490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhROkNwmII/AAAAAAAAAdI/qApaE5n_CXk/s1600/Image440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhROkNwmII/AAAAAAAAAdI/qApaE5n_CXk/s400/Image440.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555279451042912386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhROic758I/AAAAAAAAAdA/snUzBPr5RkM/s1600/Image441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhROic758I/AAAAAAAAAdA/snUzBPr5RkM/s400/Image441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555279450569697218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhRObA8n0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/0OylwUYBHIA/s1600/Image442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhRObA8n0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/0OylwUYBHIA/s400/Image442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555279448573255490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Say "HELLO" to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;http://www.shoesofprey.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And let's make your custom shoes with the editor :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As you can see if you dont want to design it by your own, you could order the available shoes on the gallery, it also displayed the real photographs of the custom shoes, but if you dont want to order it from the gallery and choose your own design, this site also provides you with a simple animated replica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT the price is still a matter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;$180 for a flat shoes, $230 (1-3,5 inch heels), $280 (4,5 inch heels-&gt;my favorite), and $330 for ankle boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.  Is that too expensive for a flat shoes? Just saying. But if you guys think its worth to try, just follow the buying &amp;amp; shipping ($25 worldwide shipping with DHL) procedures. Its not look that you should kill for, its your identity you should fight for, and maybe this site could help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Smooch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Miranti Nastiti&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/7695627199308793704-1869772218939882212?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1869772218939882212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1869772218939882212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1869772218939882212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1869772218939882212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/featured-article-make-your-own-custom.html' title='Featured Article: Make Your Own Custom Shoes'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRhSFZqQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/FYa-2JBbU7Q/s72-c/Image437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3928632715671420281</id><published>2010-12-27T06:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T06:57:09.269+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Well, while i'm eating this waffle, im going to tell you about my life these days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one in a lifetime, everything seems pretty good. i like it :) everything goes well, if there is a problem, i could fix it. oh my God, well. This is kinda cool. Eventhough i've been sick, but its okay :D Happiness is the matter rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3928632715671420281?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3928632715671420281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3928632715671420281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3928632715671420281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3928632715671420281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7657893246486623606</id><published>2010-12-27T06:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T06:46:56.475+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFF Indonesia vs. Malaysia (1st Leg)</title><content type='html'>As you know, Malaysia supporter used lasers on the game. Ouch. Don't cheat please :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It used to be a shame for Indonesia (lost 3-0) BUT ITS NOT! They used laser, so it means we lost with pride and Malaysia won with NO pride. This made me very disappointed. My country used to win (they beat Malaysia 5-1 first!!) It does mean something then. Please Malaysian supporters, don't be rude. You guys don't have any idea how it is like when your team lost JUST BECAUSE A DAMN FREAKING LASER!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear, Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could collect all the trophies, you could win every game with your lasers. But you have no pride in a country named Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that game, but i hope in the 2nd leg, Indonesia WOULD BEAT THEM! AMENN!! :D We could beat them 4-0 Sweetheart. I adore you, timnas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7657893246486623606?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7657893246486623606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7657893246486623606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7657893246486623606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7657893246486623606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/aff-indonesia-vs-malaysia-1st-leg.html' title='AFF Indonesia vs. Malaysia (1st Leg)'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7018991171012713923</id><published>2010-12-26T16:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:12:45.594+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a deep inhale..&lt;div&gt;While watching at the night sky..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So strange..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky is deep blue, almost black..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But bordered by high buildings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the street lights turned on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cars' lamps help their own lights..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant see the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which used to be the brightest..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the lamps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly i think of you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because its me that used to be your mood booster.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can find that its her now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its fine", i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing is fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant help the guilt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant help the lies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing to do with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we never really own each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hoped that you and me, ever felt the same way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am happy, for both of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's all the lie i can give to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that maybe one thing that i could say without leaving any sarcasm on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I care about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be there everytime you turn your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i have always been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7018991171012713923?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7018991171012713923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7018991171012713923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7018991171012713923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7018991171012713923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-took-deep-inhale.html' title=''/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3756409045365274485</id><published>2010-12-26T16:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:45:49.341+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BONES Season 6</title><content type='html'>Well, you know how sucks it is when your favorite tv show's latest season has not aired here! So i stuck on season 5 on Fox Asia :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway,  I dont want to watch Season 6 before it airs on Fox Asia, so i sneaked a little peak from youtube, about Hannah. Man, i wish she just disappears!! Im mad at Booth, how could he said that he is crazy about her in front of Bones and when Bones asked him about how serious he is, he answered that he is serious as heart attack. Oh man, you are the stupidest person i've ever known Booth. But whatever, just pray that Hannah will turn MORE evil and Booth will kick her ass off him, then he will beg Bones for an apology, but Bones wont, then he will leaves, but instantly Bones will accept him again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love love, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3756409045365274485?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3756409045365274485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3756409045365274485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3756409045365274485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3756409045365274485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/bones-season-6.html' title='BONES Season 6'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-842439817150019834</id><published>2010-12-26T15:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:41:39.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down The Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/walking_down_street/set?id=26363039'&gt;&lt;img alt='Walking Down The Street' title='Walking Down The Street' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjFrSUY4Y3NRNEJHRS05Sy1adU1ocmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/walking_down_street/set?id=26363039'&gt;Walking Down The Street&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring a &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/proenza_schouler_handbags/shop?brand=Proenza+Schouler&amp;amp;category_id=318'&gt;proenza schouler handbag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-842439817150019834?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/842439817150019834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=842439817150019834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/842439817150019834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/842439817150019834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/walking-down-street.html' title='Walking Down The Street'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7865103194329130517</id><published>2010-12-26T13:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:23:45.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyvore</title><content type='html'>I have related my Polyvore account with this blog, so every set i published will be posted here. Thankyou :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7865103194329130517?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7865103194329130517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7865103194329130517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7865103194329130517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7865103194329130517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/polyvore.html' title='Polyvore'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-9030897355051750004</id><published>2010-12-26T12:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:14:10.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight Burglar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/sight_burglar/set?id=26359943'&gt;&lt;img alt='Sight Burglar' title='Sight Burglar' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk5rRmc5YTRRNEJHRzI5d2tWbG1kencAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/sight_burglar/set?id=26359943'&gt;Sight Burglar&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring a &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/bracelet_watch/shop?query=bracelet+watch'&gt;bracelet watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-9030897355051750004?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/9030897355051750004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=9030897355051750004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/9030897355051750004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/9030897355051750004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/sight-burglar.html' title='Sight Burglar'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7354681558792786390</id><published>2010-12-26T11:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:49:11.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/firework/set?id=26359357'&gt;&lt;img alt='Firework' title='Firework' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmV1by1kNnNRNEJHMlc1VU5aX01ocmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/firework/set?id=26359357'&gt;Firework&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/yves_saint_laurent_shoes/shop?brand=Yves+Saint+Laurent&amp;amp;category_id=41'&gt;yves saint laurent shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-7354681558792786390?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7354681558792786390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7354681558792786390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7354681558792786390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7354681558792786390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/firework.html' title='Firework'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1912912012189357942</id><published>2010-12-26T11:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:29:24.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Silly Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/my_silly_wish/set?id=26358906'&gt;&lt;img alt='My Silly Wish' title='My Silly Wish' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnlteUdzYWdRNEJHRTdTSXJDdmJZSXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/my_silly_wish/set?id=26358906'&gt;My Silly Wish&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/wrap_bracelets/shop?query=wrap+bracelets'&gt;wrap bracelets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-1912912012189357942?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1912912012189357942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1912912012189357942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1912912012189357942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1912912012189357942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-silly-wish.html' title='My Silly Wish'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-8101849703792096159</id><published>2010-12-25T17:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:54:58.988+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=26335162'&gt;&lt;img alt='Untitled' title='Untitled' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk5rbFlaeFVRNEJHNnRpcjBUMndEZncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=26335162'&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/chains_jewelry/shop?query=chains+jewelry'&gt;chains jewelry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-8101849703792096159?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8101849703792096159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=8101849703792096159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8101849703792096159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8101849703792096159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled_2329.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2079580812217837592</id><published>2010-12-25T17:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:45:04.704+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topshop's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/topshops/set?id=26335075'&gt;&lt;img alt='Topshop&amp;apos;s' title='Topshop&amp;apos;s' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjlNRG5BaFFRNEJHRzM2UWxaX01ocmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/topshops/set?id=26335075'&gt;Topshop's&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/wrap_bracelets/shop?query=wrap+bracelets'&gt;wrap bracelets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;Necklace, ring, bangles are from Topshop. I adore this store because they sell a lot of good acc. with affordable price :D&lt;/p&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/7695627199308793704-2079580812217837592?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2079580812217837592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2079580812217837592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2079580812217837592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2079580812217837592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/topshop.html' title='Topshop&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-5197712097496866575</id><published>2010-12-25T17:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:36:55.035+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play With Color: Lavender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/play_with_color_lavender/set?id=26335031'&gt;&lt;img alt='Play With Color: Lavender' title='Play With Color: Lavender' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnhDVUU0QklRNEJHeDBUd2VPSXRmdUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/play_with_color_lavender/set?id=26335031'&gt;Play With Color: Lavender&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring a &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/purple_mini_skirt/shop?query=purple+mini+skirt'&gt;purple mini skirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-5197712097496866575?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5197712097496866575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=5197712097496866575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5197712097496866575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5197712097496866575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/play-with-color-lavender.html' title='Play With Color: Lavender'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-8503218576173340295</id><published>2010-12-25T17:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:28:00.727+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read the title, duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/read_title_duh/set?id=26334945'&gt;&lt;img alt='Read the title, duh!' title='Read the title, duh!' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmZMUDRvUkVRNEJHQld0Y2JWbG1kencAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/read_title_duh/set?id=26334945'&gt;Read the title, duh!&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/violet_shoes/shop?query=violet+shoes'&gt;violet shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-8503218576173340295?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8503218576173340295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=8503218576173340295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8503218576173340295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8503218576173340295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/read-title-duh.html' title='Read the title, duh!'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1846363439758290947</id><published>2010-12-25T17:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:22:51.068+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=26334907'&gt;&lt;img alt='Untitled' title='Untitled' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnZ0Q082UkFRNEJHckcwWExKdzRDSVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=26334907'&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring a &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/satin_bra/shop?query=satin+bra'&gt;satin bra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-1846363439758290947?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1846363439758290947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1846363439758290947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1846363439758290947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1846363439758290947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled_25.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4942883462784966770</id><published>2010-12-25T17:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:14:47.081+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=26334839'&gt;&lt;img alt='Untitled' title='Untitled' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmRxQTh5UThRNEJHdDd1ZnJUMndEZncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=26334839'&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/babydoll_dresses/shop?query=babydoll+dresses'&gt;babydoll dresses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&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/7695627199308793704-4942883462784966770?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4942883462784966770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4942883462784966770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4942883462784966770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4942883462784966770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-8427634278403855879</id><published>2010-12-25T17:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:05:40.507+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Be Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/never_be_enough/set?id=26334777'&gt;&lt;img alt='Never Be Enough' title='Never Be Enough' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl9nWHJnZzRRNEJHa05zMFdWbG1kencAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/never_be_enough/set?id=26334777'&gt;Never Be Enough&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=243379'&gt;mirantinastiti&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/strapless_evening_gowns/shop?query=strapless+evening+gowns'&gt;strapless evening gowns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its Dior 1950 dress, black, so put gold &amp;amp; jade and it will look stunning.&lt;/p&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/7695627199308793704-8427634278403855879?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8427634278403855879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=8427634278403855879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8427634278403855879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8427634278403855879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-be-enough.html' title='Never Be Enough'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-4304977692597460118</id><published>2010-12-25T15:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:55:19.145+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff, its coming to an end :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRWuiZTiA7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/MsRdERHU4_g/s1600/va.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRWuiZTiA7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/MsRdERHU4_g/s400/va.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554537621362967474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, first of all, I've read them all. I fall in love with Vampire Academy since I read it for the first time, it was like the middle of 2010, and I download Vampire Academy, Frostbite, Shadow Kiss, Blood Promise, Spirit Bound, and Last Sacrifice from 4shared, which has probably saved my life from boredom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know where to start, they are addicting, and brought new perspective to me. Like vampire doesn't always as hot as Robert Pattinson, duh! But, whatever it takes, I still love Twillight saga :D but i just love Vampire Academy more because it doesn't bore me with love life thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am satisfied with the last book, "Last Sacrifice", but puh-lease, it doesn't help my heartache because this series is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;O-V-E-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Only the spin-off things from Richelle Mead that makes my addiction to this damn things fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But i feel sorry for Adrian :( eh, its okay because Rose is with Dimitri now &gt;:D so i don't care, maybe he should go back and tell them that he found someone new and go on with his life, puhlease Adrian, you are smokin hot, if you come to Indonesia, sure i will catch you like a cat chases mice. Okay? Love you, Ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And i cant wait for the film version! They better not to make the fans feel disappointed okay? This means a lot to us, so use your damn luck properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Last, but not least, you guys should read this, you will get hypnotized by sexy damn Russian God, or smoking hot smoker, and emo fire controller vampire. Better watch out, these books are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; DUPER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @(*,*)@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Miranti Nastiti&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/7695627199308793704-4304977692597460118?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4304977692597460118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=4304977692597460118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4304977692597460118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/4304977692597460118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/sniff-its-coming-to-end.html' title='Sniff, its coming to an end :('/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRWuiZTiA7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/MsRdERHU4_g/s72-c/va.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-3329639582869322190</id><published>2010-12-25T10:22:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:42:05.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas at JHS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ere it goes, junior high, knew world, tasted life for the first time, and abrakadabra! junior high is finally coming to it end :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o, i'll show you some pictures from Axigen's Mini Show &amp;amp; Christmas Event :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVlzaTuL9I/AAAAAAAAAco/Hqhc7EppiIs/s1600/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVlzaTuL9I/AAAAAAAAAco/Hqhc7EppiIs/s400/04.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554457649341149138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVlzNiq1KI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CrPBscC5h0c/s1600/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVlzNiq1KI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CrPBscC5h0c/s400/03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554457645914182818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVlzPkj-PI/AAAAAAAAAcY/K8QLabX_ddQ/s1600/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVlzPkj-PI/AAAAAAAAAcY/K8QLabX_ddQ/s400/02.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554457646458992882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVly5Prd7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Pbi33-wqd90/s1600/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVly5Prd7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Pbi33-wqd90/s400/01.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554457640465823666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;1) Mini Show :) all of the minishow crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2) Girls from mini show (standing: Icha, KM, -unknown fingers-, Dea, Me, Dinda, Indah, Cynthia. down there: Priska, Manda, Marris, Sandra, Gaby.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3) After the mini show. (L-R: Abi, Marris, Dea, Gaby, Manda, Andre, Joey, Me, Indah, Fico.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4) After the Christmas Ceremony (Behind -LR-: Adit, Delvin, Bob, Keju, Andre, Fico. Middle -LR-: Dinda, Marris, Della, Cynthia, Jacqueline, Manda, Dea, Me, Indah. Down there -LR-: Cindy, Joey, Gaby.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-3329639582869322190?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3329639582869322190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=3329639582869322190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3329639582869322190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/3329639582869322190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/congratulation-to-you.html' title='Last Christmas at JHS.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TRVlzaTuL9I/AAAAAAAAAco/Hqhc7EppiIs/s72-c/04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-5090876663649395843</id><published>2010-12-25T10:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:19:24.208+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't See Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Personally, i love this sad song. Okay, im not a broken hearted girl, cherie, but the lyrics seem right and real. You know, few sad love songs are just "too much".. Here you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;This is the place where I sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;This is the part where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this as hard as it gets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I'm getting tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of pretending I'm tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm here if you want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm yours, you can hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm empty and aching and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tumbling and breakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The way I know you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I dream a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Million sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I dream of fire when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You're touching my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But it twists into smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When I turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm speechless and faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It's too complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Is this how the book ends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nothing but good friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way I wish you would&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;This is the place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the place where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this just where we met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And is this the last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I'll ever get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wish I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Instead of just only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Crystal and see-through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And not enough to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way I wish you would&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;'Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way I know you could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-5090876663649395843?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5090876663649395843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=5090876663649395843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5090876663649395843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/5090876663649395843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-dont-see-me.html' title='You Don&apos;t See Me'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-1805803408955238643</id><published>2010-12-25T10:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:15:08.145+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey guys, first of all, i wanna say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"MERRY CHRISTMAS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;for those who celebrate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eventho i don't celebrate it, i also received a lot of christmas greeting :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;In this year, i went through a lot of things. Heartbreaks, joys, tears, laughter, friendship, lies, and truths. Thank you so much God, because i survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"And the award for the best liar goes to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for making me believe that you could be faithful to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lets hear your speech out....." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Take a Bow (Rihanna)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let your tears fall for someone who doesn't worth the cries, the wait, and the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-1805803408955238643?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1805803408955238643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=1805803408955238643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1805803408955238643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/1805803408955238643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-7824637091061950830</id><published>2010-12-03T14:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:12:07.949+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dilema</title><content type='html'>dilema banget loh gue. dilema banget loh gue. aduh. aduh. aduh. aduh. aduh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, skrg lg dirumah della gitchu, bareng si della (tentunya), cynthia, dea, manda, cindy, &amp;amp; gaby. tp lagi dilema juga -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah gabisa nyeritain juga gue knp dilema disini. masalahnya emg gue yg recet gitu ahelah kok gue banyak maunya tp ya emg gini gmndong? ah. gue butuh dia, tapi gue kdg ilfeel jg kdg2, ya tapi ya gmn dong, dia deket smgue huhu bingung. bingung banget. ini garagara masa lalu sm si tai kali ya jd susah move on :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skrg aja ya, gue ngerasa enak aja gitu asik sm dia yg baru (eh sbnrnya ga baru jg sih :-) ehtapi gpp deh, selama gue seneng ini hahah. seneng gitu setiap dia dideket gue, gatau knp, he gives me comfort, he gives me something that my last one didnt. lol abis hahahahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------ujung2nya gue cuman sepik doang :p gatau dehdehdehdehdehdeh.--------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-7824637091061950830?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7824637091061950830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=7824637091061950830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7824637091061950830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/7824637091061950830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/12/dilema.html' title='dilema'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2391329524802327510</id><published>2010-11-21T09:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T09:34:18.372+07:00</updated><title type='text'>im sickkkkk. anyway me needs to post sumthing heree, but the text box down there doesnt work so i write on the title textbox, is that okay? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-2391329524802327510?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2391329524802327510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2391329524802327510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2391329524802327510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2391329524802327510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sickkkkk-anyway-me-needs-to-post.html' title='im sickkkkk. anyway me needs to post sumthing heree, but the text box down there doesnt work so i write on the title textbox, is that okay? :P'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-2358527973836245761</id><published>2010-10-24T10:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:30:34.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnie the Pooh</title><content type='html'> &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TMOlnOEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AekuvTtpFJ4/s400/IMG02226-20101023-1543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TMOlm5C77KI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aTbPrMlLUiE/s400/IMG02216-20101023-1540.jpg" /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TMOlmh5bfXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/dCHRVqztCd8/s400/IMG02217-20101023-1540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;speechless. these days were showing their kindness, stories, and own difficulties. but, back again, 14 is still a tiny number of age, and eventhough im only 14, i do face those shitty difficulties and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;marvelous miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i really need to go back to early 2000, when everything was calm, and i was a kid :) i love cartoons. so, yesterday (after got home from science camp-------i was the crew!!------and piano course, got a cab and was facing another jakarta's terrible traffic jam from bintaro to semanggi), i went to watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Winnie the Pooh: Live"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in istora senayan. i was late, the show started at 2pm, but at 2pm, i was panicking on the cab!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;amazed, still with how cute a friendship could be, and how a hug could solve a problem from this show, i was thinking, if my friends and i would do this thing, life would be such an epic!! no selfishness and no one afraid to says sorry. but life is not a cartoon, we should live on our own ways to survive, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the best will be on the top and world may remembers his/her best moment of his/her life forever eventhough just a little piece of him/he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but the one who love truly and sincerely with his/her heart, will never be forgotten from people who love him/her, and not only "pieces" but "everything" about their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-2358527973836245761?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2358527973836245761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=2358527973836245761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2358527973836245761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/2358527973836245761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/10/winnie-pooh.html' title='Winnie the Pooh'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z4rww5Fg4r4/TMOlnOEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AekuvTtpFJ4/s72-c/IMG02226-20101023-1543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-6960774353525595330</id><published>2010-07-18T19:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:45:35.782+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the green one, that fell before gets yellowed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Fascinating title huh? well, tonight, im going to share my pov about someone who gave up, before doing anything worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Do you know? We usually gave up on someone we adore, cause theyre taken or impossible to catch or maybe some sensitive reasons. We usually gave up on our small dreams, because we're too afraid to face them. Then, at the end maybe we will find ourselves, single at 30s and jobless. Do you want that? Do you really want to blow the chances world giving to us? Just because a word that contains 6 alphabets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.F.R.A.I.D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Then, if whats the reason we are here? breathing? If we dont live for something, so we are nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Get real, face your fears. Its easy to said them, but its fricking hard to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;You need to show people your unrevealed abilities before you get their approval, just do talk less do more. People LOVE surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Rite, going to take a bath. i need one, ithink.&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/7695627199308793704-6960774353525595330?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6960774353525595330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=6960774353525595330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6960774353525595330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/6960774353525595330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/07/green-one-that-fell-before-gets.html' title='the green one, that fell before gets yellowed.'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695627199308793704.post-8478100601796302363</id><published>2010-07-18T18:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:30:31.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops!</title><content type='html'>erh, massive headache, actually not that type of the usual headache, this one is like my brain needs more oxygen. i dont know, but the point is, its annoying.&lt;div&gt;anyway, i will go home tomorrow morning at 4. maybe. erh, tomorrow will be a quite big day, Penabur's 60th Anniversary, i thought like OH MY GOSH? why is that so special? but, remembering that few months ago penabur's celebrating something i dont know at local tv station, now its like, oh yeah? whatever. And in my school, there will be some competition, you know, like poems, re arrange song, and jingle. what do i suppose to do? like YIPEE! HORAY! eouh, im not like that. im, like always.....super passive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movin to the other topic. NAH! i dont know what i suppose to do if.....................Oh, forget it, its not appropriate if i talked about this. just get over it pals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Current mood: Bored, confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Current song: The Other Side of the Door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Current movies: Parents Trap, Center Stage (both of them), Queen of the Damned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Current activities: Stalked, ate my lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, lets moving from that crap to something, more..... meaningful? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, what about ask me some "WHAT IF"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. What if someone you love is your bestfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-This is hard, hurt, and will take a lot of sacrificing i thought. I dont want to though. Hell no. But if i do, i will try to avoid contact with him, for times i couldnt predict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. What if someone could express their love to the one you love, but you could not, for some vital reasons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-FUCK OFF! mm, maybe i will stay calm, dont wanna lose my charm though-_-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. What if you cant be a fashion editor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I will be Anna Wintour, then, HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. What if you couldnt have the one you love, what will you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I faced this problem like thousands times! Believe it or not, im great at suffering, struggling, and surviving! im Miranti "Bravado" Nastiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. What if you were having a time machine? What'd you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I will be extremely happy, maybe i will be in coma for months(?) then i would get back to the happiest moments in my life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY, what else you want from me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, if you dont have anything to say, so, i guess i will end this article here :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See you later darlings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695627199308793704-8478100601796302363?l=chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8478100601796302363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695627199308793704&amp;postID=8478100601796302363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8478100601796302363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695627199308793704/posts/default/8478100601796302363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofmrnt.blogspot.com/2010/07/woops.html' title='Woops!'/><author><name>M¡rɑnt¡ Nɑst¡t¡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572068029180177134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
