<?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-5337109993408238161</id><updated>2012-02-13T22:32:52.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cares</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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believe that 13 was an unlucky number. theennn, i was the 13th participant in the national competition. and i was like, "oh gosh. this is not a good sign. perhaps a premonition that sth bad's about to happen. ok. i'm not gonna win this!" then, i grumbled to one of my "konco pelankin" about this. and she told me that taylor swift's lucky number is 13. and of course i understood, i contemplated for a while. and i thought, perhaps it was just a matter of mindset. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;13 is just a number anyway, just like any others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and surprisingly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJZg6QWwM1g/TzkpEnZ45ZI/AAAAAAAABFI/XCVktdFsrQk/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJZg6QWwM1g/TzkpEnZ45ZI/AAAAAAAABFI/XCVktdFsrQk/s640/IMG_0178.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thank you for everyone's help, suggestions, and support. i wouldn't have made it this far without you guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was in fact, a lifetime experience. meeting new people from all over indonesia and learning their culture. plus, i guess one of the most exciting part's when i rode a tandem bicycle with my friend from kupang around monas and raced with the others. it was. super. duper. tiring. and my bones are aching now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-842069655547118863?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/842069655547118863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/842069655547118863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/842069655547118863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJZg6QWwM1g/TzkpEnZ45ZI/AAAAAAAABFI/XCVktdFsrQk/s72-c/IMG_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8148017369106752527</id><published>2012-01-29T23:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:25:38.619+07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th january</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;let's get straight to the point. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;happy birthday to my little sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it has been a miracle seeing her growing up for the past 12 years. i recalled the day when she was born. my sister and i received a call from singapore. my dad informed us that she was finally out of my mom's tummy after staying there for like 9 months. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we were both so excited that we jumped all around the house like monkeys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;she grew up to be a crybaby who kept chewing her pacifier until she was 4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sooo one day, my dad's friend visited our house. and my parents were at that moment, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ubeerrr desperate,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;cos their efforts to stop her annoying habit always failed. good thing this auntie helped us by telling my sister that if she still refused to stop chewing her pacifier, she would look like a girl whom this auntie met in the airplane. the girl was very ugly, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;with two protruding teeth, 10 cm. &lt;/span&gt;of course the story was fake but she believed in it anyway sooo... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;he went to the bathroom and threw her pacifier into the toilet bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and finally bid farewell to her favorite item!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we were like, standing outside, staring at her and, amazed.&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;she often cried in the morning before going to school. &lt;/span&gt;idk why. and especially after long break of holiday. and monday. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;veryyy irksome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;she is the worst when it comes to subjects that require creativity. i was always the one helping her with her paintings and compositions. oops. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;was it helping, or creating the whole drawing for her? :p&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i guess i should start talking good stuffs about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. she is very helpful. so we always ask her to get stuffs for us (my big sister and i)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. she rarely talks. but once she does, she blows everyone's mind away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. nuffsaid. or her head will grow laarrggeerrr if she happens to read this post by chance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqF4LjE4cJc/TyVydN8XETI/AAAAAAAABEg/_DSoQXyHfoI/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqF4LjE4cJc/TyVydN8XETI/AAAAAAAABEg/_DSoQXyHfoI/s640/IMG_0431.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duZmht-BKeA/TyVykWFWDKI/AAAAAAAABE4/EZFG6gsQrTU/s640/IMG_0461.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my favorite maid left my house for good this morning cos she's getting married in february. let's just call her "kakak" instead of maid. i happen to cry everytime my kakak-s stop working, idk why. oh except for one, who spit on my face once and pinched me so hard! i remember crying in the school a couple of years ago. everyone was like asking me hey what happened what happened. and when i told them the reason why, they laughed at me. errgghhh. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;very annoying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8148017369106752527?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8148017369106752527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/29th-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8148017369106752527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8148017369106752527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/29th-january.html' title='29th january'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqF4LjE4cJc/TyVydN8XETI/AAAAAAAABEg/_DSoQXyHfoI/s72-c/IMG_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8036746288571423345</id><published>2012-01-27T22:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:46:30.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fast forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the epic moment when you get sick during the last days of holiday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the final moment when you're now free to eat any kinds of cookies and snacks inside your jars such as &lt;i&gt;nastar, peanuts, mochi, emping,&lt;/i&gt; to name but a few, cos you know for sure that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is gonna visit your house for cny anymore this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is sooo freaking tragic! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i didn't even swallow anything unhealthy from monday to wednesday cos i knew for sure i was gonna save my stomach for the last 3 days of holiday! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and now, i'm suffering from flu, so heavy until the extend where all you do wanna do is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;curl on the bed, sleep for 12 bloody hours, and fast forward the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can't stop sneezing, my eyes can't stop watering and my throat feels so dry.&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-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;perhaps this is God's own way of telling me to eat less and lose some weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.&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/5337109993408238161-8036746288571423345?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8036746288571423345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/fast-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8036746288571423345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8036746288571423345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/fast-forward.html' title='fast forward'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7919958317862570423</id><published>2012-01-26T01:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:36:46.385+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pillow arms</title><content type='html'>i'm in the mood of talking. so let me blabber everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;happy lunar new year! some stuffs simply don't change, like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;1. skirts and dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i used to loathe cny cos of the attire that i gotta wear. my mom always forces me to wear skirts for this special occasion so that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"i look like a lady,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like how she usually says. i mean that is one of the most ridiculous statement i've ever heard in my entire life. but what can a 15 y.o. adolescent do? the public demands it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*feeling like a boss*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;2. high heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i should admit that they are painful. but i don't really hate them. they're like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;remedy for people who are born short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(like me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;3. family gathering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well, we would never have the chance to gather all of my relatives &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;COMPLETELY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;cos my paternal grandma has 9 sons and daughters plus their spouses and 21 grandchildren, mind you. twenty-one. nuff said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHEkX-xI3bg/TyBJmzLSqSI/AAAAAAAABEI/68CZgs-KBMU/s1600/IMG_0268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHEkX-xI3bg/TyBJmzLSqSI/AAAAAAAABEI/68CZgs-KBMU/s640/IMG_0268.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm gonna go watch paranormal activity 3 tomorrow, if we manage to grab the tickets. my friends told me that it was rather spooky. so i scrolled through wikipedia and read the synopsis. and the plot was sort of well, eerie!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; and first of all, i would like to apologize in advance to anyone who's gonna sit beside me during the movie.&lt;/span&gt; peace out! someone knows why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i bet i'll turn on the lights and ask my sister to accompany me to the bathroom and sleep beside me at night. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;usual routine after watching horror movie which will normally end in a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m6pGOsTeBc/TyBJqRtodpI/AAAAAAAABEQ/1lBp-wu26Rw/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m6pGOsTeBc/TyBJqRtodpI/AAAAAAAABEQ/1lBp-wu26Rw/s640/IMG_0291.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just finished reading 20-s girl by sophie kinsella 2 days ago. i somehow wish to have a "guardian angel" like lara. i know it's creepy. but isn't it fun, you can do all the "fake mind-reading" stuffs like what lara does in the novel and have someone to help you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;***** &lt;/span&gt;your... oh well. and then i really wish to have sadie's arms instead of lara's pillow arms (like what i have) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7919958317862570423?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7919958317862570423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/pillow-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7919958317862570423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7919958317862570423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/pillow-arms.html' title='pillow arms'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHEkX-xI3bg/TyBJmzLSqSI/AAAAAAAABEI/68CZgs-KBMU/s72-c/IMG_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3939971375228756851</id><published>2012-01-20T21:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:59:45.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;friday is always nice cos we have longer recess period. devin brought a guitar, and began to serenade a girl in my class. he was like so awesome! i mean, who would be that brave? well, i'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really sure whether he was really wooing her or just joking but his guitar playing is just so nice!&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; thumbs up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and he actually played a song. a very touching one i bet all of you know. and it somehow made me start to reminisce about hmm... something. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know it's unhealthy, but what can i do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wO52jJswTVQ/Txl-tSQRTqI/AAAAAAAABD4/ghlBkOxKF98/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wO52jJswTVQ/Txl-tSQRTqI/AAAAAAAABD4/ghlBkOxKF98/s640/IMG_0013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;devin wooing someone! :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaF0qJ32HQc/Txl-do5fhQI/AAAAAAAABDg/a0xzrBC3zFA/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaF0qJ32HQc/Txl-do5fhQI/AAAAAAAABDg/a0xzrBC3zFA/s640/IMG_0002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lomolomolomo. anyway i found the film alrdy! hiding somewhere in the corner of my shelf! :\&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wO52jJswTVQ/Txl-tSQRTqI/AAAAAAAABD4/ghlBkOxKF98/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ou-uVsLnbZA/Txl-jShe6nI/AAAAAAAABDo/Ux9LotCrbHI/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ou-uVsLnbZA/Txl-jShe6nI/AAAAAAAABDo/Ux9LotCrbHI/s640/IMG_0006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;caryn drew this for me! it's like sooo cuteee!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaF0qJ32HQc/Txl-do5fhQI/AAAAAAAABDg/a0xzrBC3zFA/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;anyway i'm using instagram now. you can follow me @adrianasalim. have a nice day ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3939971375228756851?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3939971375228756851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/insecurity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3939971375228756851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3939971375228756851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/insecurity.html' title='insecurity'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wO52jJswTVQ/Txl-tSQRTqI/AAAAAAAABD4/ghlBkOxKF98/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6063058051871653321</id><published>2012-01-19T00:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:09:53.434+07:00</updated><title type='text'>octopus</title><content type='html'>if missing you is a sin. i'm sure i'll soon be in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-6063058051871653321?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6063058051871653321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/octopus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6063058051871653321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6063058051871653321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/octopus.html' title='octopus'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3434506961080252152</id><published>2012-01-15T01:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:21:48.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>die-die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;guess what? i won the first place in the pre-eliminary round of the speech competition. which meanssss i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;'m going to jakarta in february for the final! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm so excited like woo-hoo! it's like all my hard work and sacrifices are finally paid off.&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-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;how i "die-die" learned guitar last week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how i "die-die" composed a song,&lt;/i&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: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and how i "die-die" practiced every night!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and i got into final for the news presenter stuff, which is gonna be held tomorrow. can't stop thanking God. and my friends. and of course my sister, who has helped me like soooo much! i love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hwaiting!&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-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;get back soon to the lion please.&lt;/i&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/5337109993408238161-3434506961080252152?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7127085336717896134</id><published>2012-01-13T23:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:14:18.328+07:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity is normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;these are by far, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the craziest stuffs i've ever done in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;first. &lt;/span&gt;i'm gonna have 2 competitions going on (i've never done two in a day before), the first one is a speech competition at 12 something and the second is news presenter competition at 1:30 which meansss&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; i need to rush, like super rush!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;second. &lt;/span&gt;i've composed a song for my competition cos we have to perform, and i guess&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; it will be so much better if i perform something that i originally create.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a slow ballad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and a very short one. like maybe 2 minutes. i can't even believe i write a song! this is my first time :) and then basically, i practiced the song last night and let my sister listen to it via &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;skype, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;guess what? she cried! is my song really that touching? and i was like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;third. &lt;/span&gt;i started to learn guitar exactly a week ago. checking websites and video tutorials on how to play it. i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;practiced the whole afternoon. then i arranged my piece on monday, searching for the right chords to fit in the melody. and tomorrow,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; i am gonna perform the piece that i create with guitar accompaniment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;told you. insane. but i enjoy it anyway!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;thank you for all the support, guys! will definitely do my best tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7127085336717896134?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7127085336717896134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/insanity-is-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7127085336717896134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7127085336717896134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/insanity-is-normal.html' title='insanity is normal'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8044256247405121858</id><published>2012-01-11T23:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:31:32.327+07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only you know the reason why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xOuKT_9D1Q/TwxpMNObIAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KOcZwZF9scE/s1600/IMG_1941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xOuKT_9D1Q/TwxpMNObIAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KOcZwZF9scE/s640/IMG_1941.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vB3TEbT7u_M/TwxpO_6V1wI/AAAAAAAABDY/MPSuxxifE0Q/s1600/IMG_7396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vB3TEbT7u_M/TwxpO_6V1wI/AAAAAAAABDY/MPSuxxifE0Q/s640/IMG_7396.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i just started to learn guitar recently, through youtube videos and websites. don't expect me to play so awesomely until what extend cos i'm still a beginner. and well, what can i say? learning without teacher &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;(i mean teacher as in someone real sitting beside you, guiding you in learning)&lt;/span&gt; simply has its own challenge. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but it's still fun anyway!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reasons why are bcs:&lt;br /&gt;1. my mom bought me a guitar. and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; it will be such a waste if i don't even, at least try to put an effort on it, right? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i actually got interested in this musical instrument since i met these 3 men in my previous picture playing guitars at seattle. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;they're simply, brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the primary reason : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;secret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. if only you know the reason why :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8044256247405121858?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8044256247405121858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-only-you-know-reason-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8044256247405121858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8044256247405121858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-only-you-know-reason-why.html' title='if only you know the reason why'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xOuKT_9D1Q/TwxpMNObIAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/KOcZwZF9scE/s72-c/IMG_1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3093089138076038061</id><published>2012-01-10T00:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:17:50.464+07:00</updated><title type='text'>until i see you again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjjmdcYfX7k/TwsgaLRJBTI/AAAAAAAABDA/3eSEjW8ZZkY/s1600/IMG_7756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjjmdcYfX7k/TwsgaLRJBTI/AAAAAAAABDA/3eSEjW8ZZkY/s640/IMG_7756.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i found myself constantly listening to taylor swift's songs. i simply have no idea why. everything just fits perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otRuEpJ77Dw/TwsgbWXNIOI/AAAAAAAABDI/-emZor5LEH8/s1600/IMG_8650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otRuEpJ77Dw/TwsgbWXNIOI/AAAAAAAABDI/-emZor5LEH8/s640/IMG_8650.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you again :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3093089138076038061?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3093089138076038061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/until-i-see-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3093089138076038061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3093089138076038061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/until-i-see-you-again.html' title='until i see you again'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjjmdcYfX7k/TwsgaLRJBTI/AAAAAAAABDA/3eSEjW8ZZkY/s72-c/IMG_7756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3667068672321973345</id><published>2011-12-30T23:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:16:54.908+07:00</updated><title type='text'>if</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's freaking gonna be a new year in two days. excited? not really. i wish time could stop. or at least, move slower. but that would never ever happen. like in a zillion years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, before leaving 2011, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;i would like to say sorry for all the mistakes i've done this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;for the wounds i've inflicted. for the chaos i've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and. i know sometimes. i talk without even thinking and offend people's feelings. that's what my friends often tell me. i am too frank at times. it's like&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; i just blurt out everything in my mind without going through the "filtration" process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like if you create an ugly painting and you ask me whether it's good or not, then i'll say that it is ugly without even caring about your feelings.&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-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;here are my new year's resolutions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(i know resolutions are bo-ring. and i never really accomplish them. but it's not a sin making a list, isn't it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. i want to cure my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pteromerhanophobia / aerophobia / aviatophobia / aviophobia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;or to make it simple,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; fear of flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i mean this is like sooo annoying, especially during long flights. i was in a 14 hour flight last june. and i didn't do anything. i couldn't sleep, i didn't even have the guts to turn on the screen in front of me, or touch the food that was served! all the bad thoughts and "what if-s" were shrouding my mind. what i did the whole flight was hugging my mom's left arm. geeez. the point is, i'm such a nervous wreck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. i want to add my collection of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;owls! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so basically, this year, i've collected owls, ranging from purse, shirts, keychain, papers and sculptures. and i just bought one again earlier this afternoon. the store had 50% discount for the owl sculpture. what's even better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfGA_Zwfy9M/Tv3aVFHyLqI/AAAAAAAABCs/Z2YIbbNDfd4/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfGA_Zwfy9M/Tv3aVFHyLqI/AAAAAAAABCs/Z2YIbbNDfd4/s640/IMG_1904.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;zeee owl!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;stop multitasking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;such as playing ipad plus studying plus TV. i think i can cure that one. but i seriously cannot cure this : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;eating snacks while studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. try to make the right decision, if possible, at all time. stop offending.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; life would be beautiful IF curing one's feeling is as easy as sticking band-aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fix the stuff that has been tumbling down the previous year. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stick all the broken pieces.&amp;nbsp;hmm... not confident enough.&amp;nbsp;it won't be the same but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;at least, i'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3667068672321973345?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3667068672321973345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5202103508595539214</id><published>2011-12-25T19:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:29:06.494+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;first of all. merry christmas guys! i would really love to know how you spend your christmas :) mine? can't be better. it's superb! very nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;years ago, since i was still 3, my dad and mom used to put gifts underneath the christmas tree. and i would be so excited that i couldn't sleep at night. i woke up very early in the morning, ran towards the christmas tree and tore the wrappings.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; it always amazed me how santa managed to get whatever gifts i wished for that year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i would find a card from him somewhere near the tree, i just got to find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6t_1R9yFgk/TvcR0IBXsDI/AAAAAAAABCQ/dWQjObBqW98/s1600/IMG_1722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6t_1R9yFgk/TvcR0IBXsDI/AAAAAAAABCQ/dWQjObBqW98/s640/IMG_1722.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the "historical" christmas tree which is even older than me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what was written on the card was simple.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; santa asked me whether i loved the gifts, and told me that i must be a good girl so that i could receive presents again the next year! &lt;/span&gt;i used to believe the idea that santa actually existed. until one day, i got so curious. i observed the christmas card thoroughly, and found out that the writing was very similar to my mom's. but still, the presents-under-the-christmas-tree routine continued for years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;until one year, i saw nothing under the tree, except a card. it was said there that santa was very busy that year in north pole that he didn't have time to buy presents. instead, he substituted my gift with angpao. and the routine stopped. that was like, probably, 7 years ago. but then every christmas, we exchanged gifts with my cousins. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but what i really really really miss, is the christmas tradition i had less than a decade ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning, santa put the gifts under the christmas tree again!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; *somersaulting*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; except, that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;the santa this year was my sister, &lt;/span&gt;who crept out to set the presents at midnight! thank you for the gifts, seriously! you're the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kB8HfvE_us/TvcSCYZRHuI/AAAAAAAABCY/jWdk2BI7AKc/s1600/IMG_1834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kB8HfvE_us/TvcSCYZRHuI/AAAAAAAABCY/jWdk2BI7AKc/s640/IMG_1834.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;owl lunchbox pack! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OWL. my favorite! i collect all stuffs regarding owl. and with this lunchbox pack, the number of owls in my house will exceed 13! and she also gave me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; a t-shirt and a necklace. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;very cute! thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjxn8AeTqno/TvcSQftUFvI/AAAAAAAABCg/dp7ZxFUmWEs/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjxn8AeTqno/TvcSQftUFvI/AAAAAAAABCg/dp7ZxFUmWEs/s640/IMG_1868.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;you know, one day when i have kids, i want them to believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;santa and his elves,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; to believe that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 reindeers &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;held to pull the sleigh exist, and to believe in r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;udolph the red nose reindeer,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; like how i did back then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-5202103508595539214?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5202103508595539214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5202103508595539214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5202103508595539214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleigh.html' title='sleigh'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6t_1R9yFgk/TvcR0IBXsDI/AAAAAAAABCQ/dWQjObBqW98/s72-c/IMG_1722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6042834917414859584</id><published>2011-12-24T00:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:35:57.671+07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday : day #01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my day began with a morning madness. i lost my lomo camera's box which contains several rolls of film. i don't know where i last kept it. and that was pretty heartbreaking. i'll keep searching for it anyway. at least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i had an awesome day with my friends this afternoon as a remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;attended irena's birthday party at 1. thank you for the lunch! the food was yummy. except for the ugly fact that i only ate a little, unlike usual. cos my tummy was still full as i ate so much the night before. you know what, i think i should stop being such a pig. 10 meals in a day for god's sake. plus, sleeping until 10 in the morning and no exercise ( i actually planned to go to gym early in the morning. but oh well, "plan") &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;needless to ask where the excessive fats in my body come from!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then, went to sun plaza with my friends. i guess i burned some calories there (and gained as well). i went upstairs to meet my friends at amazon, then, not being an avid fan of arcade games, i strolled around the mall, bought some dvd-s, then went to dome and starbucks to meet my cousins before finally joining them again. and then. gosh why should i tell you about the stuffs i did the whole afternoon, as if that was interesting. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;as if i were a celebrity superstar.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0mq1jaETBk/TvSu4k2x2FI/AAAAAAAABBI/i8D9EP8nPOQ/s1600/IMG_1431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0mq1jaETBk/TvSu4k2x2FI/AAAAAAAABBI/i8D9EP8nPOQ/s640/IMG_1431.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;christmas cookies i bought from an online shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATP9nm73ph4/TvSvLqR0XiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SdzmcKf9WWI/s1600/IMG_1472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATP9nm73ph4/TvSvLqR0XiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SdzmcKf9WWI/s640/IMG_1472.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8j58fyqpDD8/TvSvdI-2GyI/AAAAAAAABBY/o0gO3sa8eIc/s1600/IMG_1489.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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type='text'>sunflares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;being released from an unescapable cage after dwelling inside like for 2 weeks... is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;literally.&lt;/span&gt; and. &amp;nbsp;i just found out, that the toughest day of exam does not depend on the subject, yet it depends on what subject is being examined on the last day. cos during the last day,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; the vacancy in your mind is already filled by thoughts regarding holiday&lt;/span&gt;, what you're gonna do, like malls, hanging round the town stuffs! and that's what happened last night. i was like sort of freaking out that i cried in the toilet.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; i know this sounds gross. &lt;/span&gt;cos i still got 2 chapters to go for the next 4 hours, and i figured out that it was soooo tough to just, simply concentrate on my book, cos my thoughts were branched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, not just last night, it's supposed to be everytime! i certainly do not have a knack in that field. i'm easily distracted by anything, especially blackberry. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;nd, someone told me that i should stop multitasking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sooo during the past 2 weeks, i stopped goofing around with my cellphone at night except when i had something urgent to ask my friends. and i started playing, watching tv, reading comics after i finished studying. AND. what makes me even happier, is that my friends, out of the blue, admit that i start to focus more on my study!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; i guess it's an improvement, aye? &lt;/span&gt;:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgFUHdPadoU/TvNt9u5829I/AAAAAAAABA8/ebQ3x0XMEUE/s1600/IMG_8761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgFUHdPadoU/TvNt9u5829I/AAAAAAAABA8/ebQ3x0XMEUE/s320/IMG_8761.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxhEAyXpvus/TvNqIHiyNiI/AAAAAAAABAw/VAxXO6wHldE/s1600/IMG_8761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxhEAyXpvus/TvNqIHiyNiI/AAAAAAAABAw/VAxXO6wHldE/s320/IMG_8761.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Eh2dq_GPZY/TvNqC_czVeI/AAAAAAAABAo/j683PWUu-GA/s1600/IMG_8760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Eh2dq_GPZY/TvNqC_czVeI/AAAAAAAABAo/j683PWUu-GA/s320/IMG_8760.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;sunflares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4606543189296161612?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4606543189296161612/comments/default' 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them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;for i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;everyone makes mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;no matter how kind they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;for i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;that those flaws&amp;nbsp;are exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;what build you up as a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;but i never judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;accepting all your imperfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;yet you turn your back against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;is it fallacious to chase for one's happiness?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyNDNC1sTrc/Tur_JJdrl2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/4B1jRvB769c/s72-c/IMG_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8122488869769811890</id><published>2011-12-09T23:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:47:09.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>too beautiful to be true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pk8n-21yEfA/TuTnFsBFdiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1pxBobgjLZM/s1600/IMG_1350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pk8n-21yEfA/TuTnFsBFdiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1pxBobgjLZM/s640/IMG_1350.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know that moment, when you wish everything just stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;clock stops ticking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;cars stop honking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;everyone stops moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not because you hate them. but because everything is so perfect. the point is just that, i don't want december to end because... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;this december, is too beautiful to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; minus the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ7s5qFy3ao/TuTmdle8dUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/U3grD7LXD0E/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ7s5qFy3ao/TuTmdle8dUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/U3grD7LXD0E/s640/IMG_1338.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm4W246HRKU/TuTmppMcFSI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iUjRymwmpVc/s1600/IMG_1346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm4W246HRKU/TuTmppMcFSI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iUjRymwmpVc/s640/IMG_1346.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MtBxBYYuK4/TuTm5cuizEI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ccE7zA5TMUk/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MtBxBYYuK4/TuTm5cuizEI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ccE7zA5TMUk/s640/IMG_1349.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my sister's handwriting. dwelling there for like almost one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7ZuzxU3cTU/TuTnTwVX4AI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BFaIzcqhJ-g/s1600/IMG_1352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7ZuzxU3cTU/TuTnTwVX4AI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BFaIzcqhJ-g/s640/IMG_1352.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSY. this is how my table looked like 5 days before exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2065082245897651345</id><published>2011-12-06T22:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:46:56.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>under the christmas tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-eAeax-y-A/Tt44Tsj2j4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/qycDnx2XnCs/s1600/IMG_1317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-eAeax-y-A/Tt44Tsj2j4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/qycDnx2XnCs/s640/IMG_1317.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tiVJMhh7q8Y/Tt44Yzf5pHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/5Cpvh4yKIrs/s1600/IMG_1325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok so the whole point is that, this message is so important, plus embarrassing. and that it can only be seen by someone, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;the chosen one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. omg, this sounds more like harry potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so. these two persons have the same name. they even show their profile names in the similar form &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"name + full stop (.)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;eing a stoopid dork who didn't even mind to check their display pictures, i directly clicked the name which appeared first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who, in fact, turned out to be the wrong person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i mean like, for God's sake the message was sooooo crucial. but well, i can't turn back time right. so i guess &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;i should stop being such a sourpuss and get back to work!&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/5337109993408238161-3716263603082440697?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3716263603082440697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/01-awkward-moment-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3716263603082440697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3716263603082440697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/01-awkward-moment-when-you.html' title='#01 the awkward moment when you...'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8940884007380066715</id><published>2011-12-05T00:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:09:56.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0bGYCxFWh8/Ttuo8WReQQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/oyd7e3KulK8/s1600/IMG_1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0bGYCxFWh8/Ttuo8WReQQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/oyd7e3KulK8/s640/IMG_1246.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to type lah :p exam starts next week which meanssss... no malls, no decent sleep, no nice food, no playing-laptop-for-6-hours, no taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took that pic 2 days ago :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8940884007380066715?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8940884007380066715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/bubble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8940884007380066715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8940884007380066715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/bubble.html' title='bubble'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0bGYCxFWh8/Ttuo8WReQQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/oyd7e3KulK8/s72-c/IMG_1246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8708952713013986842</id><published>2011-12-03T21:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:12:34.244+07:00</updated><title type='text'>boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2264313607916515420</id><published>2011-11-28T22:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:07:22.674+07:00</updated><title type='text'>courage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;galauness attacks. you know galau right. the state when you're confused. whatever step you choose seems to bring consequences.&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-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want to tell her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want to be completely honest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i just can't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've tried so hard for the past one week to see how things are going so far. blurting one word, and our friendship is at stake. she's gonna know sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;the problem is just that i'm not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;but i should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;i don't have the courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;but i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;some of my friends keep saying that i should tell her. i know i should. but how? i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i hate this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-2264313607916515420?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2264313607916515420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so. the news is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm going to post videos of me singing on youtube soon. not like it's such a big deal. well&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;, just in case i have a knack in that field and i somehow get famous! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;joke. i will never be well-known, or even if i will, probably not through youtube. this is just a hobby.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; self-recording yourself singing in front of your mac and saving like God knows how many videos of it i have in my laptop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;so, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;how soon is the soon?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well, it may be tomorrow, next week, after my exam, or maybe next year. depends on my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;and the second good news is that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; i finally have the complete collection of the diaries of wimpy kid minus the do it by yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;though they are not mine, i mean not wholly mine, but my sister's. i only peruse them sometimes when i'm in need of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; laughter booster. &lt;/span&gt;what i'm currently reading right now is nicholas sparks' the rescue. i love all his books. he simply has that power to write stuffs that will evoke empathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNawbx7IUsA/Ts_DI99MDbI/AAAAAAAAA98/npcFBc-eclU/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNawbx7IUsA/Ts_DI99MDbI/AAAAAAAAA98/npcFBc-eclU/s640/IMG_1144.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and the not so last one is that i'm writing a novel. and yes. i'm going to publish it through &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wattpad. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's basically like any other love stories, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;heartbreaks, betrayal, fights, reconciliation and well, any other elements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway. how IF someone tweeted : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"ah childish. immature." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and what she meant was&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;the character in the movie that she watched&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(bold. capitalized). and out of the blue, one of her friends (or is he one? cos she hardly recognizes him now) felt like she was talking about him that he replied with something offending saying that she was the one who was childish and that he wasn't talking about her so he said that she should've stopped being a busy body cos it was none of her business.&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-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;think. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who in the first place said that she was talking about him? it was him himself. and then how did she know that his tweet was referring to her? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;only idiots did not. &lt;/span&gt;cos literally when you see someone posting a tweet about a certain subject for example "owl is cute", then the next person tweeting after him says sth like "owl is not cute" you know that the second person is indirectly replying to the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and i hope no one feels offended like how that guy does. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;cos did i previously mention anyone's name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last but not least.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; don't mess up with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sometimes it's better to keep silent in any social networking sites. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cos kids throwing tantrums and accusing someone just show how immature they are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no offense :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5337109993408238161-1333970924676612501?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1333970924676612501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/tantrums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1333970924676612501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1333970924676612501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/tantrums.html' title='tantrums'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNawbx7IUsA/Ts_DI99MDbI/AAAAAAAAA98/npcFBc-eclU/s72-c/IMG_1144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4673683478516826447</id><published>2011-11-21T21:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:20:56.821+07:00</updated><title type='text'>golden rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so basically. this is a lesson learned. never put yourself into any particular matter before thinking deeply of the consequences and repercussions. i mean like you contemplate about it for awhile, but then everything turns out wrong. and you, please don't fall into the same trap that will restrain you from all the good stuffs out there like how someone did last time, okay. just a warning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;soooo the last few days were literally, heaven, now that i gain my freedom back. perhaps it's true, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;i'm wild. i hate being locked in a cage though it took me like months before i finally realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thanks to someone though (you know who you are) for telling me the three most essential rules of life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;be happy all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;never lose smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do what you think is best for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the messages that will forever be carved deep down here.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; that life is meant to fulfill our own happiness. not for the sake of other people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now i feel my life is like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; m&amp;amp;m's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you know that famous brand of chocolate? yes. i feel my life is like the tiny button-shaped candies. colorful. and all the tiny things everyone does just simply cheer up my day. and how the feeling inside is sweet.&amp;nbsp;&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-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i've listed down several things i want to accomplish now that i gain my freedom back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. i want to focus on my debating skills and join more debate competitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. i want to spend my sundays with those i love. simply laughing the afternoon off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. i want to do more social works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. i want our next outreach to be a complete success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. competitions. more! anything i'm capable of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. finish my novel. a file hidden deep inside my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9TpHUqIWxE/TspqYHklgOI/AAAAAAAAA90/040lqWJTS-g/s1600/IMG_1107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9TpHUqIWxE/TspqYHklgOI/AAAAAAAAA90/040lqWJTS-g/s640/IMG_1107.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4673683478516826447?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4673683478516826447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/golden-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7138344585122222220</id><published>2011-11-17T21:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:46:36.592+07:00</updated><title type='text'>adriani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello i won another speech competition which was held by the library of north sumatra (ok i don't really know what they call it in english, i make it up by my own) which is the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; largeessssttttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; library in medan i suppose. it was a provincial level high school speech contest which was participated by 124 students all around north sumatra, which they divided into boys and girls' competition. and i placed 3rd in the final which was such a pleasure&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; recalling the great deal of trouble i had to face before with the committee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; *sobs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJD8sxbRgu8/TsUdFsK8_HI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ctuPzHQ_M5E/s1600/IMG_1091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJD8sxbRgu8/TsUdFsK8_HI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ctuPzHQ_M5E/s640/IMG_1091.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway ignore the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADRIANI &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stuff written there cos i'm basically, so used to people misspelling my name into some awkward indecent ones. is adriana such a complex name to spell, i mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;there are a lot of famous adriana-s out there but WHY people still often mistakenly spell or pronounce it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sobs*&lt;/i&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/5337109993408238161-7138344585122222220?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7138344585122222220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/adriani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7739958314300879042</id><published>2011-11-11T20:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:00:38.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>11-11-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when so many people actually had loads of fun, won the methodist expo thingy, and hooked up today&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(in which i would like to congratulate as a good friend and acquaintance) as what i could see on my timeline on twitter today, flooded with words of congratulations and stuffs, what i had is the total opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i woke up early in the morning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;with the determination that it was gonna be a good 11-11-11 after all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but the thing was that, i couldn't find my geography assignment that was supposed to be handed in this morning. i got so desperate cos it was already 7 in the morning and school started in half an hour. you know how the traffic is like in medan, don't you. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;stupid mini buses blocking other people's lanes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;it turned out that my papers were stuck under stacks of my SAT books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;good thing i arrived at school just right when the bell rang. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;i guess that was the only thing so far which was good. &lt;/span&gt;oops. my english tutor told me that i shouldn't apply the word "good" anymore in my level. okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what really disappointed me was when my teacher told me that the person who was supposed to register us did not register us -&lt;i&gt; let's not mention her name&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(or shall we say she tried to do so for several times but unfortunately the fax machine didn't work)&lt;/span&gt; for the speech competition. if i hadn't put all my efforts into this contest, then i wouldn't be this sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know i should put all the blame on her. it was not her fault, except for the fact that she didn't inform us about this earlier. we should've checked out whether we're in for the competition or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;imagine. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you've been racking your brain writing the 600-words essay and practicing it for the past 10 days but then someone suddenly informed that you're not in the competition and the registration has closed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;perhaps it is true that hard work without luck is a total zero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;like what i just experienced. everything is shattered. i don't know what to do. i never want to disappoint everyone who's helped me through these, giving me a whole lots of idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the thing is this simple. i do not want to give up.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; if plan A doesn't work, time to rock plan B.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7739958314300879042?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7739958314300879042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-11-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7739958314300879042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel like i'm living for others' expectation. it's not that i hate to study. i love it. but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i simply hate to be under pressure. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's tough to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of3oJtzbmfw/TrlVEGzRncI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Xg7e-RZXQ2w/s1600/IMG_1064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of3oJtzbmfw/TrlVEGzRncI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Xg7e-RZXQ2w/s640/IMG_1064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIiOBv-zMGQ/TrlVg-MReeI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YoOPo3iXXXA/s1600/IMG_1060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8398895680631325721?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8398895680631325721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/wak-noer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8398895680631325721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8398895680631325721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/wak-noer.html' title='wak noer'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZQx9Bj00aE/Tq1ZbPvQePI/AAAAAAAAA7A/WkQWbYFUU4U/s72-c/IMG_0964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2990008011965080023</id><published>2011-10-30T21:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:04:45.205+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNDRAISE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEALNET MEDAN CHAPTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is holding a fundraise. so one of the mentors actually creates ribbons and they are for sale. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1 pair for five thousand rupiah only.&lt;/span&gt; basically the money earned is going to be used for our projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;our projects aim to help the society and solve problems in our community. our previous projects were to help the orphans learn hygiene, preventing them from having diarrhea and suffering dengue fever. of course our projects need fund. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;what are we going to do with that fund? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;we are going to allocate the money donated in several aspects in order to make our projects happen. like when we went to the orphanage last time, we used our fund to buy snacks, crayons, papers, toothbrushes, and many more as well as to install PAM there so that they can have clean water. therefore, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we really hope that you guys will help us and all those less-fortunate ones just by ordering those ribbons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEDEHPq1sTw/Tq1Kyvp21pI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ddl3dDD10vM/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEDEHPq1sTw/Tq1Kyvp21pI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ddl3dDD10vM/s640/IMG_0748.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;cute ribbons in various colours : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;white, light blue, brown, purple, yellow, pink, and many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEDEHPq1sTw/Tq1Kyvp21pI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ddl3dDD10vM/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGwLwjSnGOw/Tq1WRGnMYCI/AAAAAAAAA6w/bD22utI03G4/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGwLwjSnGOw/Tq1WRGnMYCI/AAAAAAAAA6w/bD22utI03G4/s640/IMG_1026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;get them for your&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;teddy bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look at mine! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGwLwjSnGOw/Tq1WRGnMYCI/AAAAAAAAA6w/bD22utI03G4/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naSECs_lI70/Tq1WsTJvnCI/AAAAAAAAA64/YKY6SQIik38/s1600/IMG_1029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naSECs_lI70/Tq1WsTJvnCI/AAAAAAAAA64/YKY6SQIik38/s640/IMG_1029.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;beautify yourselves, girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get them for yourself, for your teddy bears, for your girlfriends and everyone! we can help customize them for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;just ribbons and you can help them earn a better life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for more details about those ribbons, contact us on twitter &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/sealnet_medan"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;@sealnet_medan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/adrianasalim"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;@adrianasalim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you can e-mail me personally here : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;adriana.salim1996@gmail.com&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/5337109993408238161-2990008011965080023?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2990008011965080023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fundraise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2990008011965080023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2990008011965080023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fundraise.html' title='FUNDRAISE.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEDEHPq1sTw/Tq1Kyvp21pI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ddl3dDD10vM/s72-c/IMG_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5633244277812355789</id><published>2011-10-28T22:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:13:42.375+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had my halloween early celebration this afternoon. it was in my english tuition with 4 other friends. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;we were asked to tell ghost stories one by one. &lt;/span&gt;and guess what. i won. i was just simply being quite lucky. there was a tie between me, caroline and tri. so the teacher made a lucky draw. i picked up the "win" paper and yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--f4ajOkXKW4/TqrFn-22MbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/lriefAVxM9Y/s1600/IMG_0737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--f4ajOkXKW4/TqrFn-22MbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/lriefAVxM9Y/s640/IMG_0737.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4VwfQ1JSuo/TqrGK3mW9YI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kuBEgYlQTpE/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4VwfQ1JSuo/TqrGK3mW9YI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kuBEgYlQTpE/s640/IMG_0742.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway. i made the ghost story by myself for that celebration. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was basically a crappy one my best friend and i made.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i will post it here. but please don't laugh kay. don't :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;this story happened not so long time ago. a woman was pregnant without a husband. as the due date was coming nearer, she went to the hospital. the woman believed that she would not be able to provide the baby's needs later on as she was completely poverty-stricken. so, she decided to give the baby to the doctor and the doctor promised that the baby would later be adopted and the woman would be rewarded some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;however, after the baby was born, the mother wanted to have it back. she refused to let it be adopted by anyone because she finally realized how much she loved her baby. the doctor lied to her, telling her that the baby had died because of organ malfunctions. therefore, this mother didn't get any money as well as her baby. however, she was so sure that her baby was still alive because someone told her that he saw the baby being given away by the doctor to a misterious lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;she kept on insisting that her baby was still alive. however, the doctor denied again and again. she was so depressed that she decided to jump of the hospital building. however, she told the doctor beforehand that she would plot a revenge soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;several days passed after her death and nothing strange happened. but one day, when the doctor went inside his office, he saw everything had become messy. all the papers were covering his table and under the floor. some of them were crumpled and torn into pieces. it seemed like someone was searching for something inside his office. he thought it was a burglar. however this happened everyday in a row. he started to doubt his assumption as nothing was stolen. no important documents, files, checks or money were taken away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;one day, the doctor was working alone in his office, signing all the papers and documents when suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;"BAMMM!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; there was a loud banging sound! then all the lights were off! suddenly all the papers were flying as if there was a tornado inside the room. surprisingly, the computer turned out by itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;"give me back my baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; popped out of the screen repeatedly as if an invisible self was typing. being so shocked, the doctor lost his consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;he woke up several hours later, finding himself in his house. he thought that it was merely just a dream. he went straight to the toilet and took a bath. as he was contemplating under the shower, suddenly he felt someone grabbing his back. a very cold and wet hand on his shoulder. he looked at his shoulder, and saw a hand covered in blood, with very long nails on his fingers. being terrified, he turned around and saw nothing, but his own reflection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;the doctor went back to sleep with his wife. in the midnight during his sleep, he suddenly felt as if somebody was pushing him down to the floor. he fell down, turned on the light, and saw a very horrible sight. the wall was covered with words written in blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;"give me back my baby or i will take yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;. trying not to be superstitious, he thought that it was someone sneaking inside his house that they managed to install security cameras all around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;it happened that their baby was caught dead on the floor the next day. all its body was full of bruises and blood everywhere. they looked at the records of the security camera and found out that the baby was hit by an invisible creature. being thrown here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;the doctor's wife was in such misery that gradually she became mentally ill. she kept wailing days and nights and refused to go out of the house. she also often sang by herself in the middle of the night. the doctor too was depressed. he kept hearing whispers inside his brain,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;"give me back my baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;, everyday, every night until one day he could not stand it anymore that he jumped off a the hospital building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;the doctor committed suicide. his wife inside the asylum. and his baby was tortured till death approached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE END&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;it a scary one anyway? :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-5633244277812355789?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5633244277812355789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-my-halloween-early-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5633244277812355789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5633244277812355789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-my-halloween-early-celebration.html' title='pumpkins'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--f4ajOkXKW4/TqrFn-22MbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/lriefAVxM9Y/s72-c/IMG_0737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-413026864183698184</id><published>2011-10-27T23:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:05:42.472+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you killed our friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;how many rivulets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;should stream down my cheeks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;after all the agony i've been through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;friends were for lifetime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;after all the moments&amp;nbsp;we've gone through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the laughters we've shared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i've never envisaged&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this thought within my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that one day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this would happen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you snatched away my empathy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you took away my sympathy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you betrayed my trust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you killed our friendship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;just some random poem i made. i'm just feeling gloomy. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-413026864183698184?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/413026864183698184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-killed-our-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i don't know what to type. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;obviously i'm so blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so screwed up bcs of the exams. i don't feel that my brain is working well. it's working so slowly recently. like when ppl have said sth, my brain will process it but it takes more than 5 seconds before i finally respond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i guess i just need a decent rest and proper food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i hope i'm not going to have the next breakdown.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;my high school life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZwHHErRKVU/TqWQL-woqwI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Wq2uHT6b8b4/s1600/IMG_2626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZwHHErRKVU/TqWQL-woqwI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Wq2uHT6b8b4/s640/IMG_2626.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i miss those moments... it was like i got nothing to worry. i didn't have to be fearful of come what may. everyday was spent traveling from one city to another. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;*SOBS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-1927657520923143074?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1927657520923143074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/free-free-free-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1927657520923143074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1927657520923143074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/free-free-free-at-last.html' title='free. free. free at last.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZwHHErRKVU/TqWQL-woqwI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Wq2uHT6b8b4/s72-c/IMG_2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7946585298779499154</id><published>2011-10-22T22:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:26:00.541+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's finally the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;22nd of october!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;in everything say thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. sooo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. thank you guys for making up my day :) i appreciate all your birthday wishes and greetings so much. they really brighten up my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. thank you for all the presents : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;letizia, christina, fho, jay, wiewin, winnie, jennifer, alicia, hermanto, wina, irena, jovita, rosalind, hardian, josephine, jumay and ludwika :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. thank you for the birthday cake : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"the blitungers" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. thank you for throwing me a big blast :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt; fho, letizia, joselyn, alicia, jennifer and wiewin :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my friends had been acting weird for days. it was like, they told me something, but then when i asked sth related to it back, they told me: "oh, nothing. nothing. forget it! hehehee"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; this inevitably tickled my curiosity &lt;/span&gt;that one day, i took someone's blackberry and checked through the chats (i know this shouldn't have been done, but oh well), and saw the scheme that they were planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i knew that they were going to throw me a surprise. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;the matter was just i didn't know what, how, or when was it going to be. &lt;/span&gt;i tried to act dumb and pretend to know nothing. somehow i wished i never checked through that person's conv. cos it wouldn't be a "real" surprise anymore as i had known a quarter of it before it ever really happened. but then still, i felt curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then during my tuition, my teacher asked two of my friends to go photocopy some papers. then they drove &amp;nbsp;to the nearest store. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;at least they were supposed to if they hadn't gone to buy my birthday cake.&lt;/span&gt; it normally took only 5-10 minutes to go to that store, but then after one hour of waiting, still, they had not shown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;everyone thought that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;something amiss befell the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; i thought that they had an accident. or some lunatics kidnapped them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or anything bad. then somehow they showed up. we asked them what happened. but then once more, they acted peculiar. they seemed befuddled whether what answers should they reply with eventually, they told us that they were given the traffic tickets for running the red light. and well, &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;i believed in their words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;D-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; came. after having my tuition, i went back home. as it was weekend, and i literally, haven't done anything with my camera for days, i managed to get it and take some pictures. the shot was taken in front of the window facing my front yard. here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGR16CZHg18/TqLO2BxWIbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-g5hfDugGAY/s1600/IMG_0664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGR16CZHg18/TqLO2BxWIbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-g5hfDugGAY/s640/IMG_0664.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so anyway. as i was taking the shots, suddenly i caught a glimpse of a girl wearing uniform running around outside. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;curiosity kills the cat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i went outside. opened the front gate. and saw letizia and fho. the plan wasn't supposed to be like that. it was meant to be completely different. it turned out that my cousin was actually hiding near the laundry. and my sister hid too in the music room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the surprise was partly ruined. and there were still some of my friends who had not yet arrived. so they asked me to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;pretend like nothing happened and that i had not known their plan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so they told me to go back to my room and hid. and a while later, they arrived. then all of them went to my room and sang me a happy birthday song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then the most exciting part was when they covered my whole face with cream and chocolate. it felt yucky at first, l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;ike i was applying a HUGE amount of acne cream. &lt;/span&gt;after that, i was splashed with water, thrown with flour. the most torturing moment when the flour got into your eyes and nose and mouth. smarting eyes and they felt so dry. but then, i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; loveeeeedddd it anyway! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then we spent the rest of the day taking pictures and stuffing our tummies with food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thank you so much guys for the surprise :) though it was not really a surprise, but then you guys really made my day :) i guess it really is a seductive fifteen :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5nPHHqemCw/TqLdtO_mjjI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ncxEdi4f77E/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5nPHHqemCw/TqLdtO_mjjI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ncxEdi4f77E/s640/IMG_0687.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;thank you for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;teddy bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i looveeeee itttt :D it's so fluffy i'm gonna dieeeeee :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrn7ce01561r2uakeo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrn7ce01561r2uakeo1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then thank you too for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;body shop shower gel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;smells good! and of courseee, the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; "i'm not a paper cup" cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seriously i've been longing to have them since the first time i set my eyes on those cups at ace hardware. thank you so much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;NYAWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7946585298779499154?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7946585298779499154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7946585298779499154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7946585298779499154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you.html' title='thank you!'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGR16CZHg18/TqLO2BxWIbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/-g5hfDugGAY/s72-c/IMG_0664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-1595422635305512185</id><published>2011-10-11T23:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:52:41.328+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bring me back to the time when i could still have an early sleep. life has been tough lately. i sleep at 12 every night. and wake up at 6 during weekdays&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. imagine a fat panda with eye bags carrying her huge bag pack to school, half-alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now i know how to appreciate sleeping hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i miss these moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-499RYZ0Lvmk/TpRy68PlGkI/AAAAAAAAA5g/dvzl6KjV7e0/s1600/IMG_9186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-499RYZ0Lvmk/TpRy68PlGkI/AAAAAAAAA5g/dvzl6KjV7e0/s640/IMG_9186.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcKYl57km8U/TpRzFjFKDHI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jBQlaCOFBD0/s1600/IMG_9107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcKYl57km8U/TpRzFjFKDHI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jBQlaCOFBD0/s640/IMG_9107.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this picture was taken by my father. and the lightning and color was edited by me. i guess he should consider being a photographer. i love how the spiral blurs around the picture looks like. they're not edited fyi. hohoho. he told me that he kept shaking the camera while taking the shot. awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-1595422635305512185?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1595422635305512185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fat-panda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1595422635305512185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1595422635305512185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fat-panda.html' title='fat panda'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-499RYZ0Lvmk/TpRy68PlGkI/AAAAAAAAA5g/dvzl6KjV7e0/s72-c/IMG_9186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3478787906672313043</id><published>2011-10-09T23:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:42:31.642+07:00</updated><title type='text'>please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i really wanna have a dog for my birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;pleaseeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;pleaseee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;pleasee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm so desperate. can everyone just gather and sign like some kind of request letter or maybe you guys can persuade my mom??? cos she's so determined in her opinion that it is best for me not to have one and i feel like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the end all my coaxing efforts will be futile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feel like crying. why am i such a crybaby? joke. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just a dog and i'll be the happiest birthday girl on earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hard work slash slave work starts tomorrow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i should be really good in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;multitasking.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;like how to study economics during my toilet session. or how to memorize the law clauses during dinner time. or even better. solving math problems in my sleep... ok. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;had lunch with my relatives just now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;plus my cousin's boyfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ehm ehm. it's cute cos the last time i remembered she was still with braces and of course, single. time flies. and then they seem to be so compatible to each other. chemistry is in the air~ i can see it. with my x-ray eyes &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;#cieh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then we played chess. of course i was the audience like usual. cos i don't know how to play chess. and i don't even bother learning. after they were done, i started to arrange all the pieces into heart shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz_LsxlQk5A/TpHNQ51zQyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/3m8THjIkD_I/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz_LsxlQk5A/TpHNQ51zQyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/3m8THjIkD_I/s640/IMG_0465.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIxr6Y1nLkA/TpHNiU8qP8I/AAAAAAAAA5c/biD0elEZcOc/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIxr6Y1nLkA/TpHNiU8qP8I/AAAAAAAAA5c/biD0elEZcOc/s640/IMG_0467.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quite nice. though i think it's a little bit too wide. and fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;being complete lazybones. my cousins and i started to make a maze for our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"cockroach" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to go through. it isn't a real cockroach. just a tiny toy which can vibrate and cause movement. i did capture the video. you can click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLJVpk3n_yo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i kinda dislike living in a house near the airport. cos the airplanes' sounds are so freaking loud and every time they are about to land, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;i almost think that they're gonna do it on my roof. &lt;/span&gt;i wish the airport is gonna be moved to kuala namu soon. cos i know it's being developed right now. but once they move, it means i gotta go to the airport 3 or how many hours before the plane's departure cos it's quite far away while it only takes 5 minutes to arrive at the current airport from my house.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt; just a matter of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3478787906672313043?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3478787906672313043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3478787906672313043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3478787906672313043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/please.html' title='please.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz_LsxlQk5A/TpHNQ51zQyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/3m8THjIkD_I/s72-c/IMG_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5432575529856908609</id><published>2011-10-07T22:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:13:20.121+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear steve jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;several days left and it is officially one month since that room was last occupied by her. and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; i've been missing my mom and my sister so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maaaan. is there any application on blogger to forbid some certain people not to see our blog posts? i don't want both of them to read this. this is so embarrassing. but &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsEHuBAvmqg/To8WK77bP8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/bbfAnu3nR1s/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsEHuBAvmqg/To8WK77bP8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/bbfAnu3nR1s/s640/IMG_0432.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;dear steve jobs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you may not know who i am. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;but i know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;you may not read this blog post, unless you bring your ipad along. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;but i am writing this for you. &lt;/span&gt;and even if you read this,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; i believe that you are up there with all the sweet angels beside you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so yesterday morning i checked my recent updates and found out one of my friends actually mentioned your death. i didn't believe it. i thought it was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hoax. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;i wished that it really was one.&lt;/span&gt; i asked mr. google. and he told me that it's true that you are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;your death is, truly speaking, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;heartbreaking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you're such an inspiration for me. ever since my mentors showed me the video of you delivering a commencement speech. you awed me with the stories of your life. the struggles and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thank you for all the great inventions you've created. thank you for all the good things and changes you have made to mankind. :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;without you, an apple will just be an apple. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;may you rest in peace :) anyway my mom bought a new ipad 2 for me, urmmm&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; just to tell you!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a big fan of you and apple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUDyE62KYZM/To8WeJmFDkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/2xbH2y25fbk/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUDyE62KYZM/To8WeJmFDkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/2xbH2y25fbk/s640/IMG_0442.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-5432575529856908609?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5432575529856908609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-steve-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5432575529856908609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5432575529856908609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-steve-jobs.html' title='dear steve jobs'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsEHuBAvmqg/To8WK77bP8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/bbfAnu3nR1s/s72-c/IMG_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-1533778525472050796</id><published>2011-10-04T23:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:58:39.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'>man's best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XArleCFdb4/Tos6IkXmsXI/AAAAAAAAA48/OGJCkNQcMDM/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XArleCFdb4/Tos6IkXmsXI/AAAAAAAAA48/OGJCkNQcMDM/s640/IMG_0424.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hate the feeling of going home everyday after a long day, with my whole body aching, eyes which can barely open, oily hair and worn-out brains. it's not that i hate my life. it's just that i loathe all the activities surrounding it,&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; tuitions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;i've always imagined having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dog,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; any breed,&amp;nbsp;running over and welcoming me in front of the gate with its melodious barks after a tiring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;then we're going to sit on the floor of my porch, spending some quality time with the wind breezing through the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sundays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;, we'll wake up early in the morning and go walk round the town, say hi to neighbors. then go home and i'll bathe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;in the afternoon we're gonna go to a nearby park and play frisbee. i'll lay my head on its body and read novels with a cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;i'll show off to my friends how awesome my dog is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; man's best friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the problem is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my mom, not allowing me to have one. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she says that it will bring troubles. like i should bathe it, feed it, and go to the vet. everything that a dog owner should do. but then i am ready. i am ready to commit. i am ready to do all these jobs once i have a dog. the only matter is just that she does not trust me. parents want their kids to have love and care to others. but then they often refuse to let their children have pets while owning them is one of the ways to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; nurture the love, care and affection towards other living creatures inside their hearts. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the second stuff i will never understand after teachers' brains: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;parents' thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;things i wish for from this blog post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. mom will read this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. in case the first option doesn't happen, i hope&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; someone tells my mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. there will be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;woofing sound on 22nd oct&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in my house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-1533778525472050796?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1533778525472050796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/mans-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1533778525472050796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1533778525472050796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/mans-best-friend.html' title='man&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XArleCFdb4/Tos6IkXmsXI/AAAAAAAAA48/OGJCkNQcMDM/s72-c/IMG_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5326783985000984452</id><published>2011-09-30T22:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:55:40.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>i didn't win it. :) i'm not disappointed. and i never will be. there is always first time for everything right? and thanks to my friends and family who kept supporting me. when i felt like giving up, you guys were the ones who continuously motivated me, telling me that yes i could do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;frankly speaking, i've been having tummy ache and feeling like puking since yesterday. i was a nervous wreck. it's like i was having mental breakdown even before the competition started. but then my blackberry kept flashing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; red light. &lt;/span&gt;encouragement words flowed into my cellphone like waterfall. i was moved. and dazzled as well as inspired even more, when one of my friends mentioned me this tweet:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;for God doesn't give the spirit of fear but peace and of power.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thank you so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i guess i can never stop thanking all of you for that. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's october tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;it IS gonna be almost perfect, IF i'm not having monthly test later. it sucks to the core cos i always have my birthday in the middle of exams every year. it's quite unfair. the school should hold exams in other months instead of october :( but then alrighty! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;octobers are always awesome! :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5337109993408238161-5326783985000984452?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5326783985000984452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5326783985000984452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5326783985000984452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/october.html' title='OCTOBER'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8643524941601752007</id><published>2011-09-27T00:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:14:26.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>meatballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello. i'm in the middle of the night. without any lights turned off. cos everyone in the house is now snoring like a complete pig. i'm not supposed to be blogging right now, considering that i still have school trw. but then, i'm feeling quite desperate. i've been having tuitions since 1 till 9 tonight. i abhor mondays. like i've always done, since primary school whenever i had the flag ceremony in the morning.and then homework piles up at home. i feel like losing my appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the teacher asked us to copy down the questions from the website and answer them. but then, what's the point when the answers are obviously written down in the previous year's examination paper's keys? maaaan.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i never know how a teacher's brain works.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway i watched final destination 5 last sunday. have you ever wanted to have a laser surgery? well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i've always wished to do that so that i can get my ugly specs down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but theeeen after watching FD5, i guess i will never ever &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; wish to do that anymore. the way the lady's eye just popped out and got crushed by the truck, dudeee &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i guess i will not have the courage to eat meatballs anymore. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;not until october.&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/5337109993408238161-8643524941601752007?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8643524941601752007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/meatballs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8643524941601752007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8643524941601752007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/meatballs.html' title='meatballs'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-179375355969736230</id><published>2011-09-22T23:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:38:29.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow has another tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK-a-l9AAEs/TnticyMRJiI/AAAAAAAAA40/29PP5zHncf8/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK-a-l9AAEs/TnticyMRJiI/AAAAAAAAA40/29PP5zHncf8/s640/IMG_0395.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;skype-ing is like savoring bread after my sister's departure which literally means i almost do it everyday. it's now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;the 2nd week after her leaving. &lt;/span&gt;i remember how everyone cried in the airport last time. it was embarrassing seriously. i felt kind of awkward at first. i kinda. um. miss her. it's like i can still hear my mom's voice telling her to shower quickly, go to bed earlier or eat dinner. but i'm getting used to it now. in fact, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the best part about it is that i can sleep on her bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maaaan. her bed is like idk. i find it so hard to get up in the morning just becos it's too comfy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so fluffy. the cold-warm feeling under the blanket simply lures me to linger on the bed longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just submitted my essay an hour ago. the deadline is tomorrow. i'm such a good procrastinator. i got such a long time to finish it. but like usual. whenever i managed to start writing it, there's like some kind of inner voice telling me to do it tomorrow. but uh well.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; tomorrow has another tomorrow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hope i can win the program for december. :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; bless me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-179375355969736230?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/179375355969736230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomorrow-has-another-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/179375355969736230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/179375355969736230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomorrow-has-another-tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow has another tomorrow.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK-a-l9AAEs/TnticyMRJiI/AAAAAAAAA40/29PP5zHncf8/s72-c/IMG_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3142906467066950677</id><published>2011-09-22T00:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:33:23.369+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Et4yE_LIKw/TnoNv-jvOKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LW3JVu-NfXg/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Et4yE_LIKw/TnoNv-jvOKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LW3JVu-NfXg/s640/IMG_0368.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;have you ever recalled, long time ago when you were just a little baby? like the moments your mommy cuddled you and read you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;bedtime stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every night before you went to bed. one of those bedtime stories i still remember clearly is about a prince who wants to find a perfect spouse for himself and he puts a pea under the bed of a princess to see whether she is the one or not :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Et4yE_LIKw/TnoNv-jvOKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LW3JVu-NfXg/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCpM5if6CVA/TnoM0Th2zUI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-jyAHsx5xgc/s1600/IMG_0388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCpM5if6CVA/TnoM0Th2zUI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-jyAHsx5xgc/s640/IMG_0388.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;as you grow older, books that you read start to change and vary. like reading those books with the basic principles of life, such as courtesy, honesty, etc which we often leave aside&amp;nbsp;as time passes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPR_hYd8XDk/TnoMhmDdaiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jaCAWGmjfNQ/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPR_hYd8XDk/TnoMhmDdaiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jaCAWGmjfNQ/s640/IMG_0379.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPR_hYd8XDk/TnoMhmDdaiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jaCAWGmjfNQ/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"little puppy saves the day"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"brave little fox"&lt;/span&gt;! don't you love them? in case you haven't read them, you should! it doesn't even matter if you're older now. cos i still love them anyway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPR_hYd8XDk/TnoMhmDdaiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jaCAWGmjfNQ/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXRKvNdq5o/TnoMbqPM8lI/AAAAAAAAA4M/4yymUjD77x0/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXRKvNdq5o/TnoMbqPM8lI/AAAAAAAAA4M/4yymUjD77x0/s640/IMG_0374.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPR_hYd8XDk/TnoMhmDdaiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jaCAWGmjfNQ/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt_1eSHrR8E/TnoOT4gFNyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/m13LJ1RLtO4/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt_1eSHrR8E/TnoOT4gFNyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/m13LJ1RLtO4/s640/IMG_0373.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;PETERPAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pop-up story book! i wish i never grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Feyx1l50aD4/TnoMl5fziWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/dnJYvAcJIOA/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Feyx1l50aD4/TnoMl5fziWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/dnJYvAcJIOA/s640/IMG_0383.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKKJKtbmaa8/TnoMs1k0ciI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/OJcZMQ1B3dU/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKKJKtbmaa8/TnoMs1k0ciI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/OJcZMQ1B3dU/s640/IMG_0384.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;then, now everything changes. you don't read those fairytale dream-like story books anymore. instead, you start to read stuffs like romance novels like what i do. starting at this point, i wish i could turn back the moment when there was someone reading bedtime stories for me every night. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;i want a time machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iYAUJiUYtM/TnoM-XIdMvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uemFXUXeZxQ/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iYAUJiUYtM/TnoM-XIdMvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uemFXUXeZxQ/s640/IMG_0390.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HbCoxWwTjvo/TnoNZsD6gjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/tu0x0878nFg/s1600/IMG_0392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HbCoxWwTjvo/TnoNZsD6gjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/tu0x0878nFg/s640/IMG_0392.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i finally got the vanity smurf toy from mcdonald's happy meal! maaaan so excited! i've been longing for it sinceeeee idk when. and i'm going to buy more trw! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3142906467066950677?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3142906467066950677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/have-you-ever-recalled-long-time-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3142906467066950677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3142906467066950677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/have-you-ever-recalled-long-time-ago.html' title='bedtime stories'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Et4yE_LIKw/TnoNv-jvOKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LW3JVu-NfXg/s72-c/IMG_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7152051595100458739</id><published>2011-09-17T17:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:18:50.351+07:00</updated><title type='text'>diana f+ glow in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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well. i do, recently. ever since my class was separated, and 20 outsiders entered my class. it feels like my class has been up-leveled. upgraded to a brand new stage where the competition is just getting way tighter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i feel jealous whenever they solve equations like some kind of math wizards or when some of them know stuffs that i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this feels like a positive jealousy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;having felt sth like this, i know this is bcs of the inner urge to strive harder and the initiative to surpass them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well, just take it easy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's now the second week of my new class. well, it felt kind of awkward at first. seeing new faces and environment. my previous class was riotous, full of chaos whenever the teachers were out of it which i mean in a positive way, i loved how it was back then. now it feels so deserted. i guess i just gotta cope with that. but i should admit the fact that most of them are fun to hang around with :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;frankly speaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;some of them are... well. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unique.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i prefer to use the word "unique" instead of any other just to lessen the offense in case it happens. well, like they say. most smart people have attitudes out of the ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;first.&lt;/span&gt; it was the day when my form teacher distributed our report cards for the previous monthly examination. driven by curiosity, i casually peeped from the back of my new acquaintance&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; (new member of my class. it just feels kind of weird to refer her as a friend as we never even talk nor say hi to each other)&lt;/span&gt; to catch a sight of her scores. i didn't have any other intention. then realizing that some kind of freaky monster was behind her, she turned her head around. she looked at me horrifiedly. with her eyes wide-opened. and she clutched her report card tightly on her chest. i was startled. like. whoot. your report card ain't gonna burn down if i see it. maaan you should be there, i just can't describe how funny it was.&amp;nbsp;that was the coolest expression ever.&amp;nbsp;after the japanese uncle whom i called "suk-suk" (previous post). i didn't know what to do, so i just put a fake smile like uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then second. okay. man. this is a long one. next time okay. the point is:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; i guess i'll have loads of fun with those new friends despite our differences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yay. yes. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-2366237587167434771?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2366237587167434771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/unique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2366237587167434771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2366237587167434771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/unique.html' title='unique'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6007129751625525195</id><published>2011-09-10T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:42:37.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eavesdrop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one of my friends eavesdropped someone talking behind my back. or in front of me, precisely. i just didn't see him talking. so he was actually scorning like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"she (read: me) doesn't know how to speak english. she speaks the word "S" badly, rolling her tongue up and down purposely just to make her sound like some kind of native speaker". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;having heard sth like that, who won't be sad? especially when you are not like what someone says you are.&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-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;. if i don't know how to speak english properly like how he probably does, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whether i bribed the judging panels during my previous english oral competitions.&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-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;second. &lt;/span&gt;even if he dislikes my english, he shouldn't have said sth like that. i appreciate ppl's honesty. but they shouldn't be that frank. cos ppl should somehow consider others' feelings. criticizing is good. but what he did was mocking. mocking at me. so what can i do? plotting a revenge doesn't exactly make sense. i'm properly mannered.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;unlike someone indecent i know, who speaks crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;third.&lt;/span&gt; i have problem with my mandible. that's why it looks like protruding. and my tongue is longer than those of normal ppl's. so that's why.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i DO NOT do it on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeKGKMgcgo8/TmtMfjWWFoI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-h50xTF3Un8/s1600/IMG_0233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeKGKMgcgo8/TmtMfjWWFoI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-h50xTF3Un8/s640/IMG_0233.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv8jeOR0WEI/TmtMinMoU0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/dxmOn4VbOEk/s1600/IMG_0332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv8jeOR0WEI/TmtMinMoU0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/dxmOn4VbOEk/s640/IMG_0332.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not furious. why should i be, anyway?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; in everything say thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes, i will improve my english. so thank you for whatever shit you've said about me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; it just makes me stronger :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-6007129751625525195?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6007129751625525195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/eavesdrop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6007129751625525195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6007129751625525195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/eavesdrop.html' title='eavesdrop'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeKGKMgcgo8/TmtMfjWWFoI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-h50xTF3Un8/s72-c/IMG_0233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3834227385985348939</id><published>2011-09-06T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:55:04.271+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tabul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so. i should stop beginning every single post with the word "so" cos i notice that most of my posts are like that. i know the moment after you read my previous sentence you are going to scroll down to check whether it's true or not, aren't you? :p just joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i received my tabulation this morning. is that how we translate it? it's actually a sheet of paper with our monthly test scores printed on. well, i was neither happy nor sad receiving it. it didn't turn out that good. it's just so-so. perhaps it's bcs i didn't set target high enough as my aim last time was only to stay in the plus class which i eventually did. being lucky enough, the average score is still &amp;gt;90. and i didn't get any burning scores on it. i was so afraid that i was gonna get red marks for math and geography. good grief they turned out better then what i predicted before. can't stop thanking God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know i pretty screwed up my exam. not bcs i'm stupid. it's just bcs i didn't put enough effort. i promised i was going to be more serious last time, didn't i? well, i did try harder. but it just ain't enough. everyday during exam, i planned to get up earlier to study like 4 or 5 sth, but never succeeded. in the end,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i still laid on my bed like a pig until 6. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well, i love pigs. i never doubt it. every since i was in kindergarten. but i know, i shouldn't act like oneeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i promise to myself, to my blog, to my friends, to my laptop,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; to every single pig out there,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that i'm going to strive harder than ever. i'll prove to everyone out there who keeps on mocking me that i will still be good! :D man it has been so long since the last time i was this optimistic! good sign! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3834227385985348939?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3834227385985348939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/tabul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3834227385985348939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3834227385985348939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/tabul.html' title='tabul'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7989364500726717323</id><published>2011-09-05T20:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:46:05.017+07:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this morning was literally the scariest moment of my life. i was sick. complete package. i was going to enter the lab. but the teacher refused to open the door for so long. imagine, my head felt like popping, and my tummy was, uncompromisable. it was freaking hot out there. i suddenly felt everything turned so bright, i couldn't hear anything. this is what they refer as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"kunang-kunang" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whatever you call it. i lost my sight, everything was white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was under conscious. i didn't know what they were talking. but i could feel my friends carrying me into the lab. after sitting down for like 10 minutes, i regained my consciousness. then i looked around. i thought God had taken away my life. cos when i called my friends who sat beside and behind me, they didn't respond to me! i didn't know if that was because i was talking so softly or they were deaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was soooo sure that i was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;DEAD. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i remembered people said that when you turn into a ghost, you can't touch anything. i freaked out. i held my pencil, which surprisingly, fit in my hand. the next thing i did to make sure that i was not &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;DEAD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was to shake agnes' body. she responded which i could finally conclude: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I WAS FREAKING ALIVEEEEEEE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that was so freaky. i didn't want that to happen anymore. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you'll never know how it feels like to be in a condition where you can think of every single bad stuff that may probably happen to you, including the hunch of being dead, unless you have ever experienced it before.&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/5337109993408238161-7989364500726717323?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7989364500726717323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/freaky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7989364500726717323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7989364500726717323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/freaky.html' title='freaky.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-885244073358400327</id><published>2011-09-02T23:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:42:39.031+07:00</updated><title type='text'>second outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so we had our second outreach this afternoon. it was a fine day, cloudy and cool. the mentors had meeting early in the morning in our official headquarter at jalan serdang &lt;strike style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;(why do i make it sound so official geez)&lt;/strike&gt; then we went to jalan bintang to have our lunch. so surprised that our mentees were so punctual. they were supposed to gather at 12, but some of them arrived half an hour before. good job guys! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7C33lozrbSQ/TmEDuSOcEeI/AAAAAAAAA3I/WVIwwKQXiJU/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJQTMjddD2A/TmEDv46HXvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/II4RIWR_RsA/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJQTMjddD2A/TmEDv46HXvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/II4RIWR_RsA/s640/IMG_0082.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we went to the same orphanage again at pelita kasih. our aim this time was to teach them how to prevent dengue fever which we had done in the first outreach. in the second outreach,we did stuffs like singing, dancing, playing games, and of course for the boys, soccer! in the end of the day they sang 2 songs for us. i didn't know why, but everytime i listened to them singing, i was moved. like their faces, expression and everything just touched the bottom of my heart. some of them cried when they were singing. i couldn't stand seeing ppl crying. overall, it was an inspiring outreach :) will post more pics soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-885244073358400327?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/885244073358400327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/second-outreach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/885244073358400327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/885244073358400327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/second-outreach.html' title='second outreach'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJQTMjddD2A/TmEDv46HXvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/II4RIWR_RsA/s72-c/IMG_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2830140204997685681</id><published>2011-09-01T22:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:32:48.730+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i wonder why should people change as time passes by. i mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; why should the soul and spirit inside someone grow old,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; precisely. cos once they do, those guys aren't fun to hang around with anymore. just like what happen to some people i know. they get older, and conversations change. they used to talk about games and play hide and seek. now everything is different. stuffs they talk revolve around work, health and study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i wish people never grow up. sometimes. just sometimes. cos they somehow get so serious. in fact,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; they take life too seriously that sometimes, they forget to sit back and enjoy stuffs around them.&lt;/span&gt; i wish i can stay young forever so that i don't need to worry what tomorrow may bring.&amp;nbsp;but then, growing old is inevitable. even how many times i tell myself how much i don't wanna be like them, i guess i just can't. you know, outer force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i don't know what i'm talking about. i guess i wasn't even thinking when i typed those words above :( i'm just so desperateeeeee. anyway, i'm gonna have my first (not really the first, but well, first as a mentor) outreach trw! :D &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;*kyaaaaaa* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tGUTM1I17I/Tl-pkZEvdrI/AAAAAAAAA14/edXe8oqSdZM/s1600/IMG_9867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tGUTM1I17I/Tl-pkZEvdrI/AAAAAAAAA14/edXe8oqSdZM/s640/IMG_9867.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;P.S.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/growing_up_is_never_easy-you_hold_on_to_things/9451.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; - The Wonder Years&lt;/i&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/5337109993408238161-2830140204997685681?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2830140204997685681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2830140204997685681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2830140204997685681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/wonder.html' title='wonder'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tGUTM1I17I/Tl-pkZEvdrI/AAAAAAAAA14/edXe8oqSdZM/s72-c/IMG_9867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7757846184623837334</id><published>2011-08-29T00:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:43:38.609+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANBOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was having massive stomachache the whole day. i couldn't go anywhere. so i stayed home. then someone asked me if i wanted to buy sth through him as he was abroad. then the whole danbo stuffs came across my mind. i've been so in love with this cute lil' robot. idk where do they sell it in town, or more precisely, i don't bother asking. so i decided to search for its template on the internet. i found it then i cut and assembled it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then of course as usual, misfortune happened. i put my half-made danbo on my table. i took my blackberry, idk what happened to it. perhaps my hands were too soft, as smooth as silk (huekk), and my cellphone slipped off my hand and&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt; crushed my danbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and it turned to be a piece of wrinkled ugly non-decent looking paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i almost gave up. my brain was like: "you will never suceed! you're just wasting your time!" but my heart said: "failure is normal. just give it one more try!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as usual. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;heart wins over brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so i decided to make another one. this time i tried to be as careful as possible. i didn't touch anything except my scissors and glue. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;and finally after 4 hours of struggle, of eye-popping tough time, and of want-to-stop-but-can't-stop moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*jrenngggggg*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645971467244951154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdby8cr-Hr4/TlqFIsUgVnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/iVnJzURnTX8/s640/IMG_9728.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645971463556957266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPKJHG4eSf8/TlqFIelOBFI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UAxFEeB9JW8/s640/IMG_9724.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy to the extendddddd! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7757846184623837334?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7757846184623837334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/danboooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7757846184623837334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7757846184623837334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/danboooo.html' title='DANBOOOO'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdby8cr-Hr4/TlqFIsUgVnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/iVnJzURnTX8/s72-c/IMG_9728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-47907806544558471</id><published>2011-08-27T20:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:47:46.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>first time for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so today was actually the very first day of saturday session's workshop. i believe that the first workshop wasn't that awesome, and perhaps might be a little bit tedious. the only best part about today's session was during the human knots. this afternoon was actually our (mentors) very first time of being mentors. ok this is kind of befuddling. what i mean is that, we never exactly do sth in front of them. they're our very first mentees. and this afternoon was our very first time facing them. i hope they won't mind :S there's always first time for everything. i know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645530778136816338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4U75pFYYCE/Tlj0VNdhKtI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6oBjefGRSFs/s640/IMG_9644.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645530767493665346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMXHlpqiM1U/Tlj0Ulz_kkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/J3n7s8leMvg/s640/IMG_9664.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645530115450201954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnBxpNfk_kU/Tljzuowt52I/AAAAAAAAA08/Ci3Fu1YWeZg/s640/IMG_9654.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645530110894215410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1ebMPM77uU/TljzuXyfEPI/AAAAAAAAA00/WwTmAdJ-e3k/s640/IMG_9668.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645529561064736002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Js9wYQPZRI/TljzOXg7BQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZXtwKDMAr18/s640/IMG_9689.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&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/5337109993408238161-47907806544558471?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/47907806544558471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/47907806544558471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/47907806544558471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-time-for-everything.html' title='first time for everything.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4U75pFYYCE/Tlj0VNdhKtI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6oBjefGRSFs/s72-c/IMG_9644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2309737659624212976</id><published>2011-08-26T20:44:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:53:03.584+07:00</updated><title type='text'>how can we not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-ZjogEvcrY/Tle7FZehYsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SMJ7SOKjXsQ/s1600/288809_2150909784247_1591458421_32171695_3884549_o-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="412" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645186359344849602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-ZjogEvcrY/Tle7FZehYsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SMJ7SOKjXsQ/s640/288809_2150909784247_1591458421_32171695_3884549_o-1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;people say that we must not dwell in the past, but how can we not when those memories are still lingering in our minds?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i wonder why on earth am i dealing with so many farewells recently. first it's my sister, and then my friends. everyone in my class are seperated. only 30 sth remain in X-1, including me.&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-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;i am fully aware that there will always be goodbye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;anyone, anywhere, anytime,&lt;/i&gt; even when those particular people mean so much to you. i wonder why can't God just let those people be by my side, literally, forever and get those bitches i hate away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but then the world is unfair. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;those people you just wanna get rid of never leave you. but you gotta bid farewell to those you care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my friends are so important to me, but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc33;"&gt; i often find myself doubting whether i equally mean that much to them.&lt;/span&gt; like if my existence is significant to them. like are they feeling the same way like how i do now. i feel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; loss.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's like there are some missing puzzles, forever unreplaceable.&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-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;i know we have to move on. even when it's tough. i know we should be ready for farewell. even when we are not. i know we should be strong. even when we can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645184663832441970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73XPKzDjrBI/Tle5itM3NHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/_8Id2Pgy78s/s640/IMG_9580.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and tomorrow is the first day of being mentor. so excited yet nervous. i wonder if i'll be able to lead them. i wonder if things are going to work like how they are planned. freaking nervous. but it's okay. i know i can do it :D it's not gonna be hard anywayyy. just need to talk and guide them. easy. or is it not. ah i don't know. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feeling so mixed up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and someone out there pissed me off to the core. i hate people who can't commit. first she told us that she was capable of accepting her position. and now, when "this thing" is going to start soon, she told us that she could not be a "something". what i mean is that, getting into "that" won't make you busy till like how. if she didn't feel like she was capable of accepting this job for whatever reason she might have ahead, then she should have told us from the very beginning. please don't mind the "this thing", "something", and "that" words. they are supposed to be replaced with some other words, but i won't do so. i just don't wanna make it apparent of who i am actually talking about. the point is that, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;even when you're committing to sth small, still, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;commitment is important.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-2309737659624212976?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2309737659624212976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-can-we-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2309737659624212976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2309737659624212976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-can-we-not.html' title='how can we not?'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-ZjogEvcrY/Tle7FZehYsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SMJ7SOKjXsQ/s72-c/288809_2150909784247_1591458421_32171695_3884549_o-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3244308232924356416</id><published>2011-08-24T00:00:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:55:16.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>90th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my grandma celebrated her 90th birthday last sunday. it was a fun night when most of her families, relatives and granchildren could gather in a spot. i can't stop thanking God for giving her a long life. my grandma being 90 years old is indeed such a blessing to all of us, where we can spend more time being around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644102308847231234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--whO9Y5rBoI/TlPhJWrNIQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/HoXoOopPmlo/s640/IMG_9737.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i did perform 3 songs during the party. the first one was the birthday song by corrinne may along with my cousins. the song is very inspiring. i guess you should try searching it! my favorite lines:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"happy birthday, my friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the fun we've had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're such a blessing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;such a joy in my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;may the good Lord bless you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and may all your dreams come true"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and honestly. i miss that night so much. the most touching moment of the whole ceremony was when my grandma who was totally sleepy that night (or if i may say, almost everyday) could sing along with us. it was so amazing recalling the fact that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; she could still remember every single line of the song vividly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;those songs that we sang to my grandma were her favorite old songs. the oldies determined that crooning those songs might grab her attention, which was true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;deep inside my heart, i wish i could turn back the time. back to the time when my grandpa was still alive. i wish he could be there last night, celebrating the moment with us. i wish to listen to his voice singing on stage. i wish he could be there sitting beside my grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so excited that i could find another 3 sisters in the other part of the world! they're my daddy's friend's daughters who live in taiwan. so pretty, aren't they? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644102313852384498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGvloMLgYYU/TlPhJpUhtPI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JFU7rSaBn1c/s640/IMG_9806.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yay i'm so happy that exams are finally over! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like seriously over babyyyy! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and long holiday is approaching in 5 days! goodnite! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5337109993408238161-3244308232924356416?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3244308232924356416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/90th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3244308232924356416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3244308232924356416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/90th.html' title='90th.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--whO9Y5rBoI/TlPhJWrNIQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/HoXoOopPmlo/s72-c/IMG_9737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4096430490885200989</id><published>2011-08-21T14:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:57:45.632+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_u6zpLlOaw/TlC6VMmV2GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SV_P2UxZeqs/s1600/IMG_9552.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGER346UWeM/TlC5tOWQTgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7WLYF5QNswU/s400/IMG_9531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643214519691922946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so tempting. i thought they were mine. but turned out they were my aunt's instead :'( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4096430490885200989?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4096430490885200989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4096430490885200989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4096430490885200989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/cookies.html' title='cookies!'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_u6zpLlOaw/TlC6VMmV2GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SV_P2UxZeqs/s72-c/IMG_9552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7634607619127274969</id><published>2011-08-21T00:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:06:03.337+07:00</updated><title type='text'>frog-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've been having such a tough day. everything has been so tiring ever since the afternoon. i feel like ending today asap.&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;another embarrassing moment happened again this evening. i accidentally called my daddy's friend who came from japanese &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"suksuk"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in hokkian it refers to uncle in which i bet he didn't understand). and he stared at me dumbly like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;there i was having beard getting longer down my chin, or my face suddenly turned to be frog-like, or like maybe a monster was behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imagine his face: popeyed and mouth big enough to fit a fly. then i was like, why the hell was he looking at me like that, then i called him one more time with suksuk. and his face turned &lt;i&gt;more idiot than ever.&lt;/i&gt; then i realized. oops. he's a japanese. i was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; cudgeling my brain,&lt;/span&gt; trying to come up with japanese words i know reffering to uncle, and the closest one i knew was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; okassan &lt;/span&gt;which obviously, is not an uncle. forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my final piano competition was such a mess. i thought my performance in semifinal was much better. i made lots of mistakes as i was freaking nervous. the hall's temperature was like north pole. my hands were sweating. so i'll just cross my finger, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hoping to get into top 6 somehow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and my grandma is having her birthday party trw with up to 200 sth guests in aston hotel. and i'm going to perform "birthday song" along with my other cousins as well as a trio with my siblings. just pray that i ain't gonna screw 'em up. i wonder if i'll have enough time to revise my maths. i am pretty lame in it but i just wish that a lightbulb will appear inside my brain :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i wish to meet alodie soon, like very soon. i took this pic from her blog (or her mom's blog exactly) &lt;a href="http://www.alodiewong.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and edited it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RmVhG4mpAo/Tk_2Xsme7wI/AAAAAAAAAzU/H6sYmdZe84w/s400/IMG_0007-e1310926762993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642999745088515842" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute right? of course cute, like her auntie (read: me)&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/5337109993408238161-7634607619127274969?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7634607619127274969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/frog-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7634607619127274969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7634607619127274969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/frog-like.html' title='frog-like'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RmVhG4mpAo/Tk_2Xsme7wI/AAAAAAAAAzU/H6sYmdZe84w/s72-c/IMG_0007-e1310926762993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2041069850444634325</id><published>2011-08-15T18:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:19:47.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>poof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1neOoPHELM/Tkj_Pu5O9XI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AxPCIHmQ72s/s1600/IMG_9516.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1neOoPHELM/Tkj_Pu5O9XI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AxPCIHmQ72s/s400/IMG_9516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641039179032753522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yay! momma is back and she bought me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;nicholas sparks' &lt;/span&gt;novels! as well as archie's comics! such a yummy temptation during my exam. :9 but no, i will stand firm in my resolution to score well and not to touch anything unrelated to my purpose until tomorrow cos i still have my sociology and economics exam waiting ahead :D wednesday is independence holiday which means i am freaking free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and my physucks exam didn't really go well. i could do all the nerves racking problems, but i did mistake or with "s" in the easy one or with "s" :S such indignation towards myself. but no i shouldn't let the test this morning bring my whole spirit down. still have more to go! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-2041069850444634325?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2041069850444634325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/poof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2041069850444634325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2041069850444634325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/poof.html' title='poof!'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1neOoPHELM/Tkj_Pu5O9XI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AxPCIHmQ72s/s72-c/IMG_9516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6128261380491535480</id><published>2011-08-13T23:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T23:38:13.992+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q906BXq-9Rs/Tkals3vCLUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/W3rcuY1bfC8/s1600/IMG_9512.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q906BXq-9Rs/Tkals3vCLUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/W3rcuY1bfC8/s400/IMG_9512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640377773622177090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this mini husky is one of the most adorable puppies i've ever met. though it's a doll. but then, it's like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love at first sight. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the first time i set my eyes on it, i knew this puppy was made for me. i wish to have something like this, as a living creature. a husky in my front yard during my birthday exactly, or perhaps samoyed may do. i wish my mommy would allow me to have one, in which she wouldn't, even in a zillion years. i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;august may be one of the most significant months of the year. full of changes. full of hopes. full of pressure. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hate wishlist, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cos it somehow makes ppl look very materialistic. like i wish to own a galaxy tab, and so on. anyway, why am i telling you this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so the point is. maybe i won't be updating my blog until the next 2 weeks as i will be having my first monthly test. oh i've told you twice. i have a  physics tuition to attend again tomorrow. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;sobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. i hate tuition, especially during weekends. well, i guess it will be paid off if i get high scores during the exam. and i still need to practice piano for the competition. i know i can do it :D cya! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-6128261380491535480?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6128261380491535480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6128261380491535480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6128261380491535480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/wish.html' title='wish.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q906BXq-9Rs/Tkals3vCLUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/W3rcuY1bfC8/s72-c/IMG_9512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3695632312723354209</id><published>2011-08-11T21:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:29:07.557+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the future may hold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trhPKwS89Is/TkPm3B-kOwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qmbvN9XlOuQ/s1600/IMG_9176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trhPKwS89Is/TkPm3B-kOwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qmbvN9XlOuQ/s400/IMG_9176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639604991496043266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know God won't give me anything that i can't handle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the same thing applies here. i am gonna have my very first monthly test next monday. this is literally, one of the most essential exams in my entire life, ever, which is gonna determine whether i'm gonna stay in a plus class, or being dumped to the regular one. of course i hope for the best for myself to be able to get into my current class which is a plus class. but,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; who knows what the future may hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;next week is gonna be tough. not only bcs of my examination, another problem is bcs i'm gonna have my final piano competition next friday. and i still have exams to attend the next day, which are civics and english. i guess i should really master the stuffs by this week. i don't really know which one to focus first, either my exam on saturday, or my competition. i know i should be able to manage my time, dividing it equally so that i can maintain good results for both instead of screwing them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know i can do it. i know God is above, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;guiding me in everything that i do :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;P.S. the picture above was taken by my mom during our visit to LA. i just edited it.&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/5337109993408238161-3695632312723354209?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3695632312723354209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-future-may-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3695632312723354209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3695632312723354209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-future-may-hold.html' title='what the future may hold?'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trhPKwS89Is/TkPm3B-kOwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qmbvN9XlOuQ/s72-c/IMG_9176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-1578403383986828460</id><published>2011-08-10T23:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:34:37.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'>parting.</title><content type='html'>it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;10th august. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this afternoon my sister tweeted : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;one month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; first, i thought what on earth that one month was. is she having some sort of relationship with a guy and it's their first monthversary (like even that word exists) which i doubted. then i took a deep thought. and oh well, yes. one month until the 10th of september (she told me last night), when she will leave for washington. washington sounds cool. like yes, it is awesome. but i don't feel like the fact that she's leaving medan soon is good. i don't know how do i exactly feel. numb. perhaps&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; this is just another phase of life. &lt;/span&gt;she's been such a great helper for my HW. now, i wonder who am i gonna ask stuffs i don't understand to. perhaps asking her via skype will be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then ricky is also leaving for HK in a week. 17th august. exactly during indonesia's independence day. the guy who's like the kidstation members' big brother is leaving soon. this is so sad. he's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the one who never says no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when we ask him to have some coffee together, until now. perhaps last 2 weeks was our last moment in starbucks together before he's going to HKUST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i hope they do not read my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;why i feel like everything good in life, some of God's most precious gifts for me, are leaving so fast. parting doesn't feel good. i'm feeling so remorseful. but i know, we'll meet someday. :) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;cos that's how God has planned everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-1578403383986828460?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1578403383986828460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/parting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1578403383986828460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1578403383986828460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/parting.html' title='parting.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7806748557910405764</id><published>2011-08-07T14:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:18:50.764+07:00</updated><title type='text'>advance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; i was actually chosen again to be in the advance class as what i could see on the announcement board early last week. but then the president told me that the advance class will be on friday after school, which i sadly cannot attend. so i have to get into another class, in which i decide to take sophomore. it is a step lower than the advance class. i'm actually quite disappointed for not being able to get into advance class cos of my packed schedule, but after all. it's ok. i still have a lot of chance. so, i guess i should have better luck next year! bless me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7806748557910405764?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7806748557910405764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/advance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7806748557910405764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7806748557910405764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/advance.html' title='advance'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4528476187668374293</id><published>2011-08-06T23:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:45:15.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>logarithm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm in such misery. spending my saturday night lingering with exponent and logarithm problems that my teacher assigned. there are more than 100 numbers in total which are to be submitted this tuesday. freaking this tuesday. those problems are so nerves racking. they told be that the next chapters are gonna be tougher, even tougher than logarithm. my luck&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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;but it's ok. completing even at least one question somehow brings kind of satisfaction to me. i'll feel so excited whenever i find out the answer. like&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; the unknown becomes known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;ok whatever i'm talking about. the point is, i hate logarithm. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;as much as i hate cucumber.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;as much as i hate skirts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;and as much as i hate one of my classmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the only stuff that made my day was this afternoon during my chemistry tuition. chem doesn't feel that deadly when he teaches. everything seems to be much more fun. if every science teacher can be like him, i bet i am gonna enjoy all those subjects, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;except for the fact that they can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cos my school teachers are basically, so boring. and you can bet what i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; sometimes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do during the class. digging my nose *yuck. of course no*, drawing the teacher's face, teasing friends, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRANSFORMERS TOMORROW MIDNIGHT SHOW. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; the movie mania is back to town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5337109993408238161-4528476187668374293?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4528476187668374293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/logarithm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4528476187668374293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4528476187668374293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/logarithm.html' title='logarithm'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-1185806059577370933</id><published>2011-08-05T23:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:58:50.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'>no pizza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello! i feel like blogging during weekday. it's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; friday friday friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had a quiz just now as well as PE exam. don't expect our PE exam to be like running jumping and something like going out the field. our PE is a total crap. memorizing how to play football, voleyball and basketball. it's written test anyway. and it's basically useless. well, PE without theory will be crap, and PE with theory but without outdoor activities, will be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; t o t a l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crap, that's the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and basically. the school's new rule of not allowing outside food without permanent holder is so &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;uncool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; if it's about the trash problems, i guess it isn't really effective. whether you disallow them to bring outside food with styrofoam box or not, our school is still anyway, gonna be a mess with trash. why, bcs our canteen is selling food in styrofoam and plastic boxes. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; the students stop buying outside food, and start eating canteen's, so basically, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;they're still gonna use styrofoam boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; example. among 4000 students, 2000 buy canteen's food and 2000 buy outside's. which means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;each day 4000 boxes of styrofoam trash&lt;/span&gt; are gonna be in our school. and with this school's new rule, perhaps those 2000 students who used to buy food outside, now 1500 or maybe 1000 are gonna buy canteen's food which means the amount of trash is only reduced 1000 or 500, so imo it's just not that effective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am not saying that this new rule is a crap, it's just that i think... the school should figure out something else. if this is done for the sake of our canteen in order for it to have good sales, this is just... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i mean come oonnnn! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i just take pity on my friend. this morning, her driver delivered tiptop's food (which i know is such a yum) to her inside a styrofoam box. however, it wasn't allowed to get into the school as it wasn't in a permanent container. that was just so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last but not least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NO PIZZA DELIVERY ANYMORE FOR GOD'S SAKE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*sobs* except you're putting it in a tupperware box. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUPPERWARE.&lt;/b&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/5337109993408238161-1185806059577370933?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1185806059577370933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-pizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1185806059577370933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1185806059577370933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-pizza.html' title='no pizza.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7558014615394798246</id><published>2011-08-03T23:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:54:35.917+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so. i was feeling so unwell last two days. and yes till today though it's much better. when i was watching harry potter during its midnight show at sun plaza, i felt my whole body was hot, but cold. oh well, it was like the upper part was hot, and lower part was like ice. and my body temperature was freaking high. which affected my harry potter enjoyment session. if it had not been me, having headache and stomachache and teary eyes (normal thing when i'm having fever), it would be perfect! i touched my forehead, and it was like burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when i reached home, i was like passing out. and i went straight to bed. it wasn't a good night sleep. seriously wasn't. probably the worst nightmare. i kept sweating.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; when i took off the blanket, it was like north pole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;when i tucked it, it felt like sahara in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the panadol didn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so the next morning. things got better, or worse in my opinion. good thing my body temperature was getting normal. but... as i was meditating in my toilet, my stomach suddenly felt much more painful. it was so unbearable. my whole body was shaking. my head was spinning like a super speed merry go round. my ears felt like deaf. i kept hearing buzzing sound. i felt like fainting. i dragged my feet up to bed, and threw my body on it. things felt better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but until now, my head is still painful. like whenever i get up from my sitting or laying position, it's gonna hurt like something is inside, knocking. i know it's gonna be better cos i've ever suffered the same thing once, last time, last year or what i forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now the problem is. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i frigging hate medicine. i hate the way it tastes like. so the doctor gave me two kinds of syrup medicine. one tastes so bitter, different from how the colour looks like, it was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; pink. &lt;/span&gt;the other one was sweet, but imo, even yuckier than the bitter one! it tasted somehow like, i don't know. maybe you should try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know i am gonna recover from my fever and diarrhea even without drinking medicine.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; so now, what's the point of consuming them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;T___T anyway it's fine. it's fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cos at least, i can watch transformers, kungfu panda, and harry potter agaiiiinnnnn!!! SAAY YAYYYYYYYY. hollywood movies are finally back to medan!!! NIGHT! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7558014615394798246?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7558014615394798246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7558014615394798246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7558014615394798246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-point.html' title='what&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5331917889956941604</id><published>2011-07-30T20:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:18:39.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky number two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5UV9mZa-bg/TjQI0ZP2eeI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Q45I3bIdjuQ/s1600/IMG_9505.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5UV9mZa-bg/TjQI0ZP2eeI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Q45I3bIdjuQ/s400/IMG_9505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635138729970924002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dyMvaSBTaU/TjQI0J-bYNI/AAAAAAAAAys/bhEcpyTCOJM/s1600/IMG_9501.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dyMvaSBTaU/TjQI0J-bYNI/AAAAAAAAAys/bhEcpyTCOJM/s400/IMG_9501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635138725871313106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sorry for not updating my blog for quite some days. i have been having three of the most hectic days in my life ever. so exactly last tuesday, my school teacher informed me if i was interested in joining a speech competition. well, i've been vacuum from any competition since the last vision cup when i got the 2nd rank, as i was so busy preparing for my tests. so of course, i was intrigued to join. then i registered. turned out that the competition was actually on thursday, which literally meant i only had 2 days to prepare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then of course i spent my nights doing my essay. 2 nights exactly. then on thursday, i showed up at the competition. there were 63 people from all around medan who were joining. i picked my number and i got 56. guess what, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i am never good when it comes to lucky dips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;either i'm going to get one of the very last numbers, or the very beginning. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when it came to my turn, it was in the afternoon. my friends told me that i was saying good morning in the speech opening. repeat:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; i freaking said good morning when it was actually 2:30 in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was undoubtably nervous. ppl knew exactly how my hands were freaking shaking in front. the mike that i was holding shook so badly. and i had been having massive tummy ache and nausea since the morning. it didn't have any connection with my health. i am always like that before joining competition. anyway, i was chosen as the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;second best speaker of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;moving onto the semifinal round. it was held right the day after thursday which was friday. i only got several hours to prepare for the speech as i was having tuition after the competition from 4 until 8. so when i was memorizing my speech, i felt pretty tired. my eyes were so heavy. so i decided to take rest. i laid myself on the bed. forgot to remind my momma to wake me up at 5 in the morning. ended up falling asleep until more than six in the morning which meant i only had less than 2 hours to memorize it as i still gotta go to school for a while. i knew that i was not going to make it. however, at least i could bring the paper. so again. i was chosen as the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;second best speaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;moving again to the final round this afternoon. this was sooo much tougher than the previous rounds. we were asked to do impromptu speech. we were given three topics, one of which would be presented during the competition. i put all my heart when i prepared the speech last night. making research until 2:30 in the morning, and woke up at 5:30. and i turned out to be the owner of the most beautiful panda eyes in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;considered myself as being lucky this afternoon. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i mistakenly wrote the wrong thing for the second topic, and i haven't mastered my third topic yet. i picked up the paper in the lucky dip. being the lucky girl, it was written largely the number 1 which meant i got the first topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sooo being nervous &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i said "good morning" again instead of "good afternoon". i was like, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;crap, can i stop saying good morning everytimeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and in the middle of my speech, i was sort of stuck. i forgot the thing that i was planning to say. then i just blabbered out everything that was on my mind that time. luckily, i managed to recall the point. and after i finished my speech, i was asked a few questions by the judges. i didn't even remember what they asked me and what did i answer after i got down from the stage.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; being nervous = hang thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was so nervous. i thought i was not going to be in the top 3 anymore as i thought i was having quite a lame performance. but then i tried to be optimistic. i recalled the number of topic that i picked before the competition. i believed that getting number one instead of any other numbers, was a blessing of God. i believe that God has planned everything for me, since the very beginning. if He was not giving me any chance to win, i could have picked up number 2 or 3 instead of number 1. i believe that there is a reason behind everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and it turned out that i was called as the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;first runner up&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. second winner of the speech competition. i was sooo exuberant, for all my hard work was finally paid off! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;it didn't even matter anymore to me for having these panda eyes, sore bones, hatchiuhatchiu, stomachache and nausea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the hot weather suddenly felt like the weather in san fransisco, the sound of mufflers on the road suddenly sounded like the birds singing with their saccharine voice. *exaggerating* :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway i did actually ask for the judges' comments about me. so they told me that they liked my intonation, pronunciation, performance and so on. the only problem was that i fell flat in my expression (i wondered how my face exactly looked like when i was talking. i bet it was dumb) and the way i talked was like a news reader. nah i will start to consider whether to be a news reader or not in my future. *jokinggg* :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you for those who have been supporting me since the very first day. for my friends who kept motivating me, telling me that everything was going to be fine, and those who said good luck to me via blackberry messenger or twitter. those words meant so much to me :) and then winnie jesslyn of course. the very first person to know i was going to join this competition. giving me some amazing ideas. and my sister adeline salim. thanks for the suggestions and comments when i was practising. my mommy, for pouring me "pi pe ko" (some kind of chinese medicine for sore throat) every night before competition as my throat did not feel so good. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;P.S. i guess my lucky number is now two. i was being the 2nd 3 times respectively during this competition, for God's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-5331917889956941604?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5331917889956941604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/lucky-number-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5331917889956941604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>lollipop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lollipop is honestly, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; fifth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;coolest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;booster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; after good food, sleep, chubby kids, and swing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;why lollipop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(N) - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/obreve.gif" /&gt;l&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" /&gt;&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/emacr.gif" /&gt;-p&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/obreve.gif" /&gt;p&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/lprime.gif" /&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a confection consisting of a piece of hard candy attached to the end of a small stick. - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;www.thefreedictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically. i just know that i can't finish eating something this big...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMB0aw1DGAU/Ti0dkrsuyAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Kmh5tWjwe78/s400/IMG_9497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633191224953194498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i don't have to worry of losing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's like i don't have to worry that something is gonna leave me. and even though once it has gone away. i still have the stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;second. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lollipops are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sweet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they make you remember all the sweet moments in your life albeit you're having hardship. cos that's just how amazing lollipops are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;however. it sucks cos they don't sell cool lollipops like in the picture above here in my town. and even though they do, i don't know where do they sell them. and second. even though they do, they only sell them during special occasions. like people's birthday parties and such. that means once they're available, i need to grab as many as possible and place them in my pockets &amp;gt;:3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i don't really know what i'm typing. but i feel like typing. so i'll just type type type. i got nothing to do. my tutor is sick which means i'm free.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; when they're are sick, students are gonna have wide curves on their faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cos that's how i look like right now :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;idk, i'm so happy today. ever since the flag ceremony this morning. two stuffs happening there that were just so adorableee. unyuu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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/5337109993408238161-586561780577179730?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/586561780577179730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/lollipop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/586561780577179730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/586561780577179730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/lollipop.html' title='lollipop'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMB0aw1DGAU/Ti0dkrsuyAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Kmh5tWjwe78/s72-c/IMG_9497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5789196713341502660</id><published>2011-07-23T19:43:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:02:14.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is gonna be a very long post. don't read it if you don't feel like reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKxkrUSH5m0/TirP4wy9KcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/7teAPiyes2c/s400/IMG_9463.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632542858058475970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i went to some kind of placement test (everyone must join once a year even though you're an old student) yesterday in one of my tuitions which is honestly, my favorite tuition. my favorite teacher. after i finished my test, i managed to job down my available time (from just 6-7 on tuesdays and fridays). she told me that she perhaps couldn't teach me this year as she's going to teach higher level students during that time. and i was like... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;so down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in my heart, i blamed all my stupid abundant courses which i loathe so much to be the ones who caused this to happen. if i didn't have so many tuitions, maybe i could still be in her class.&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-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i tried so very hard not to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even though my eyes and nose were so... i mean you know exactly how they feel like when we're about to cry, don't you? but then after i got all my belongings and ready to rush out, she asked me why did i have so many tuitions that i hardly could attend her class. i told her that i got so many science courses and... suddenly my eyes felt teary. she noticed that i was going to cry any minute and then she brought me into a room.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; the room that i've always been inside for the past 12 months.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where i enjoyed her class along with 5 other mates. i remembered it vividly when she turned off the lights and dressed up some kind of vampire during &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;halloween &lt;/span&gt;last october when we had spooky stories and halloween decorations everywhere (spiders, pumpkins, webs, etc). recalling all our past memories, i cried ever harder. and i knew moshi (her dog) was even staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she asked me to tell her all my problems. at first, i just couldn't calm down. i cried like a kid who had just lost her favorite chocolate. then i told her all my problems.&lt;i&gt; i'm so tired of all the things happening in my life. how i should attend 2 or sometimes 3 courses during weekdays. how my grandma can't stop nagging, telling me to work as hard as my cousin does to get into top universities in singapore even though i have no intention to go there which means i have to attend more and more courses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she gave me some even-better-than-good advice and she told me stories, like what she did when she felt so stressed out long time ago during her college life, her long time students who also had the same problems with me, etc. she told me to strive for what i really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that i shouldn't live to please others' wishes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that people should find their own happiness. not through you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that my grandma loves me so dearly that she does that, and so do my parents.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; that if i don't feel like doing sth, so don't. and so many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just can't list one by one here. it's like making a summary of the one-hour conversation. and i remembered she told me: if i ever encounter any problems, just talk to her, and she will help. and that i am still going to join her entrance exam next year. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she is by far, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the best guru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i have ever had. she doesn't only teach stuffs. she inspires me. i learn so many things from her. she has such critical thinking. and how open-minded a person she actually is that i can't help but awe. i remember the adage saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"the mediocre teacher tells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;the good teacher explains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;the superior teacher demonstrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;the great teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;inspires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;- William Arthur Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and well, she is the great one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyways. now i will try my best not to over exhaust myself. whenever i don't feel like doing sth, i won't do it. i will still strive hard, but still, i know my limits. i know i've been working hard after i got into shs. even if no one knows, i know. even though it is not considered as a massive effort, but at least i'm working harder than before. i'm just scared that i'm going to skydive from the peak (1st rank). the reason why i kept doing science problems at night before bed, and accomplished learning all my textbooks (except for the remaining two subjects) is bcs, i am afraid that i won't get into the top 10 anymore at school which i fear may disappoint everyone, especially my parents. but now i try to be positive. i'm still trying to fix my schedules. and well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;i know one day i'm going to succeed in my very own way :)&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/5337109993408238161-5789196713341502660?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5789196713341502660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5789196713341502660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5789196713341502660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/yesterday.html' title='yesterday.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKxkrUSH5m0/TirP4wy9KcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/7teAPiyes2c/s72-c/IMG_9463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2037291740448367948</id><published>2011-07-20T19:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:56:46.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this guy. has always been contributing to my problems. ever since the very first day of junior high school. until this afternoon. at school. or perhaps until tomorrow. (if i haven't *chopped* him, literally) or next year. or maybe, until the doomsday. i won't want to mention what he actually did this afternoon that seriously pissed me and my 3 partners off. cos i won't even want to accuse him. without any concrete proof. and i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;annoyed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or whatever adjective to replace the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"annoyed".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if i could fry him right at that moment, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;i would certainly do.&lt;/span&gt; if he hadn't run away so quickly after school was dismissed, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;i would certainly interrogate him.&lt;/span&gt; if i could just turn back the time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;i certainly would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT5bPNSnPas/TibdNOIS9MI/AAAAAAAAAyU/DjSpT5kd1Rs/s400/IMG_9443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631431603274314946" /&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;thanks a lot caryn for the scrapbook :D i loveeeee it so much. this thing is basically so awesome. realizing that you actually cut then one by one, and then stick them carefully. i do make scrapbooks actually. but mine is just so-so :) here's her blog &lt;a href="http://www.carynwangsa.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;LINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8-r5Tv-Emo/TibdM-DU-gI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XZnkqBL9Fos/s400/IMG_9442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631431598958508546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turning into a big fat ugly pig soon kekekekekee :B taekaenoi is just sooooo tempting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-2037291740448367948?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2037291740448367948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2037291740448367948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2037291740448367948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-guy.html' title='this guy'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT5bPNSnPas/TibdNOIS9MI/AAAAAAAAAyU/DjSpT5kd1Rs/s72-c/IMG_9443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7196587261263134208</id><published>2011-07-17T22:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:19:41.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'>much more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am more than what i appear to be. All the world's strength and power rests in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7196587261263134208?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7196587261263134208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/much-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7196587261263134208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7196587261263134208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/much-more.html' title='much more.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4844738912888839721</id><published>2011-07-16T18:33:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:20:20.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy as a clam at high tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr_JR9-LtzY/TiGB9JGZ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/XhQTMryAJck/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-07-16%2Bat%2B19.14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr_JR9-LtzY/TiGB9JGZ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/XhQTMryAJck/s400/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-07-16%2Bat%2B19.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629923896604614034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm so excited cos so many people are interested in our new CCA! imagineee, 29 people came and registered to me this morning. we've only sticked the brochures at 3 classes and... 29 people have alrdy got interested! this is really out of my expectation! i kept wondering days and nights if there were any people joining our program. but thennnn *speechless* i'm so touched :') i'm not exaggerating. cos we've had lots of tough meeting sessions regarding this new CCA. we had lots of problems to be discussed. we got to do the proposal, timeline, stuffs we're gonna teach them, brochures, and i'm so glad that they're all done. all we have to do now is to stick more brochures in another 60 (or something) classes and promote! and the problem that i'm contemplating right now is... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whether they are gonna like our programs, or as enthusiastic as we (mentors) are...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anywayyy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; *POSITIVE THINKING*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everything is going to be fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and i had my elds selection just now. it was pretty good and i was quite contented. they inquired me about my views in terrorism, and the school's new rule of disallowing students to bring camera cellphones. i was surprised that i could be quite talkative just now. cos during the previous selection last year, the judges asked me questions. and i only answered with very few &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;SHORT &lt;/span&gt;(as in very short) sentences. HEHEHE. but then when i got out of the interview room, i just realized that i still got sooooo many words to say, but i couldn't think of it inside. pfftttt. i've always been like this. anyway it's okkk :D i hope i will get into the sophomore class. last year i got into the advanced, but after several meetings, our sectional leader was assigned to guide the ones that were going to join NSDC (i wasn't joining it cos i was in sec 3) so i got back into sophomore class. and this year, the advanced level schedule is gonna be twice a week which i can't afford to attend. sooo i'll just root for sophomore this year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;everything today makes me happy. almost everything. except for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;motorcycle crash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that happened right in front of my car this afternoon when i was going to scholar. three motorcycles which came from 3 different directions collided. a young lady's body flung away and i saw her shaking like someone suffering epilepsy. and one of the motorcycles hit an old man. the car muffler wounded his leg as it was so hot i guess. he struggled to get up but his efforts were in vain. that was literally, t&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;he most terrible accident i've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; i hope all them are okay. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4844738912888839721?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4844738912888839721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-as-clam-at-high-tide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4844738912888839721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4844738912888839721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-as-clam-at-high-tide.html' title='happy as a clam at high tide'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr_JR9-LtzY/TiGB9JGZ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/XhQTMryAJck/s72-c/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-07-16%2Bat%2B19.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3007682055804007895</id><published>2011-07-15T20:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:17:39.702+07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me strength.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;have lots of agendas and stuffs to do starting from tomorrow. this is so&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; pathetic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. elds selection tomorrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've joined elds for 2 years since jhs 2 but nonetheless, i still need to participate in the selection. this time it's different than any other ones during the previous years. last 2 years we were asked to write speeches at home and present them in front of the judges and then they would ask us questions regarding our topics. but this time, we are gonna be interviewed and the judges are gonna ask us about our views in a particular topic. so it's kinda impromptu. the good thing about it is that, i don't need to spend nights composing my speech, but now... there are possibilities of me not being able to answer them. or i may answer them. but only a few sentences. cos it has been soooo friggin' long since the last time i debated, and perhaps, i've lost all my debating skills *sobs* but it's ok, i'm gonna rock it!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; *positive thinking*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. subjects to be examined next month &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;racking my brains. i've got no idea how are the questions gonna be in shs. ppl tell me that they are&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;spooky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;deadly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;i wonder if i can still get into the plus class, cos it is determined (only) by my maths, biology, chemistry, physics (which i am bad in) and english scores. i wish my brain will work faster for those 5 subjects! i know it will! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;*positive thinking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. sealnet as cca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am gonna be a mentor starting from september once all the co-curricular activities have begun. just like two sides of coin. in one side, i'm totally excited of this new program, but in the other side, i feel quite nervous as i have to deal with some students who are much older than me. i am afraid that they may look down on me cos i'm their junior, like i'm a trifle :S OK! they won't! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*positive thinking*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. my packed schedule&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i hardly have enough space in my schedule list to fit in my elds class (in case i am selected). and they are like, so full that i can't even have a break for an hour. i only have 15 minutes the most to sleep in the car. and it's gonna be from monday till saturday. say yay T___T at least i am gonna be smarter &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;*positive thinking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. piano final competition next month!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've prepared 2 songs and i have one more classical one by mozart to be performed there! i haven't done the last two pages yet, and i'm gonna &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; them tonight! the first one is czerny's, ravel's sonatine and and mozart's. i wish i have enough time to prepare for the three of them or else, i shall end up looking dumb on stage. i really really really hope i can be on the top three! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;*positive thinking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&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="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOD BLESS ME :)&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/5337109993408238161-3007682055804007895?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3007682055804007895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-me-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3007682055804007895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3007682055804007895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-me-strength.html' title='give me strength.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6164018930677952792</id><published>2011-07-12T19:37:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:09:53.147+07:00</updated><title type='text'>as old as him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;life has been sooo hectic. it's just the fourth day of school and i'm already sooo exhausted! i need to go to school from 7:30 in the morning until 3 o'clock in the afternoon for 4 days, and the remaining days up till 12:40 P.M. this is such torturous pain of having to wake up early in the morning at 6 (or more as i will always laze in my bed until the next 15 minutes), i can't sing while taking bath as i have to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;rush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, have to face massive traffic jam almost everyday, listen to boring and monotonous lectures (some of the teachers are just soooo friggin' boh-ring), have to rack my brains there for (sometimes) almost 8 hours straight, attend tuition classes *sobs* and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is even more ridiculous as we may not bring any camera phones to school which is well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;RIDICULOUSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this means some students got to spend some amount of money to buy new non-camera cellphones cos basically, 90% of the students in my school use mobile phones with in-built cameras. how can i know? well, i just know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and even worse, my mommy says i have to bring my dad's old nokia cellphone that is colorless. read: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;c &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. i feel like i am skydiving from all the great features that my blackberry onyx provides me and fall onto the valley of the old black-and-white nokia phone which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;as old as my eldest cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my friends gave me some gifts :D thanks a lot fellaasssss HEHEHE :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;some snapshotsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OY60R2DFpCA/ThxeIVXZXAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Oa8w-cTuJK8/s400/IMG_9421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628477131573517314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDt0jZzYEOM/ThxeH6ZdrlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/zB6YbBD_cLM/s400/IMG_9415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628477124334431826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this pig is just sooo adorable. chubby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;(like me HEHEHE)&lt;/span&gt; and with fat ass &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;*bite ass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. it's a male actually after i look at it thoroughly :D thanks a lot, mr. spongebob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjzESmtvV5Q/Thxd8tXX9SI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SWkEF_kKALg/s400/IMG_9423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628476931857446178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvU4NpCa4aw/Thxd8b3H46I/AAAAAAAAAxU/y-h57Jx7mVU/s400/IMG_9411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628476927158772642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's a bookmark from winny angeline. i just love what is stated there,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; "if you can dream it, you can do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that quote is just sooo true. and the hershey's chocolate from cindy liantono. though that piece of chocolate looks tempting, i just don't have the heart to swallow it. :') maybe tomorrow. guilty pleasure :9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJviR-t9pLY/ThxdqMaMbOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/a1YtnlojBIk/s400/IMG_9408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628476613773257954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;band aid from ms. kerbooo. the bandages inside look absolutely cute. yesterday, i took one and sticked it around my finger although it was not wounded :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;till then :)&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/5337109993408238161-6164018930677952792?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6164018930677952792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-old-as-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6164018930677952792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6164018930677952792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-old-as-him.html' title='as old as him.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OY60R2DFpCA/ThxeIVXZXAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Oa8w-cTuJK8/s72-c/IMG_9421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4554083169000850146</id><published>2011-07-07T22:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:36:27.464+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 cranes. but when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;have been spending my days folding origami of cranes. i actually plan to fold up till 1000 cos according to what people say,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; fold 1000 cranes and you wish will be granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;like i dunno who grants it. the cranes? tom cruise? god? someone somewhere up there? ok. i don't know. but now the problem isssss. how long is it gonna take for me to fold exactly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;A THOUSAND&lt;/span&gt; cranes? forever? let's see. how if i fold 2 a day. it means i need 500 days which means more than a year. almost two yearrrssss! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;NAH. &lt;/span&gt;*sobs* that's tough. well, the second thing is that: what should i wish for? folding &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ONE THOUSAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cranes for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wish?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; NAH.&lt;/span&gt; *sobs again* now i should just think what i'm supposed to wish? getting the 1st rank every year? get taller like 170cm? be slim forever? well. keep thinking! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, school starts tomorrow *sobs for the third time* i am not that excited anymore. remember what i told you last time right. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;NAH.&lt;/span&gt; i just wish all the best for me myself (yes, so who) throughout my first year of senior high school! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4554083169000850146?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4554083169000850146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/1000-cranes-but-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4554083169000850146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4554083169000850146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/1000-cranes-but-when.html' title='1000 cranes. but when?'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8953409760292162995</id><published>2011-07-06T22:08:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:15:59.459+07:00</updated><title type='text'>instantly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you know, i think i should really stop using film effects, like the cross process mode, afga, cinema, etc. cos it's like, so instant.. like instant noodle, and well, instant noodle isn't healthy at all. so i guess i should start editing everything one by one, i mean like well the saturation everything. cos i want every single detail in a picture to be good. i don't use any film effects here, and i edit them using iphoto instead of photoscape cos i think i should try something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lE5UjDkXHiY/ThR7XRd8nOI/AAAAAAAAAxE/zxsNk-Jx6ao/s400/IMG_9397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626257474248809698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxvFZZbG9A4/ThR7XJjGuUI/AAAAAAAAAw8/nMXQ6ChgemU/s400/IMG_9384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626257472122960194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg4dpVMr86U/ThR7WgUvpJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XzMNrYkLwYY/s1600/IMG_9382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg4dpVMr86U/ThR7WgUvpJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XzMNrYkLwYY/s1600/IMG_9382.JPG" onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4478291418263546875</id><published>2011-07-05T20:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:23:32.732+07:00</updated><title type='text'>no one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;have you ever felt small among so many people? like you are just a speck of unimportant dust among any other inhabitants in the universe? everyone is one level above you in any way. i often feel so. like i'm not good enough compared to my other mates. i got average look, flabby tummy and primary student's height. and i just don't stand up in appearance.&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;have you ever felt that you're smart, but not smart enough compared with another people? like yesterday, i had my math tuition, along with one of my schoolmates. she did everything like in a supersonic speed while me? i was working on the equation in a turtle pace. i finished all the math problems ten minutes after her. she got 9 and i got 6. i know that she's planning to major in mathematics but then, i don't know... i feel so miserable. it is not that i don't try as hard as everyone know. i am not sure what my math tutor considers me as, lazy? stupid? or what?&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;i will undoubtably consider myself as an artistic person. i excel most of my friends in art subjects as well as literature. i can draw, sing, paint, sketch, design, write and take pictures better than most of my friends do. but does that even count as an essential or important skill in my society? i guess not. even my close ones often tell me no. not in a million years. not in a school like mine. everyone there just cares about the science subjects. they just care about the science competition medal winners. they just pay attention to those who are better in maths, chemistry, or physucks. there is no space for people like me&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pathetic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;no offense. this is just how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4478291418263546875?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4478291418263546875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4478291418263546875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4478291418263546875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-one.html' title='no one.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3817792121463102823</id><published>2011-07-03T23:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:40:42.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bokeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;have been exhausting myself a lot the past few days. i swim in the morning as well as in the afternoon. it issss tiring. but i just feel like doing it cos once school has started, then perhaps i can only swim like once a week. and school is going to start in 5 days. i am so excited that i will finally be able to meet all my buddies. but then in the other hand, i am quite, you know... urm nervous cos everything is gonna be new and i am still not used to it. like new teachers, new skirt, new environment and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway. i did an experiment of doing heart shaped bokeh. i borrowed my sister's fixed lense. and made my own, so-called lense hood. you can search how to do it on the internet. and the picture looks kind of good except for the left side of the heart: over exposure. i'm gonna do various shapes next time. christmas tree, skull, angel, etc! :D aaaaa i'm so excited. you can see the picture here: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2029324784698&amp;amp;set=a.2023393156411.2108710.1591458421&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;LINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so sorry for the short post! :3 CYA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3817792121463102823?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3817792121463102823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/bokeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3817792121463102823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3817792121463102823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/07/bokeh.html' title='bokeh.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-1275840317944761825</id><published>2011-07-01T19:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T19:54:13.805+07:00</updated><title type='text'>get it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am sooo glad cos my blog is finally back to normal! i ended june with a pretty lame day (yesterday). starting with my driver mistakenly fetched me in sun plaza instead of thamrin plaza and i had to wait for like 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then when i arrived home and checked my facebook account, i found that 4 of my albums' latest updates were 29th june. i didn't add any new pics nor deleting them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;someone hacked my account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the whole pics in an album disappeared. my latest picture in my photography album with the most likes also vanished. and another two albums which previously got 101 and 100 pics, now have only 91 and 81 pics. the ones that he/she deleted were the ones that people liked the most. and i was quite frustrated. i didn't feel like i ever offended someone in a particular way. and i felt somehow sad that i cried in the toilet. i was just shocked that someone could do such pathetic stuff towards me. i know this was nasty but, i was so emotional last night. but after i thought for a while, i realized that perhaps someone is jealous with me. when a person is jealous towards us, it means he/she&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; wants to be like us. &lt;/span&gt;we can do things that they can't do and we are better than them right? either it is our looks, our brains, our knowledge or anything. and in this case, perhaps he/she is jealous of my pictures. what a cheap hacker as my friend told me. yes. so &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;starting from now, my team and i are gonna have lots of brain racking sessions. the principal wants us to make SEALNet as a new CCA. we need to prepare for everything before school starts. the proposal, the project, the brochure, how to attract people and everything. and i have to face him next week (as i am the secretary) along with another two presidents. i know our hardwork won't end in deadlock. i know we are gonna succeed. i know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE CAN DO IT. :)&lt;/b&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/5337109993408238161-1275840317944761825?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2312517045060236857</id><published>2011-06-29T15:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:27:03.477+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bewildered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;some pics i took at wak noer's. i think my blog has some problems. i mean either it's my blog, or it's my internet connection. i can see my new posts via my cellphone, but i can't if i open my blog using my computer, laptop and ipad. but my friends told me that they could read them :S i am so seriously bewildered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1KYoSJdCPM/TgrhK7PJumI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F61ly_DoSFk/s1600/IMG_9318.JPG" onblur="try 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fez-ZDJCm5Y/TgrhJwG9FhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7kOHB5AtZnM/s400/IMG_9308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623554642374628882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uwbQGW9a0Y/TgrhJgCS7kI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PYH_JMrSxf0/s1600/IMG_9305.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uwbQGW9a0Y/TgrhJgCS7kI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PYH_JMrSxf0/s400/IMG_9305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623554638060121666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-2312517045060236857?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2312517045060236857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/bewildered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2312517045060236857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2312517045060236857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/bewildered.html' title='bewildered'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1KYoSJdCPM/TgrhK7PJumI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F61ly_DoSFk/s72-c/IMG_9318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8374473420384577175</id><published>2011-06-29T12:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:39:02.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8374473420384577175?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8374473420384577175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8374473420384577175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8374473420384577175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6262950680940665124</id><published>2011-06-26T23:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:12:05.851+07:00</updated><title type='text'>third visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today was, honestly, one of the best days among this month. we went to the orphanage again, for the third time this week. today was the carnival day so it was literally thrice more tiring than the previous visits. we had lots of games. i was in charge of the "trust game" booth. this game required balloons. but some of them exploded. then a kid took my popped balloon and chewed it.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; c h e w e d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i was soooo "fascinated". and i ain't sure whether he swallowed it or not. i hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was sooo happy when the orphans performed so merrily in front of us. and they even sang 4 songs for us. i never thought that they would be so excited about the whole performance thing. :) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;*touched*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the mentees got to perform too. we did the laskar pelangi song, as the meaning's good and motivating. we prepared it during the last minutes so the gestures were kind of amburadul. hohoho. then we were asked to do impromptu performance to dance in front of them. we picked "born this way" by lady gaga then we danced. without any preparation. i thought our dancing looked like the ones i saw in the movies, in the night clubs. HAHAHA. but it's ok laaa, as long as i am happieehhhh. the mentors did perform too. their dance were soooo funnyyy :B&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/5337109993408238161-6262950680940665124?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6262950680940665124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/third-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6262950680940665124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6262950680940665124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/third-visit.html' title='third visit'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8595300912212208540</id><published>2011-06-24T13:03:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:24:59.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'>leavenworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWlu2bKTXGM/TgQo8rPvDHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/w-PccmVp_mA/s1600/IMG_9295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWlu2bKTXGM/TgQo8rPvDHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/w-PccmVp_mA/s400/IMG_9295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621663257731206258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i remember buying these refrigerator decorative magnets which came in a pair in a store at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;leavenworth. &lt;/span&gt;this german village was very cute, i mean the buildings. they even got horse carriages like the ones i saw on TV during william and kate's royal wedding. but i didn't get the chance to ride it as it was almost 6 and my daddy still got to drive back from leavenworth to seattle which was about 3 or 4 or 5 (pardon my pea sized brain) hours drive. their stores were also so prettaye, both the exteriors and the interiors. they looked almost the same like the houses in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;barbie's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Btk5p84AlM/TgQsnTm5zSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/kFqqm_DCSOI/s1600/IMG_8126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Btk5p84AlM/TgQsnTm5zSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/kFqqm_DCSOI/s400/IMG_8126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621667288655187234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THwmdvzvuTs/TgQsoJA15fI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Fk8UKoPp-Pc/s1600/IMG_8138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THwmdvzvuTs/TgQsoJA15fI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Fk8UKoPp-Pc/s400/IMG_8138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621667302991062514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-im0oFVDK_Gc/TgQsnsAyp1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/HD8ywHToXeM/s1600/IMG_8135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-im0oFVDK_Gc/TgQsnsAyp1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/HD8ywHToXeM/s400/IMG_8135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621667295206221650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3EGsjz4F_A/TgQsmTrX2II/AAAAAAAAAvk/iFRj7Y6kLIM/s1600/IMG_8120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3EGsjz4F_A/TgQsmTrX2II/AAAAAAAAAvk/iFRj7Y6kLIM/s400/IMG_8120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621667271494064258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOMULdInH6M/TgQsmvIuMiI/AAAAAAAAAvs/7a4nW0g8jrI/s1600/IMG_8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOMULdInH6M/TgQsmvIuMiI/AAAAAAAAAvs/7a4nW0g8jrI/s400/IMG_8122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621667278864921122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S. yes, i know i should start using capital letters correctly in my blog! HEHEHE.&lt;/span&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/5337109993408238161-8595300912212208540?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8595300912212208540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/leavenworth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8595300912212208540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8595300912212208540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/leavenworth.html' title='leavenworth'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWlu2bKTXGM/TgQo8rPvDHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/w-PccmVp_mA/s72-c/IMG_9295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-1917277771833447405</id><published>2011-06-22T21:45:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T19:49:53.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when boredom attacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i spent my day mingling with maths questions at my math tuition. and i got additional 2 days as rewards for missing so many classes as i went abroad for holiday last time. well, it's ok though as long as i can catch up what i've missed. i want school to start as soon as possible but i know, once it comes nearer, i'll wish the reciprocity. cos that's what i do every year.&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-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;i want to type. but i don't know what to type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my brain is so goddamn stuck. &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-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;errrr.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i remember the mistletoe thing. i don't know where the heaven it is right now. our first project turned out to be quite good. though it was kind of tough cos both of us didn't have any property to do make up to the model. i get it. next time we should get someone to do that job. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;i think i know who... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;but who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and now my partners in crime are missing. she's perhaps &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;somewhere in the northern part of the world.&lt;/span&gt; i mean the states. gaaaah i miss that tofuh and kerbo so much. -..- when are they gonna be backkkk? D: ottokeee ottokeeeee *counting days*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i want to go to tjong a fie's house. residence. mansion. palace. whatever you call it. and capture everything there. cos i'm so bored. i have nothing to do with my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random shots. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;cetrek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; jepret.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;ceklik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kvL2GfMq4E/TgINxQd9mhI/AAAAAAAAAvU/a7iBfud0lYg/s400/IMG_9288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621070424797190674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUA_CCCaUCc/TgINxBOX1nI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Alk0xtTkd08/s400/IMG_9286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621070420705269362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for being so random today. ohyah, i uploaded lots of pics to facebook. see you on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1951950570391.2107614.1591458421"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1952099454113.2107629.1591458421"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1954428392335.2107758.1591458421"&gt;PART 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big tiger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as roo ~ winnie the pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-1917277771833447405?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1917277771833447405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-boredom-attacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1917277771833447405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1917277771833447405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-boredom-attacks.html' title='when boredom attacks'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kvL2GfMq4E/TgINxQd9mhI/AAAAAAAAAvU/a7iBfud0lYg/s72-c/IMG_9288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-663654380020484770</id><published>2011-06-21T21:56:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:39:56.439+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sealnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i'm joining sealnet for my holiday which is literally, a savior for my holiday. it is so fun, and pleasant there, i don't know what adjective should i use to describe it more. everyone is so friendly. i was a bit shy during the first workshop as i'd just got to know some of the participants around me but the atmosphere just quickly got warm and, it was such a blissful day. and this morning i went there for the second workshop and it was sooo much nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then yesterday, we went to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; panti asuhan pelita kasih.&lt;/span&gt; i was a bit surprised to see the orphanage in reality although i'd seen it before in a pic. the wall was made of wood, the floor of cement and it was so hot over there. they take bath using the filtered muddy water from the well behind their house. they do not even have a television. we went there and taught them about hygiene and sanitation, like how to brush teeth, wash their hands, take bath using soap, throw rubbish in the dustbin, drink 8 glasses of water a day, etc. we did play some games with them and they were so enthusiastic. i was so glad, as we were able to share some happiness with them. their smiles and laughters just made my day :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;i realize how blessed i am as a person. we (yeah, me too) sometimes often grumble, even about tiny little problems. like your aircon doesn't make your room feel cool enough, your bed isn't comfortable, your television doesn't work properly, etc. but have we ever just &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; imagined about those out there who do not have any television, living without any air conditioners or sleeping on the floor? we should stop complaining about our lives. there are still millions of unlucky ones out there, waiting for our help. &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/5337109993408238161-663654380020484770?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/663654380020484770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/sealnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/663654380020484770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/663654380020484770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/sealnet.html' title='sealnet'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5921601491883138461</id><published>2011-06-18T21:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:35:42.652+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;first of all, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILBERT R. ANGELEE! &lt;/span&gt;thank you for being annoying. you're, let's say, one of my oldest friends. i've known you since kindergaten. it's supposed to be 10 years now. recalling all our arguments, little fights and even BIG fights, well, honestly we were so childish back then. i even swore to myself that i would never ever talk to you anymore for eternity. but then a 10-year friendship just couldn't end like that. i don't know why. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway you know what, you should really stop having tuition during holiday cos you're freaking me out. i haven't touched almost everything. have fun mannn it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLIDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last but not least, stay bald dude. hahaha! good luck with your future endeavors and that girl :p! stay fat, stay annoying! friends forever! B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-5921601491883138461?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5921601491883138461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5921601491883138461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5921601491883138461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-5593967806241918345</id><published>2011-06-16T21:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:32:56.562+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i got a tag from sherly nee to mention 10 facts about me. hahaha. thanks for the tag! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-each tagged person must tell 10 facts about himself/herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-you got to choose and tag 10 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-go to their blog and tell them that you've tagged them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-don't tag back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sooo... these are the 10 facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. when i fart in the middle of a room with my friends and the room is filled with nasty smell, i will&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; act and pretend then accuse someone for farting.&lt;/span&gt; (well, who on earth will straightforwardly admit that he/she has just done that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;a nervous flyer &lt;/span&gt;who can't sleep, can't eat, can't watch movies inside the airplane. i always have this surge of fear that the plane is going to crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. i've just learned how to swim! isn't that wonderful? :3 cos i used to learn like zillion of times nut always ended up with such thing called failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. i ain't picky when it comes to food. i eat almost everything, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes and cucumbers. oh, as well as garlic and onions. seriously, who is gonna swallow that bloody ingredients straightly, i mean like JUST the garlic? well, i know 1 person who does. my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. gimme 3 superpowers. i'll choose to breath underwater, float on air, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;stay slim no matter how much i eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. when i get into anywhere new, like malls, hotels, or restaurants i've never been to, the first thing that i'm gonna check is how their toilets look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. when i was small, i used to wear shirts&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; twice&lt;/span&gt; the size of my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. i used to loathe my sister so much cos she was so cruel back then and she always scolded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. i always envy pretty girls with flat tummy in high heels :( why can't i be like thaaaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. my mommy says that i resemble my daddy a lot. my blood type, how i sleep and walk, and the way i do most things in hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i would like to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. winny angeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. desilia nilam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. jennifer wijaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. herdiyenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. stevanie wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. jennifer tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. beverly koa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. tifanny tandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. ivanny jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. brenda zhuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i met this annoying old man and bitchy auntie in a swimming pool in a place which i refuse to name as it may offend some people in some ways. so this bitchy auntie (BA) deliberately got out of the indoor pool just right after we arrived there. she asked this old man (OM), a worker who was on duty, in hokkian: "why are there so many people swimming today?" (read: in a cynical tone as she was referring to us to be the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;OUTSIDERS&lt;/span&gt; who caused the "private" pool to be crowded while there were only like 12 people in a pool THAT huge). so the OM replied: "yeah! there are lots of owners in this residence area whose &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;FRIENDS &lt;/span&gt;come here to swim. if outsiders come here to swim, this ain't a PRIVATE swimming pool anymore. instead it's gonna be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;PUBLIC &lt;/span&gt;one. when the pool gets dirty, they're the ones who are gonna complain!" the OM even said these words twice, and kept looking at us sarcastically. keep talking old man. cos that just showed what a jerk you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my grandma owns a house there. the whole family pays for the pool's maintenance fee. so why am i not allowed to enjoy the facility there? note this. i am her granddaughter, not her friend. then it was 6 when we got up of the pool. when we got into the toilet, it was so dark. no light was turned on. no water flowed which resulted in me, not being able to shower. i wasn't sure if this was done intentionally, and i wouldn't want to accuse anyone without any absolute proof. the only thing that i want to say is that, a so-called private swimming pool is supposed to have better facilities than a public one, right? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;you failed to prove me that (N)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm just being frank cos idk where can i spill all my annoyance. no offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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/5337109993408238161-5593967806241918345?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5593967806241918345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5593967806241918345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/5593967806241918345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/ten.html' title='ten'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7066332868293487477</id><published>2011-06-15T21:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:11:38.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'>landslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;why can't facebook let me upload my pics? i've been trying like for dayssssss and it totally annoys me :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my holiday is ruined. of course by the stupid swimming course which requires me to wake up like at 7:30 in the morning! i swear to myself that when i'm able to do two strokes, i'm gonna freaking stop going thereeee. it is torturing me like hell! and now i got a tan! well, except for one plain fact that: i'm getting better day by day in swimming. hooray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;the fact that people are actually spitting and peeing (well, you never know, right?) in the same pool kind of disgusts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; but anyway, that doesn't really matter to me, cos this morning, i did that too. only the spitting stuff ok! no peeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;second. it pretty much embarrasses me. cos i'm like, so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; o l d&lt;/span&gt; and still dunno how to swim. and even worse, the teacher threw me to the kids' pool! i just set this thought in my mind:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; no one knows me. and they're even gonna forget how i look like the next day. &lt;/span&gt;unfortunately, i saw my so-called friend over there! but thank god he didn't see me so i was safe! i decide to come earlier trw cos there won't be so many people there, well, i hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and the teacher kept saying that i should swim with HEART not with BRAIN. and i can't really understand that. blah. i don't care. as long as he's gonna teach me how to swim till i can B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so this evening i went to grand aston to try the new menu in their club's restaurant. felt like i was being a masterchef judge when they asked us for our comments HEHEHE. and the food satisfied my belly. so i guess everything was good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgwwm9eazRk/TfDyCcO5GhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/s_73i5PSv2M/s1600/IMG_8650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgwwm9eazRk/TfDyCcO5GhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/s_73i5PSv2M/s320/IMG_8650.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMip_v8ZYwI/TfDyakqG5eI/AAAAAAAAAuE/jS5Woen8J34/s1600/IMG_8575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMip_v8ZYwI/TfDyakqG5eI/AAAAAAAAAuE/jS5Woen8J34/s320/IMG_8575.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewyAhzPEdhU/TfDyiAi6hgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/j7U9NVnlafA/s1600/IMG_8749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewyAhzPEdhU/TfDyiAi6hgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/j7U9NVnlafA/s320/IMG_8749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i miss the states. i miss seattle. i miss los angeles and san fransisco. i miss everything there. how i wish i could turn back the time. now all i can do is to stare at the pictures and let them talk. after all, memories will stick in my mind forever and those good times will never ever fade away :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4233038608966299309?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4233038608966299309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/wont-even-fade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4233038608966299309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4233038608966299309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/wont-even-fade.html' title='won&apos;t even fade'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgwwm9eazRk/TfDyCcO5GhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/s_73i5PSv2M/s72-c/IMG_8650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8487750905548119948</id><published>2011-06-08T20:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:54:15.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>peak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hey i got the 1st rank in class and 1st too out of 800 or more sec 3 students. i couldn't take my report card as i was still in singapore like 3 days ago. when they told me this, my jaws almost dropped. happy? of course :D but then i don't want this feeling to exceed its limit. after all, being on the top isn't everything aye. no offense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm back to medan. it feels so nice to be back home when you can do anything you wanna do (e.g. singing in the bathroom without worrying that someone living in the next room could probably hear us). although this is a city without any entertainment (almost), but this is my hometown and i love it no matter what. everything is so easy over here. maid to do the household chores, drivers ready to send you wherever you wanna go, tasty food with reasonable price all around the city, what's even better? have you ever felt like no matter how unsafe your hometown is, you'll still feel secure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;need to wake up early trw for school. YES for school can you believe it?!! HAHAHA. just to take my report card. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8487750905548119948?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8487750905548119948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/peak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8487750905548119948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8487750905548119948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/peak.html' title='peak.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3660985269328931270</id><published>2011-06-04T15:09:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:47:50.834+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fake wiseman (me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;frankly, i'm getting bored of my blog template. feels like changing it soon. but then i remembered last time when i spent hours sitting in front of the computer, working on the theme. it was a tough day, searching for like thousands of them before i finally dropped my decision onto this flowery and pinky theme. that was so unlike me. i was the type of person who loathed&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pinkish&lt;/span&gt; stuffs (w a s). my detestation towards the colour &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; started when i was 4. when i was a little (before 4), i used to love everything in&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:deeppink;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:lightpink;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. but then one day i got ill (like regular fever) and the doctor gave me medicine in a syrup form which was&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; PINK&lt;/span&gt;. i got so excited. i thought&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; would "always" taste good. then when the liquid started to get into my mouth,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; YIEKS.&lt;/span&gt; i threw up. soooo i started to abhor every single&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pinkish&lt;/span&gt; stuff. i know this sounds ridiculous, but that's how it is. and this is so out of the topic for god's sake. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;switch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sooo i decide to wait till like one month or so before i am finally going to change it. well, as if i still have much leisure time. getting into SHS sounds like :&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;work harder, study well, play less, computer only on satday nights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; geeeez. i'm so scared. moreover, most of my friends have studied the subjects that they're gonna learn in SHS during this holiday, like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;physucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; deadly math,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; chem&lt;/span&gt; from their tutors. i haven't touched ANY of them (except math) bcs i had my holiday to the states since the last two weeks. i'm so afraid that i can't catch up those subjects so i guess i'm gonna spend the rest of my holiday learning them (and i think i've just ruined my tennis plan &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;), reading my sister's old books by myself. i'm not that sure that my brain can absorb them without any help of my teachers as tuition will begin after school starts, but i guess i'll try! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;theeen i should stop grumbling about that pain in the ass of getting into SHS :( i know life can be tough sometimes, but then&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you just gotta cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. feels like i get so wise today [epic failure]&lt;epic&gt;&lt;fail&gt;&lt;failed&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3660985269328931270?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3660985269328931270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/fake-wiseman-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3660985269328931270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3660985269328931270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/fake-wiseman-me.html' title='the fake wiseman (me)'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4651865769502764473</id><published>2011-06-03T22:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:55:19.948+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bless me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so, tomorrow will be D-day to determine whether i'm gonna wear gray skirt or stay with the blue one. waiting for the announcement really chills my spine. i have this surge of fear although i know the possibility of passing the national exam is more likely to happen as i was able to do the questions without any tough barriers. but then the "what if-s" questions keep filling my mind. but after all, i'll just try to implant positive thoughts into my mind :) bless meeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in singapore right now. it feels so good to be back to your birthplace after a year. it feels like home :) the last time i stepped my feet onto here, the building of marina bay sands had not been completed yet. they got quite some changes over here. stores are renovated and they look much more sophisticated. i guess i do miss lots of stuffs happening here and i'm trying to catch up during my 6 days trip here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. anyone willing to tell me what's good or new here besides orchard road? food, shop, anything :D thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-4651865769502764473?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4651865769502764473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/bless-me_03.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4651865769502764473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4651865769502764473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/06/bless-me_03.html' title='bless me.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-7107314655738526979</id><published>2011-05-29T23:03:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:21:14.798+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rmceEMyHQSA/TeJx4AemLOI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/PvWAlpA56Zw/s1600/IMG_7574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rmceEMyHQSA/TeJx4AemLOI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/PvWAlpA56Zw/s400/IMG_7574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612173292672003298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cjNEqNBRwk/TeJxPwK91YI/AAAAAAAAAtI/bOTTO-jiP3Y/s400/IMG_8183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612172601099933058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFwVgbo15TU/TeJw7Vxhb-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2vkzoF-f4yQ/s1600/IMG_8189.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFwVgbo15TU/TeJw7Vxhb-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2vkzoF-f4yQ/s1600/IMG_8189.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFwVgbo15TU/TeJw7Vxhb-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/2vkzoF-f4yQ/s400/IMG_8189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612172250416508898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPD9EkqGLhU/TeJwjjNR1rI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Yqgz4Lzw-18/s1600/IMG_8436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPD9EkqGLhU/TeJwjjNR1rI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Yqgz4Lzw-18/s400/IMG_8436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612171841705727666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_syYVe1hJnc/TeJwM37xiHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Tm0XnLUg5NM/s1600/IMG_8367.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_syYVe1hJnc/TeJwM37xiHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Tm0XnLUg5NM/s400/IMG_8367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612171452132460658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D4XpSTfe2I/TeJvp8TslhI/AAAAAAAAAso/MklBYdSfn2o/s1600/IMG_7568.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D4XpSTfe2I/TeJvp8TslhI/AAAAAAAAAso/MklBYdSfn2o/s400/IMG_7568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612170852011120146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXEKTfYD1Ck/TeJvNdu1nyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/KXNMrM-FRuA/s1600/IMG_7409.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXEKTfYD1Ck/TeJvNdu1nyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/KXNMrM-FRuA/s400/IMG_7409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612170362767122210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oqCs2QvumA/TeJu6vYNCCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/lCVknVvkVpY/s1600/IMG_7330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oqCs2QvumA/TeJu6vYNCCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/lCVknVvkVpY/s400/IMG_7330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612170041086511138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GmyoiArdfc/TeJujwRPHlI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2m7vDx-CbiA/s1600/IMG_7871.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GmyoiArdfc/TeJujwRPHlI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2m7vDx-CbiA/s400/IMG_7871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612169646188731986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-7107314655738526979?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7107314655738526979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7107314655738526979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/7107314655738526979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/shots.html' title='shots'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rmceEMyHQSA/TeJx4AemLOI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/PvWAlpA56Zw/s72-c/IMG_7574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8819908195673530799</id><published>2011-05-27T13:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:14:14.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. propellers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;guess i won't be uploading pics until i get back to my hometown cos idk how to move the pics from my camera to my new lappie. pardon my stupidity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i took a flight from portland to san fransisco this afternoon. it was quite a nice flight except for the fact that i was a bit shocked at the beginning. the plane was sooo small. it looked like the oldies ones with its huge propellers. there were so many dark clouds up there and it was raining. soooo i was pretty much scared (although it's a usual thing that i always feel whenever i take a flight. i'm a nervous flyer) during the whole flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the plane was so small that i accidentally bumped my head twice to the aircon above when i got up from my seat. and the toilet was even tinier! the old stewardess was very funnieh though with her constant jokes and dance which unavoidably made all the passengers laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was so cold here in san fransisco. we are staying here just for two days then we are heading to los angeles. i am so excited particularly bcs of disneyland. i'm a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fan of it since i was a little :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you know what, i hate when people start to write stuffs using brain-racking vocabularies these days, i mean those difficult ones. if you say it's cool, it ain't cool. not for me. cos first. i don't understand what they're actually trying to tell bcs of my limited vocabolo (hohoho). and second. why bother writing stuffs that ppl do not understand? sometimes you even apply them in the wrong sentences without your knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just wanna pour down what's on my mind. no offense :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8819908195673530799?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8819908195673530799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-propellers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8819908195673530799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8819908195673530799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-propellers.html' title='mr. propellers'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3791806195203775572</id><published>2011-05-26T13:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T13:56:56.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>corvallis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sooo, i'm still in the middle of my long trip to the states. we took a 10-hour flight from taiwan to seattle last wednesday. then we stayed in an apartment near u-dub. we visited lots of places there such as the pike place market, the uni, leavenworth, steven pass, bellevue and the space needle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and right now i'm in corvallis. it's a small city in oregon states. we are here cos my daddy wants to see his old school as he graduated from the OSU in 1984. we got loads of stupid stuffs happening over here. we were stopped by the police when we were on the highway as we were driving too slowly on the left side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;theeen, when we arrived at the hotel at midnight, my daddy went down to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;check whether they still had rooms available for us but he forgot to apply the handbrake. so, ugh. the car skidded. we were sooo freaked out inside, my mommy who sat in front tried to control the steer from her seat. luckily, she was a "good" driver that we managed not to hit other people's cars which were parked there cos the car suddenly stopped by itself. that was epic. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i got my new macbook. so i am goofing around with it now cos i still have no idea how it works. and the photo booth is kinda cool *i've never played with this kind of stuff before sooo, yea uhm* :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fl1-ziuL6ts/Td34gd31eXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/TP2Q28r8ee0/s400/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B23.48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610913947431827826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;will upload more pics soon. cya :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5337109993408238161-3791806195203775572?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3791806195203775572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/sooo-im-still-on-my-long-trip-to-states.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3791806195203775572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3791806195203775572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/sooo-im-still-on-my-long-trip-to-states.html' title='corvallis'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fl1-ziuL6ts/Td34gd31eXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/TP2Q28r8ee0/s72-c/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B23.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3216461392014952223</id><published>2011-05-14T21:58:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:43:19.192+07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell trip IX-01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNGecjTDlDw/Tc6jH0tIFYI/AAAAAAAAArw/-HO2McPzJ24/s1600/IMG_7077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNGecjTDlDw/Tc6jH0tIFYI/AAAAAAAAArw/-HO2McPzJ24/s400/IMG_7077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606597940925175170" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;one word for the trip : inspiring. everything went very well, albeit we went through some little fights. but see, it's already such a w o w for us to be able to organize the trip all by ourselves, from the accommodation, transportation, food, everything. we're only 15 guys, i am so proud. you know what i am actually wishing now? i wish time could rewind, so i could cherish every single second we spent together there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="maroon"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bukit kubuh and had lots of fun. we played cards and games. playing kites and running all around the field which left pains in my legs until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ616Qgx14k/Tc6jHjz1MxI/AAAAAAAAAro/aiCDr1NwFg0/s1600/aaaaaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ616Qgx14k/Tc6jHjz1MxI/AAAAAAAAAro/aiCDr1NwFg0/s400/aaaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606597936389894930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcyBtF80jMM/Tc6jG-3f1KI/AAAAAAAAArY/BlJ57hudw7w/s1600/aaaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcyBtF80jMM/Tc6jG-3f1KI/AAAAAAAAArY/BlJ57hudw7w/s400/aaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606597926473159842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTvwtqcZv80/Tc6jHFhnuaI/AAAAAAAAArg/jlG5TtVd6LY/s1600/aaaaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTvwtqcZv80/Tc6jHFhnuaI/AAAAAAAAArg/jlG5TtVd6LY/s400/aaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606597928260450722" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theeeeen, we had the spookiest night EVEEEER. when we were watching "vanishing on the 7th street", some of the boys rushed into our house, with their pale looks and shaky legs. they told us that they saw sth wearing white passing by them somewhere which inevitably left goosebumps all over our bodies. we turned off the tv and ran upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't sleep the whole night. their words really scared us. so some of us decided to chat until we fell asleep. i only slept for 1 hour. then at 4, the boys contacted us via blackberry messenger, telling us that we must not get out from the house before the sun rised. they told us that they heard sth like footsteps outside and someone kept knocking their windows (shit. now i have goosebumps on my arms). we were sooooo terrified!&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, we tried to solve this logically. it turned out that the white "thing" was the security guard who admitted that he wore a white jacket the night before. then the "thing" that knocked on the boys' window, was a dog or perhaps wind (at least this was the most logical explanation). so problem : solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="maroon"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfxFtERHDQk/Tc6jIECMEFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/k2c4r7mXup0/s1600/IMG_7096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfxFtERHDQk/Tc6jIECMEFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/k2c4r7mXup0/s400/IMG_7096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606597945040048210" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to mikie holiday and had quite some fun. riding all the attractions there. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played truth or dare at around midnight. i was quite surprised by some of their secrets. what we talked about... well, it's SECRET! :B then the truth or dare session turned into a confession moment. the most touching moment of the whole trip. tissue papers all over the table (yep. tears). we confessed abt what we like and dislike from someone. we talked abt our lives and friendship and guilt. however, only some of us got the chance to confess, as it was alrdy so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="maroon"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not talk about it. anyway i am satisfied of the trip. a lifetime experiece :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyITsomrf8I/Tc6kGLz7LeI/AAAAAAAAAsA/BXSdwlevkfQ/s400/IMG_7162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606599012279594466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics : &lt;br /&gt;PART 1: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1874505794320.2103373.1591458421&lt;br /&gt;PART 2: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1874810401935.2103395.1591458421&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3216461392014952223?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3216461392014952223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/farewell-trip-ix-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3216461392014952223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3216461392014952223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/farewell-trip-ix-01.html' title='farewell trip IX-01'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNGecjTDlDw/Tc6jH0tIFYI/AAAAAAAAArw/-HO2McPzJ24/s72-c/IMG_7077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-454792462851939646</id><published>2011-05-07T21:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:35:44.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'>finale :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after practising all night long, finally i got into the final round. this is such a good news! i even got the chance to participate in the master class :D thank God.&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo nervous before the competition began. my hands were as cold as ice and sweating, i got stomachache and felt like throwing up since last night. the last 24 hours had been hell. i'm so glad to learn that it's finally over! the final is in august which means i still have several months to prepare :D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; GOOOO!&lt;/span&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/5337109993408238161-454792462851939646?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/454792462851939646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/454792462851939646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/454792462851939646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/finale.html' title='finale :)'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-4018708201283863573</id><published>2011-05-06T22:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:39:32.118+07:00</updated><title type='text'>we loveeee cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/span&gt; are from clover. my mom's friends gave them to her. they're absobloddylutely cute, aren't they? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSWNVaCsdw/TcQaKuCz3BI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xaBRdEnYgVQ/s1600/IMG_6302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSWNVaCsdw/TcQaKuCz3BI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xaBRdEnYgVQ/s400/IMG_6302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603632607816571922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PISF6Dpp70/TcQaLW_yN8I/AAAAAAAAArQ/8guMG76918U/s1600/IMG_6330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PISF6Dpp70/TcQaLW_yN8I/AAAAAAAAArQ/8guMG76918U/s400/IMG_6330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603632618809735106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfHeBf0dXho/TcQaLGS-4-I/AAAAAAAAArI/ukn9kBMHUMg/s1600/IMG_6320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfHeBf0dXho/TcQaLGS-4-I/AAAAAAAAArI/ukn9kBMHUMg/s400/IMG_6320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603632614326854626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8H4-Lzzrog/TcQaK91hL5I/AAAAAAAAArA/YSLeMMIqMRI/s1600/IMG_6309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8H4-Lzzrog/TcQaK91hL5I/AAAAAAAAArA/YSLeMMIqMRI/s400/IMG_6309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603632612055789458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for tomorrow's piano competition. i wanna get into the final sooooo badly.&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/5337109993408238161-4018708201283863573?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4018708201283863573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-loveeee-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4018708201283863573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/4018708201283863573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-loveeee-cupcakes.html' title='we loveeee cupcakes!'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSWNVaCsdw/TcQaKuCz3BI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xaBRdEnYgVQ/s72-c/IMG_6302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-1597601713827292995</id><published>2011-05-02T16:02:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:19:12.082+07:00</updated><title type='text'>on stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm gonna have a piano competition this friday. i wish i won't suffer any stage fright, like i always do. cos most of my performances are screwed because of it. these 5 days are gonna rack my fingers and i'm gonna have bulging arms like mighty hercules! B) kinda regret the fact of not putting more efforts before. i got months to prepare but to be honest, i started to practice seriously two weeks before the competition. i hope this "one month *quite* intensive (my upright piano is beside my computer so you know how do i practise, don't you? ;;)) practicing" may bring me to the final :) wish myself gobs of luck! may god bless me. HOHOHO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ay6QLrHcOSI/Tb53Qu28wvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HJGa0aFc7v0/s1600/IMG_6257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ay6QLrHcOSI/Tb53Qu28wvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HJGa0aFc7v0/s400/IMG_6257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602046115835593458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dPy3ITOqmQ/Tb53QvnOM8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/qcuXEBZsykc/s1600/IMG_6219.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dPy3ITOqmQ/Tb53QvnOM8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/qcuXEBZsykc/s400/IMG_6219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602046116038063042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daLovoH3w1k/Tb51uImXGRI/AAAAAAAAApw/KLBDcqPlgu4/s1600/IMG_6256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eStNqzkzp84/Tb51u3QKyBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/0h_d087ubSE/s400/IMG_6275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602044434461673490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkcxOCGOpVU/Tb51ulo3qPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fCK6mZp-mDA/s1600/IMG_6231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkcxOCGOpVU/Tb51ulo3qPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fCK6mZp-mDA/s400/IMG_6231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602044429733439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7d12RniLcH8/Tb51uaBd6tI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xbxOafnGJ04/s1600/IMG_6227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7d12RniLcH8/Tb51uaBd6tI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xbxOafnGJ04/s400/IMG_6227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602044426615384786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-1597601713827292995?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1597601713827292995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/snapshots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1597601713827292995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/1597601713827292995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/05/snapshots.html' title='on stage'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ay6QLrHcOSI/Tb53Qu28wvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HJGa0aFc7v0/s72-c/IMG_6257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-3000649677804405499</id><published>2011-04-29T09:45:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:18:16.114+07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACANZE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so it's now holiday! i've got tons of ideas on how to fill my school break! some of my friends and i are planning to learn tennis. and i'm going to learn how to cook (masterchef really inspires me)! yep cook. i can't even imagine myself being in the kitchen. honestly, the only edible food that i can cook is : instant noodle. then our class is having a farewell trip to brastagi and i am soooo excited that i keep on counting days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends keep saying that they miss school and really wish to visit it soon. i don't miss it. even a bit. recalling how the teachers ruined my last day of school (previous post) + the way they "kicked" us outta school yesterday after we finished our exams really got on my nerves. why should i bother after all, stepping my feet onto school if my presence isn't even welcomed there? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i miss my friends. but for the sake of God, not sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. well, i have, literally, the best niece and nephew ever! yeah i'm an auntie in the age of 14. young one of course. they're my cousin's kids who live in HK. i can only see them once a year, or more depending on how busy their parents are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their personality are such contrary. the brother is like this type of kid who keeps on laughing, jumping, shouting (in a good way). and he is just so smart and funnieh. last night he visited my house and i tried to tease him. so it was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: "alex, do you have any girlfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;alex: "of course!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: "what's her name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;alex: "auooooo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while his sister was so quiet and calm. she has big eyes which are just SO BIG with long eyelashes. unlike mine. it was so easy to shoot his sister, cos when you say, "alodie, look at the camera!" then she will just stare at it silently and won't move even a bit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWlagTTTlt8/TbrCbbFVZpI/AAAAAAAAApA/29_pkwRp3dU/s1600/IMG_6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWlagTTTlt8/TbrCbbFVZpI/AAAAAAAAApA/29_pkwRp3dU/s400/IMG_6149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601002862971020946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM18Ft1pzd4/TbrCccD6ziI/AAAAAAAAApg/Masy3gCD5Ds/s1600/IMG_6184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM18Ft1pzd4/TbrCccD6ziI/AAAAAAAAApg/Masy3gCD5Ds/s400/IMG_6184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601002880413388322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2-Ne8w1xkY/TbrCcOWIDAI/AAAAAAAAApY/OLpFcfkcxz0/s1600/IMG_6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2-Ne8w1xkY/TbrCcOWIDAI/AAAAAAAAApY/OLpFcfkcxz0/s400/IMG_6155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601002876731657218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScuqyNVfH74/TbrCb2sx1lI/AAAAAAAAApQ/rdtVKig7qDQ/s1600/IMG_6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScuqyNVfH74/TbrCb2sx1lI/AAAAAAAAApQ/rdtVKig7qDQ/s400/IMG_6142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601002870384219730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XReHx0l4JE/TbrCbo4W9zI/AAAAAAAAApI/jGHzYcNQJcU/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XReHx0l4JE/TbrCbo4W9zI/AAAAAAAAApI/jGHzYcNQJcU/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601002866674693938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics on facebook :)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/media/set/fbx/?set=a.1841954100548.2101587.1591458421"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rV9_KlSySt4/TbrEQAlExOI/AAAAAAAAApo/TI9MNqsfAzc/s1600/IMG_5827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rV9_KlSySt4/TbrEQAlExOI/AAAAAAAAApo/TI9MNqsfAzc/s400/IMG_5827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601004865901085922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-3000649677804405499?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3000649677804405499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/vacanze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3000649677804405499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/3000649677804405499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/vacanze.html' title='VACANZE!'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWlagTTTlt8/TbrCbbFVZpI/AAAAAAAAApA/29_pkwRp3dU/s72-c/IMG_6149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-8881310071780752345</id><published>2011-04-20T22:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:11:10.534+07:00</updated><title type='text'>OTTOKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;forget about the title, that completely doesn't match my post. i set it as a title just bcs it sounds pretty cool like i'm saying "octopus" and i'm a HUGE fan of it. HEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;NE is approaching and i wish it'll pass quickly and i know i've been repeating this like zillion times! i am pretty apprehensive about it and bad thoughts are filling my mind. not that the questions are like errgghhh but some teachers are just kind of trying to scare us! they keep saying stuffs like : anything can happen. there are possibilities of you not being able to pass the exam, not bcs you're stupid, but just as they say before. perhaps :&lt;br /&gt;1. you eat chakuetiaw with freaking hot chilli sauce before you have your exam and your stomach reacts the next two hours. you can't concentrate on your work and you fail the exam. (ms ani)&lt;br /&gt;2. you write the wrong type of questions/name/examination number&lt;br /&gt;3. you wake up late and miss the test&lt;br /&gt;4. you accidentally tear the answering paper&lt;br /&gt;5. you use a 3B (like it even exists) instead of a 2B pencil&lt;br /&gt;6. you slip over a banana skin the day before and damage your brain&lt;br /&gt;7. you wash your hair early in the morning and forget everything that you've learnt&lt;br /&gt;well, the point isssss anything may occur and well, let's just pray :) and pls stop broadcasting stuffs like : if you don't forward this you won't pass your NE. stupid curse. you still believe in those kinds of stuffs? your fate ain't gonna be determined by that dumb message! -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i've been quite stuck with what stuffs am i gonna capture with my camera. pls gimme some ideas, anyone? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-8881310071780752345?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8881310071780752345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/ottoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8881310071780752345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/8881310071780752345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/ottoke.html' title='OTTOKE'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-2840750640929054439</id><published>2011-04-17T20:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:42:46.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lomo #01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PkqxWhWcll8/Tart4tfmDxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XEqJvYOYQjg/s1600/IMG_6062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PkqxWhWcll8/Tart4tfmDxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XEqJvYOYQjg/s400/IMG_6062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596547045501832978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's going to kill me if she knows i put this photograph on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-2840750640929054439?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2840750640929054439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/lomo-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2840750640929054439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/2840750640929054439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/lomo-01.html' title='lomo #01'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PkqxWhWcll8/Tart4tfmDxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XEqJvYOYQjg/s72-c/IMG_6062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6274784999570322028</id><published>2011-04-16T23:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:40:32.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you-know-who</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so... i'm officially out of A401. we left some impressions on our teachers. mostly bad ones honestly but thank god at least we left a memorable and good impression on our physics teacher. we had our sharing session this morning with him for 2 hours which inevitably left tears on our faces. don't say that we're exaggerating cos if you were there just now and with the melancholy atmosphere, i bet you're gonna cry as well. even the boys cried which was such a wow. but it's ok :) i'm glad that they weren't restraining their feelings. and the girls? swollen eyes everywhere with tissue papers all over the table. our physics teacher told us that he was trying to hold back his tears and we could see his eyes were teary. :'(&lt;br /&gt;the saddest part was when all those students who used to be punished by pak nainggolan, requested to be penalized one more time using our traditional way since yr 1 and even those diligent ones asked him to tweak their ears, including me! it felt nice seriously! awh :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last day as a jhs student didn't go as smooth as i wished it would be because of YOU-KNOW-WHO who was furious because of YOU-KNOW-WHAT. i'm so glad i don't need to step my feet onto school for a week till NE starts! i promised you i would post sth longer didn't i? this isn't it ok, perhaps i'm going to post it next week, or next month. tee-hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP1GcH81Gr0/TanDyIMb8rI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AUAn7T5u6RM/s1600/IMG_6022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP1GcH81Gr0/TanDyIMb8rI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AUAn7T5u6RM/s400/IMG_6022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596219277945074354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgXjWBplYGU/TanFLQYpRMI/AAAAAAAAAow/rHh9rJB78-8/s1600/IMG_6040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgXjWBplYGU/TanFLQYpRMI/AAAAAAAAAow/rHh9rJB78-8/s400/IMG_6040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596220809152120002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_rKkqSxsVg/TanDy2sW7bI/AAAAAAAAAoo/x90O-qWDNdU/s1600/imgtestfisheye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_rKkqSxsVg/TanDy2sW7bI/AAAAAAAAAoo/x90O-qWDNdU/s400/imgtestfisheye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596219290426994098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwTv0H8XZKg/TanDyXEeSxI/AAAAAAAAAog/6YcO6vsHwhw/s1600/IMG_5996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwTv0H8XZKg/TanDyXEeSxI/AAAAAAAAAog/6YcO6vsHwhw/s400/IMG_5996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596219281938205458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics trw on facebook...... i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-6274784999570322028?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6274784999570322028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-who.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6274784999570322028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6274784999570322028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-who.html' title='you-know-who'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP1GcH81Gr0/TanDyIMb8rI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AUAn7T5u6RM/s72-c/IMG_6022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337109993408238161.post-6683644679246242534</id><published>2011-04-15T22:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:26:54.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay tune.</title><content type='html'>won't we miss stuffs like this once we leave A401? :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UJa8CDAqt0/Tahfu1E7-kI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/R3w4s5Tz2EE/s1600/IMG_6027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UJa8CDAqt0/Tahfu1E7-kI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/R3w4s5Tz2EE/s400/IMG_6027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595827795134249538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm preparing for a longer blog post. stay tuneeed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337109993408238161-6683644679246242534?l=adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6683644679246242534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-tune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6683644679246242534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337109993408238161/posts/default/6683644679246242534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianathedairyfanatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-tune.html' title='stay tune.'/><author><name>Adriana Salim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392282053880513824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjG6SSpXc14/Tl-1dxWRZZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UbGM57dxreE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-30%2Bat%2B22.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UJa8CDAqt0/Tahfu1E7-kI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/R3w4s5Tz2EE/s72-c/IMG_6027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
