<?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-8460910284750159816</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:52:12.452+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-7667518417117830236</id><published>2009-03-28T23:12:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:47:17.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Obsession : MGMT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2802347220_0dfa8d3009.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2802347220_0dfa8d3009.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5OGD7a4TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_OJ8Ne_0xow/s1600-h/2874106737_7f5c3d1b5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5OGD7a4TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_OJ8Ne_0xow/s320/2874106737_7f5c3d1b5f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318274076011847986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5NiGmCAUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7fAS9Hm_g3s/s1600-h/2874936024_c0d745a51c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5NiGmCAUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7fAS9Hm_g3s/s320/2874936024_c0d745a51c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318273458252153154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stop listening to their songs.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop starring at Andrew VanWyngarden, because he's too cute :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5RRlbu5GI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GeYOPEZphyk/s1600-h/andrew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5RRlbu5GI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GeYOPEZphyk/s320/andrew1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318277572519191650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5RxxHZCeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3LzyP3L_SaU/s1600-h/3248917191_68032e7baf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5RxxHZCeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3LzyP3L_SaU/s320/3248917191_68032e7baf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318278125410912738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5SV4sVjCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aAmF7fXrb0I/s1600-h/3249745022_04acabec22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5SV4sVjCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aAmF7fXrb0I/s320/3249745022_04acabec22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318278745920212002" 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/8460910284750159816-7667518417117830236?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/7667518417117830236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=7667518417117830236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/7667518417117830236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/7667518417117830236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/03/current-obsession-mgmt.html' title='Current Obsession : MGMT'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sc5OGD7a4TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_OJ8Ne_0xow/s72-c/2874106737_7f5c3d1b5f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-5383662993639213157</id><published>2009-03-23T23:47:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:59:43.178+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vengeance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I NEVER forget a face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I NEVER forget what they did to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-5383662993639213157?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/5383662993639213157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=5383662993639213157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/5383662993639213157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/5383662993639213157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-never-forget-face-and-what-they-did.html' title='Vengeance'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-6885454540854815105</id><published>2009-03-12T20:12:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:19:44.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want! I want! I want!</title><content type='html'>I want a new shoe!&lt;br /&gt;Look at these superbly awesome shoes that simply can take your breathe away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoes.com/ProductImages/shoes_iaec1157637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.shoes.com/ProductImages/shoes_iaec1157637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Women Pepper by Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkSchNZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zue_ydo7wKE/s1600-h/Picture+22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkSchNZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zue_ydo7wKE/s320/Picture+22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297516620443634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dison by Aldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkTb-VLO4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Or4k3c-y-ag/s1600-h/Picture+24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkTb-VLO4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Or4k3c-y-ag/s320/Picture+24.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312298606769421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frowil by Aldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkUvJVvsaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B7cbbgrT64s/s1600-h/Picture+27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkUvJVvsaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B7cbbgrT64s/s320/Picture+27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312300035653743010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Seddon by Topshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkVqqLuVfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2pjlVnRGlxY/s1600-h/Picture+28.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkVqqLuVfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2pjlVnRGlxY/s320/Picture+28.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312301058082362866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like them all, but i really can't resist the one designed by Marc Jacobs! :s&lt;br /&gt;Aarghh, I want them all..&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/8460910284750159816-6885454540854815105?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/6885454540854815105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=6885454540854815105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/6885454540854815105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/6885454540854815105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-i-want-i-want.html' title='I want! I want! I want!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SbkSchNZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zue_ydo7wKE/s72-c/Picture+22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-2001766820241075885</id><published>2009-03-03T23:51:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:45:03.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times, Good Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've had a great time with my boyfriend and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really superbly awesome weekend. Too bad he only stayed for 3days. Yes, freakin 3 days for heaven's sake. It was too short for him to walk around Singapore and see all things. I didn't manage to show him and his cousin my favourite shopping place :(&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to buy a shirt and a shoe but he didn't find one. Ooh, poor him. In fact, I'm planning to buy him some when I get back to Jakarta, which is next month :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the city hall (esplanade &amp;amp; merlion), vivocity, clarke q, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1k40sRHCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ixe97JNkpIE/s1600-h/n572460224_2656632_6684753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1k40sRHCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ixe97JNkpIE/s320/n572460224_2656632_6684753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309010463119449122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1lME_jUFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EB_U5sPnmWo/s1600-h/n592834114_2152193_1963710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1lME_jUFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EB_U5sPnmWo/s320/n592834114_2152193_1963710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309010793912815698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1lvKo3iaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3Flnp74-ims/s1600-h/n592834114_2152164_7441640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1lvKo3iaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3Flnp74-ims/s320/n592834114_2152164_7441640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309011396723706274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1m3M-3-PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qrMhLl4p2Yc/s1600-h/n592834114_2152150_89649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1m3M-3-PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qrMhLl4p2Yc/s320/n592834114_2152150_89649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309012634303461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On saturday night, I met some of his highschool friends and we went to Clarke Quay. I hated the weather, it had been raining all day! We didn't do anything at Clarke Quay. After that we decided to go back to Orchard Rd and find a place to drink. My bf, his twin, and his friend bought some beers and we sat on the stairs in Lucky Plaza, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like that "jongos2" from Pinoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahhaa! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank God it was 1 am in the morning and there were no mbak2 jongos from Pinoy who'd like to picknicking  along orchard Rd, bawa bekal pake rantang, gelar tiker, dan ngutek2in temen2nya. Hehe. If some of you would like to see this bizzare group of mbak2 pinoy pickinicking, please do come to Orchard Rd on weekends. There will be tons of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On sunday, 3pm, I accompany my bf and his family to the Airport. I was too sad to say goodbye. I cried at the airport, and yeah, there were some people looking at me when I cried. Huhuh. But the hell with them, I was so sad, so what can I do?? :(&lt;br /&gt;I hate goodbyes. It sucks to be away with Ade again. Huffff. Oh well, I have to face it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll see you on 4th April, Babe! We'll celebrate my birthday together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love you.&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/8460910284750159816-2001766820241075885?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/2001766820241075885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=2001766820241075885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2001766820241075885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2001766820241075885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-times-good-times.html' title='Good Times, Good Times!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/Sa1k40sRHCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ixe97JNkpIE/s72-c/n572460224_2656632_6684753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-9174904901046563362</id><published>2009-02-23T23:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:39:45.278+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I totally can't wait for 27 feb. TOTALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;finally he will come here to visit me, even for only 3 days. But it's okay, it's better than not seeing him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago i was skype-ing with my Ade. I wasn't in a good mood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I blame PMS*&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;And then all of sudden i start to cry. I didn't even know why i was crying. Well, I admit that I kinda miss home and family. He tried to comfort me and suprisingly he said,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Hey, I will go there on Friday. Please stop crying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I didn't stop crying. My sad tears suddenly changed into a happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooooo frikin' happy that I can't even breath! I jumped on my chair and start laughing while my tears still burst out. He managed to tell me about it at the end of my exam day, but he said he couldn't stand seeing me cry so he told me immediately so i would stop crying. Aww! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the good news, Babe! Can't wait to see you on friday.&lt;br /&gt;We'll have a blast weekend. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SaLQIejYYTI/AAAAAAAAADk/_yPZQJ0-wUM/s1600-h/n1255670824_303955_3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SaLQIejYYTI/AAAAAAAAADk/_yPZQJ0-wUM/s320/n1255670824_303955_3003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306032155054858546" 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/8460910284750159816-9174904901046563362?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/9174904901046563362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=9174904901046563362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/9174904901046563362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/9174904901046563362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-totally-cant-wait-for-27-feb.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SaLQIejYYTI/AAAAAAAAADk/_yPZQJ0-wUM/s72-c/n1255670824_303955_3003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-4531605857198558623</id><published>2009-02-11T23:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:56:23.445+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you, that's it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's really really REALLY sucks when you miss someone but you don't know how to express it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all you can say is "hey, I MISS U SO MUCH" but you simply can do anything about it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh please someone take me home...&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/8460910284750159816-4531605857198558623?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/4531605857198558623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=4531605857198558623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/4531605857198558623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/4531605857198558623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-really-really-really-sucks-when-you.html' title='i miss you, that&apos;s it.'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-2274347758845296788</id><published>2009-02-06T21:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:39:48.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambing Jantan, sebuah film pelajar bodoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZknp2IQThk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZknp2IQThk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my God, I definitely can't wait to go back to Jakarta and watch this movie!&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting this movie since long time agoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this film is based on a blog written by my favourite author &lt;a href="http://www.radityadika.com/"&gt;Raditya Dika&lt;/a&gt;. i've been reading his blog since i was in junior high school. his story always makes me laugh to death! hehehe. his blog has already been made into book and now his book has been made into a film. serously guys, you should read his books. i bet you'll laugh your ass off. and after that i suggest you to watch this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the books which he wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.galeribagus.com/68651519/images/kambing-jantan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.galeribagus.com/68651519/images/kambing-jantan.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m316/radith_2006/cintabrontosaurus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 316px;" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m316/radith_2006/cintabrontosaurus.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vachzar.googlepages.com/cover-basot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 366px;" src="http://vachzar.googlepages.com/cover-basot.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is his film :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2100/92/39/58630281061/n58630281061_2019480_9977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 363px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2100/92/39/58630281061/n58630281061_2019480_9977.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope by the time I go home on March (hopefully), this film is still available at the cinema. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep my finger crossed : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-2274347758845296788?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/2274347758845296788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=2274347758845296788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2274347758845296788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2274347758845296788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/02/kambing-jantan-sebuah-film-pelajar.html' title='Kambing Jantan, sebuah film pelajar bodoh'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-7423435584356405784</id><published>2009-01-26T00:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:14:07.638+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>This is what I do everyday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wake up - doing assignments - going out - doing assignments - sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so monotone, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I need a break!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-7423435584356405784?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/7423435584356405784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=7423435584356405784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/7423435584356405784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/7423435584356405784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-routine.html' title='Daily Routine'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-334938784839076955</id><published>2009-01-20T22:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:34:44.392+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alit pradipta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:13 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kmu gak lanjutin bikin tugasnya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;niq mutiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:14 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iya nih lg mau lanjutiin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alit pradipta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:14 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;yg semangat ya sayanggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mendekati dead line lhoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;niq mutiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:15 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iya nihhh ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thx for the support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:16 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;br kali ini km nyemangatin aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:16 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alit pradipta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:16 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ihhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:16 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;engga kok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:16 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ak kan slalu mendukung kmu babee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;niq mutiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:16 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iya sih yaa. hehee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we do everyday. Chat and webcam, chat and webcam, chat and webcam.&lt;br /&gt;But he said something that really makes me, errr, i dont know. Happy, maybe? Or relieved?&lt;br /&gt;Errr i don't know exactly what it is. I often having difficulties on expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he said that I feel save. I know he always there for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, dear!&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/8460910284750159816-334938784839076955?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/334938784839076955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=334938784839076955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/334938784839076955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/334938784839076955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/01/alit-pradipta-1013-pm-kmu-gak-lanjutin.html' title='Someone Great'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-3682276441107759362</id><published>2009-01-20T21:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:05:52.109+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a daughter's instict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mungkin memang sudah dari sananya kalau seorang anak tidak bisa jauh-jauh dari ibunya. biarpun anak itu berusaha untuk sekali-sekali hidup terpisah dari orangtua dan mencoba untuk hidup mandiri di negeri orang. Apalagi anak perempuan yang sifat dari sananya sudah manja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku, pada awalnya semangat sekali untuk mengemban ilmu di negri orang.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pada awalnya tidak merasakan hal yang mereka bilang "homesick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, mungkin memang sudah menjadi naluri seorang anak kalau jauh dari Ibu pasti terbesit rasa rindu, walaupun sedikit. Ibuku menemaniku ke negri seberang ini. Dia dengan sabar menemaniku mengurus ini itu untuk keperluanku disini. Dia ikut kemanapun aku pergi sebelum pada akhirnya aku ditinggal sendiri disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari kelima, aku merasakan perasaan yang sangat tidak nyaman. Aku tidak mengerti apakah perasaan itu. Lalu aku melihat wajah ibuku. Semakin lama perasaan itu semakin kuat. Tanpa sadar mataku berkaca-kaca. Rasanya aku tidak mau berpisah dengan Ibu! Hampir setiap hari aku menangis. Saat itulah aku merasakan yang namanya "homesick". Aku baru tahu kalau rasa "homesick" itu sangat tidak nyaman. Setiap malam aku menangis, padahal Ibuku belum kembali ke tanah air. Aku tidak menangis di depan Ibu, tentu saja aku akan malu kalau ketahuan menangis. Aku hanya menceritakan kesedihanku kepada seseorang, laki-laki tentunya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia terus menyemangatiku dan menghiburku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari kepulangan Ibuku ke Jakarta, aku sudah tidak tahan lagi. Akhirnya aku memeluk Ibu dan berkata "Ma, jangan pulang!". Aku tidak perduli apa pendapat ayah dan ibu ketika melihatku menangis. Ayahku merasa iba waktu melihatku memeluk Ibu sambil menangis, dan dia berkata kalau gadis seumur aku tidak pantas untuk menangis seperti itu. Ibuku tidak bertindak apa-apa sewaktu aku menangis. Dia hanya berkata untuk konsisten terhadap apa yang sudah aku pilih. Ya, memang benar kata Ibu. Aku yang menginginkan ini dan aku harus bertanggung jawab. Tapi sumpah, waktu itu aku tidak tahan! Rasanya aku ingin pulang saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah puas menangis, aku merasa lega. Aku pasrah mengantar mereka ke Airport. Untungnya waktu itu aku tidak sendiri, ada saudaraku yang menemaniku. Tentu saja sebagai orangtua mereka memberikan nasihat-nasihat sebelum mereka memasuki "pintu selamat tinggal". Dan pada saat itulah aku merasa benar-benar sendiri di negri orang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm on my own now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua bulan berlalu, aku sudah mulai terbiasa dengan kesendirianku dan aku mulai menikmati kesendirian ini. Tapi aku tidak benar-benar sendiri, tentu saja aku punya sahabat-sahabat yang bisa membuatku senang disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hari yang lalu, akhirnya Ibuku kembali mengunjungiku disini. Selama tiga hari itu aku menemani dia kemana saja dia pergi. Hari ini, ayah dan ibu harus kembali lagi ke Jakarta. Seperti biasa aku mengantar mereka ke Airport. Tidak seperti kemarin-kemarin, kali ini aku tidak merasakan sedih. Setelah mereka memelukku dan memasuki "pintu selamat tinggal", aku bergegas ke stasiun kereta untuk pulang. Sesampainya aku dirumah, aku langsung tertidur. Waktu aku terbangun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanpa diundang&lt;/span&gt; perasaan sedih itu muncul lagi. Yah, selanjutnya ya seperti itu lagi. Menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, mungkin aku memang cengeng. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call me a crybaby or whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sumpah, aku tidak mau perasaan ini datang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was totally okay for the past 2 months.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had fun here, well, erase the college part :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ini memang naluri seorang anak kepada ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;Iya kan? Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-3682276441107759362?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/3682276441107759362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=3682276441107759362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/3682276441107759362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/3682276441107759362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2009/01/daughters-instict.html' title='a daughter&apos;s instict'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-5316763892638652498</id><published>2008-11-08T01:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:28:40.798+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;finally, the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be flying to another country for the sake of continuing my study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Dad for giving me such an opportunity. and thank you for believing me, i truly know that i've been such a spoiled daughter. i still remember last year you didn't let me go to another country bcos you knew that i wouldn't make it. but look at me now, i made it. i've worked on it :)&lt;br /&gt;i promise your money won't be a waste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be just like you, Daddy. hardworker, wise, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;thank you Mom.&lt;br /&gt;.. and thank You, God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna miss my friends here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-114.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1534097_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 267px;" src="http://photos-114.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1534097_2438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-114.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1534082_6061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://photos-114.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1534082_6061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-114.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1534054_7305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-114.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1534054_7305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Im gonna miss you, babe!&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much. see you on the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v371/31/57/1255670824/n1255670824_161108_3410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 267px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v371/31/57/1255670824/n1255670824_161108_3410.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8460910284750159816-5316763892638652498?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/5316763892638652498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=5316763892638652498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/5316763892638652498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/5316763892638652498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-4928704816283348517</id><published>2008-11-01T01:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:21:00.222+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Fires</title><content type='html'>i like watching [V] tunes : electronic on channel [V] and i've been downloading music from good electronic band.&lt;br /&gt;now i totally fall in love with this band. they're Friendly Fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b9.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00886/99/45/886545499_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 304px;" src="http://b9.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00886/99/45/886545499_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a546.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/l_2d1f83d7e58667c92f88efab8de43ca9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 304px;" src="http://a546.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/l_2d1f83d7e58667c92f88efab8de43ca9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do check 'em out on their myspace and listen to their songs &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/friendlyfires"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you who likes electronic music, i bet you'll like Friendly Fires as I do too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-4928704816283348517?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/4928704816283348517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=4928704816283348517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/4928704816283348517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/4928704816283348517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendly-fires.html' title='Friendly Fires'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-334605973809349305</id><published>2008-10-13T23:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:50:27.681+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine day</title><content type='html'>today I went to Ancol with my bf and we did some random photoshoots. It was friggin' windy. the shoots took place in the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1463223_7932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 206px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1463223_7932.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1463222_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1463222_1773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after that we went to Seggara. I always have the urge to go to that cozy place, and today, finally, he took me to Segarra.&lt;br /&gt;the place was quite awesome! especially for lovers *wink wink* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v357/31/57/1255670824/n1255670824_153658_7162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v357/31/57/1255670824/n1255670824_153658_7162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1463231_896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v363/246/36/592834114/n592834114_1463231_896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we sat facing the sea. talking about us, yes, just the two of us. drinking beer and eating sashimi. aah what a quality time we had! i really cherish that moment. and, still, i cant face the fact that i will leaving him soon, for singapore. and we are sooo going to do that long distance relationship thingy :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, the hell with that, i really really love him and i'd do whatever it takes to be with him.&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/8460910284750159816-334605973809349305?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/334605973809349305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=334605973809349305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/334605973809349305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/334605973809349305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-2713364906112120111</id><published>2008-07-19T21:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:39:30.918+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joker got me amazed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2218/2439824079_23f64cb01d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2218/2439824079_23f64cb01d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I went to the cinema with my bf. Oh, have I told you his name ? By the way his name is Ade  :D&lt;br /&gt;finally we watched "the dark night" FOR FREEEE. i got 2 free tickets from my cable TV company. My mom said it's totally up to me whether i give the other ticket to  Ade or to my little sister. On the last minute my sister told me that Ade could have that ticket, he was so thrilled when my sister gave that ticket to him, and then we went straight to Plaza Senayan XXI.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, beside watching batman for free, i got free popcorn and large pepsi also! oh what a weekend! we saved approximately Rp.100.000 for today. hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived, plaza senayan xxi was sooooo crowded, we couldn't even walk! most of them wanted to watch the dark knight also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can I say about the film ? it was sooooo GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;the joker was so damn evil, but that made the film even better. i was so amazed with his evilness and his trap. how could he make all the traps so organized ? woww....&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger played the role so well, but too bad he's passed away. what a pitty, isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget, Christian Bale (Batman) was soo handsome as hell :p&lt;br /&gt;overall, this film is one hell of a movie. you have to watch this and you'll be amazed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/2464635928_aba3019982.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/2464635928_aba3019982.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/1147069002_806b3191eb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/1147069002_806b3191eb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anywaaayyyy... yesterday was our 2 months anniversary. so i'd take today's date as a celebration. a romantic celebration with free movie tickets  :p&lt;br /&gt;I managed to give him some little gift but i ran out of idea. I didn't know what to give.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently two days ago my mom said i got 2 free movie tickets, so that was it, I gave him the ticket as my little anniversary gift. hehe. but i'm planning to give him another gift also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great movie, great boyfriend, and free movie tickets for two. so what could I ask for more? this day was SUPERB!  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-2713364906112120111?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/2713364906112120111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=2713364906112120111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2713364906112120111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2713364906112120111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-went-to-cinema-with-my-bf.html' title='the joker got me amazed!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-9052386693489955874</id><published>2008-07-16T01:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:26:10.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SHzx17klF8I/AAAAAAAAABM/OHD9AXI4Nrg/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SHzx17klF8I/AAAAAAAAABM/OHD9AXI4Nrg/s320/DSC00836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315576669411266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel love again.&lt;br /&gt;after a traumatic feeling about love, i'm feeling it again.&lt;br /&gt;i love every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most of all, i just love being with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, my super extraordinary boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Niq*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-9052386693489955874?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/9052386693489955874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=9052386693489955874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/9052386693489955874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/9052386693489955874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-love.html' title='Hello, love!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SHzx17klF8I/AAAAAAAAABM/OHD9AXI4Nrg/s72-c/DSC00836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-4169615066956931220</id><published>2008-07-12T19:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:15:42.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-lonely saturday night</title><content type='html'>it's saturday and here I am spending my saturday  night in my room.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what ? It feels relaxing! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday has come and i've been spending my time outside my home quite a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;every saturday I ALWAYS go out with my boyfriend offcourse, and this week i've been going out with a few friends too. I've been curled up with college stuff also, you know, like final exam and those assignments. Now that the holiday has come, so I will get the chance to stay at home, spend some quality time with my family, have 24 hours to fool around with my laptop and browse the internet till my eyes hurt, and spend more and more and more time with my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;oh it's just feels great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning I had an IELTS test &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*finally!*. &lt;/span&gt;And i think kinda screwed it up. I didn't do it well on the writing section. Masa sampe bisa ga slese sihh essaynya ???? Stupid me! Yea right, I feel soo friggin' stupid. My mother has spent a lot of money for my ielts preparation and english course and in the end I screwed it up. I feel so sorry for it, Mom! :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't known my score yet, but I hope my score is at least 5.5. It's the requrement for the singapore thingy. I don't want her to spend more money for another english couse there. BEcause it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIGGIN EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am in my room, my heaven, my sanctuary..&lt;br /&gt;I've been fooling around with my laptop since 2pm, browsing &lt;a href="http://kaskus.us"&gt;kaskus &lt;/a&gt;or everything and update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going anywhere today. Why ? Hmm, I don't know. I just don't want to. Maybe because my boyfriend is out of town so I'm not in the mood to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;He's finally back from Bandung and we'll meet immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-4169615066956931220?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/4169615066956931220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=4169615066956931220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/4169615066956931220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/4169615066956931220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-so-lonely-saturday-night.html' title='not-so-lonely saturday night'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-2141971929949781439</id><published>2008-07-11T20:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:56:32.687+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of those things</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I feel now. But I feel like I'm reaaaalllyy sick of those things. I wanna get rid of that. Im too lazy to do that anymore. Those things don't interest me anymore. Gosh, I wanna enjoy my holiday to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna hear is my enrollment result. I really hope that I got accepted.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is enjoying my holiday without any burden.&lt;br /&gt;After I hear my result, then I'll fly to the new country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna runaway from this immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I'll move to other country, and start a new life. I'll meet new people, studying in my new college, live in a place of my own, maintaining my self and try to be more mature.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to study there since i was graduated from high school. But I end up in some private university. Now since I get the chance to move so I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I really really hope that I got accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad to leave my family here.&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad to leave my friends here.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna leave him either.&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest part. But I have to keep going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one wish :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish he could go with me.......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-2141971929949781439?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/2141971929949781439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=2141971929949781439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2141971929949781439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/2141971929949781439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-of-those-things.html' title='sick of those things'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-3839243391304836886</id><published>2008-05-18T22:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:26:10.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally, after almost one year of being single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SHjOrVa2rjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5b95eR2pZG4/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SHjOrVa2rjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5b95eR2pZG4/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222151011815566898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes people.&lt;br /&gt;finally I got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so I guess my happiness is found&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/8460910284750159816-3839243391304836886?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/3839243391304836886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=3839243391304836886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/3839243391304836886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/3839243391304836886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SHjOrVa2rjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5b95eR2pZG4/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-3572836966805859234</id><published>2008-03-22T17:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:39:34.184+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness wanted!</title><content type='html'>I'm counting down the days to my 19th bday, counting and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking curious about what will happen on my bday ? Will I cry like hell, just like exactly what happened on my last birthday. FYI, I cried because someone heartless left me, without saying a proper goodbye, and he left me like I'm just a piece of shit. Maybe "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brokenhearted&lt;/span&gt;" would explain what I felt last year. If I look back into those creepy day, I was soooo down that day. I cried all night long and I kept asking to God, "Why is this happening on my birthday ? I should've been happy today, but look what I've got!".  I never wanna feel those sad feelings anymore, it was such a total breakdown for me.&lt;br /&gt;Those bday wishes that came from my friends could make feel better. Some of 'em called me and sang "Happy Birthday" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for my brthday is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanna feel the joy of my own birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a super big laugh with my friends. No more tears and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 weeks left till' my bday.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what will happen on that day. I hope something good will happen, and all my dreams will come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to send me some bday wishes y'all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-3572836966805859234?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/3572836966805859234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=3572836966805859234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/3572836966805859234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/3572836966805859234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness-wanted.html' title='Happiness wanted!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-1375543203394802885</id><published>2008-03-06T15:21:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:26:11.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus rocked my ass off!</title><content type='html'>This is like my dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;Finally I could meet time LIVE! I like them since I was in junior high. The first time when I heard "Wish You Were Here" from the Morning View album, I directly fell in love with those guys. Their music is so unique, they bring new sound to rock music. Especially with those special sound effects from DJ Chris Killmore which makes the band so special. Ooh I just love them to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the concert all alone. No friends to be with. But nevermind! I'd watch them even I was alone. I arrived at tennis indoor on 7pm and I directly entered the venue. I sat at the tribune in front of the stage. The show started at 8.30pm. Without saying hello to their fans, they began to sang "Quicksand" from their latest album, Light Grenades. Oh man I was too excited when they showed up on stage. Brandon Boyd was sooooo fucking sexy and he was extremely cool! He's the sexiest man alive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/R9ddPKsq4iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OxCObO0x8Ig/s1600-h/incubus_1433_3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/R9ddPKsq4iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OxCObO0x8Ig/s320/incubus_1433_3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176708811836809762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, they sang some of their got song such as "drive", "wish u were here",  and "nice to know you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list :&lt;br /&gt;1. Quicksand&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss To Send Us Off&lt;br /&gt;3. Nice To Know You&lt;br /&gt;4. Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;5. Anna Molly&lt;br /&gt;6. Vitamin&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Things&lt;br /&gt;8. The Warmth&lt;br /&gt;9. Drive&lt;br /&gt;10. Are You In?&lt;br /&gt;11. Pistola&lt;br /&gt;12. Talk Shows On Mute&lt;br /&gt;13. Sick Sad Little World&lt;br /&gt;14. Megalomaniac&lt;br /&gt;15. Stellar&lt;br /&gt;16. Circles&lt;br /&gt;17. Aqueous Transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/R9dghKsq4jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wtxK_y7HPIU/s1600-h/SL271781edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/R9dghKsq4jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wtxK_y7HPIU/s320/SL271781edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176712419609338418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/R9dhSKsq4kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rcUjcgG6QX4/s1600-h/SL271818edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/R9dhSKsq4kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rcUjcgG6QX4/s320/SL271818edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176713261422928450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What made me dissapointed with the concert are, they didn't sing "dig" and "antigravity", I really expected them to sing those songs.  And Brandon Boyd seemed cold to the fans, I mean, not as interactive as usual. :(&lt;br /&gt;He only said a couple of word to the fans like "thank you" and something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last song, they sang their chill out song "Aqueous Transmission". When the song ended, they left the stage one by one. Before Brandon left the stage, he said something that made the fans so hysterical, He said "&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;you guys are so much fun tonight, we are sorry we haven’t been to Jakarta before. But I promise you we will see you guys really soon". See, you promise us, Brandon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.03.08, I will never forget this date, EVER!&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/8460910284750159816-1375543203394802885?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/1375543203394802885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=1375543203394802885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/1375543203394802885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/1375543203394802885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/03/incubus-rocked-my-ass-off.html' title='Incubus rocked my ass off!'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/R9ddPKsq4iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OxCObO0x8Ig/s72-c/incubus_1433_3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-1169708981253219592</id><published>2008-03-05T02:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:09:52.551+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Vomitting...</title><content type='html'>I didn't go  to college today because I was too lazy to go there. Haha! There are several reasons why I didn't come today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to woke up early in the morning *&lt;i&gt;like always&lt;/i&gt;*, but I suddenly forced my self to wake up and go to the bathroom. But then, When I poop, I got a problem with my digestive system.  And I bet you already know what I mean... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed to have anthropology class and accounting class today. But I've planned to attend the anthropology class only because I have to go home soon because I have to get ready for incubus's concert tonight. Plus, my university has a policy that allow student to not attend the classes on the first week of new semester. It means that the first week of every new semester all students are considered attending  the class even if we are absent. Since I have a problem with my digestive system and that university policy , so why should I bother going to campus ????? And then I got back to sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last relationship, I promise my self not to have another relationship with any other guy. My last relationship was okay  *&lt;i&gt;no, not with you, dutch bastard! I've moved on!!!!&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ehhm sorry for the bad words. Yeah my last relationship with this guy was really okay. It was a relationship with a guy from my highschool. But the thing was I realized that I wasn't ready for another relationship. I've had enough with it. &lt;b&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the good thing is me and my ex from my highschool are still friend.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm being care less of everything that related to guy thing. For me they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done vomiting my words now.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the concert tonight. Yeaaah Brandon Boydd, can wait to meet youuu! Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you about the concert tomorrow. See Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jakartaconcerts.com/media/incubus.gif" _fcksavedurl="http://www.jakartaconcerts.com/media/incubus.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.jakartaconcerts.com/media/incubus.gif" _fcksavedurl="http://www.jakartaconcerts.com/media/incubus.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-1169708981253219592?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/1169708981253219592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=1169708981253219592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/1169708981253219592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/1169708981253219592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/03/word-vomitting.html' title='Word Vomitting...'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-9177726127879900743</id><published>2008-03-05T02:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:41:25.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_292x410.jpg" _fcksavedurl="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_292x410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_292x410.jpg" _fcksavedurl="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_292x410.jpg" height="341" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Juno McGuff!&lt;br /&gt;I adore her so much. Well, not because of her pregnancy ofcourse. I dont know, I just adore her. She's pretty, very laid-back, innocent and funny. For those who haven't watched this move, you should watch this movie. This film is about a tomboy girl, Juno mcGuff,  who got pregnant with her bandmate. Just like most pregnant teenager do, she thinks about abortion, killing her self and stuff. I know it sounds like just an ordinary cheesy teenage drama comedy, but in fact IT'S NOT! It's totally extraordinary! You have to watch it to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, she decided to keep the baby and after the baby is born, she gonna give it to a couple who can't have a baby. She had found the perfect couple who wants to adopt her baby. But I love the way she lives her life with her big belly for 9 months. She doesn't regret it at all. And what suprise me the most is she still goes to school with pregnant belly. You know, a girl with a pregnant belly at school , all the kids at school always stare at her whenever she goes and they will give those mean words about you and stuff. Haha! This film is totally interesting, funny, out-of-the-box, and ...romantic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack is very interesting also. The music is catchy and easy-listening. The singer is not the famous band or singer that we often see on tv, they're not very famous but its worth to hear some of their music. When I heard the music on the movie I was like "oh, what's that song? It's good!". And I ended up with download all the songs from Juno's soundtrack from the internet. Haha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my schedule for this semester is really really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to college from monday to friday, from 07.30 to 15.30, or 10.15-15.30 which is very sucks for me. Last semester I only went to college from tuesday-friday, I had no classes on monday so I can sleep longer. But now I won't have those glorious time anymore. Oh poor me! Well whatever it is, I have to make a resolution for this semester :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more skipping class! *&lt;i&gt;yeah right, like I'm totally gonna do this&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be on time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up @ 5.30am *&lt;i&gt;which is sucks....&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I hope I can increase my GPA this semester. My GPA on my last semester, for me, was quite awful and still far from my expectation. Oh man I've been so damn lazy lately. Arrrgghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I won't forget this thing, i'll keep my eye on him ofcourse. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staring at him is such a pleasure for me, and I don't know why...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8460910284750159816-9177726127879900743?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/9177726127879900743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=9177726127879900743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/9177726127879900743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/9177726127879900743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-juno-mcguff-i-adore-her-so-much.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-5275005458671792645</id><published>2008-03-03T02:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:39:55.152+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like I told you on my previous blog post, I went to Bogor, the rain town with my friends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there at around 4pm. One of my friend said that she wanted to buy some asinan bogor, so were we. So we went to Gedung Dalam to buy it. They say that its the best asinan in Bogor. It cost Rp.10.000 per pack. I bought 1 pack of fruit asinan for my mommy, she likes it so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Roti Unyil Venus. The place was soooo crowded. Since I was too lazy to line up so I didn't buy anything from that place. I always lazy to que on something when it's too crowded, especially for food. Oh what a waste! My frieds were like so excited to buy that roti unyil and they would line up to get those tiny bread! So what did I do there ? I just sat on the chair, eating martabak while I waited for them. Hey, the martabak was good tho! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after we went to Roti Unyil Venus, we went straight to Gumati cafe. Oh man, I was too hungry. And i can't wait to eat sundanese food too!&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there at 5 pm. The cafe was beauuutifullll. We can watch the view of the mountain and the village from it.  Hehe. I ordered nasi uduk. My 3 friends ordered nasi timbel, and the other one ordered mini nasi tumpeng. After we ate, we took some photos. Girls love to take a picture, don't they ? Hihihi. After we took photos we played Capsa, and I lost. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/nickyniq/pic/00001f7z/" _fcksavedurl="http://pics.livejournal.com/nickyniq/pic/00001f7z/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The foof we ate" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/nickyniq/pic/00001f7z/s320x240" _fcksavedurl="http://pics.livejournal.com/nickyniq/pic/00001f7z/s320x240" align="left" border="0" height="191" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8pm the cafe's band started to play. My friends and me had some tricky idea. We decided to ask one of my friends, Monika, to sing with the band. Monika has a beaaauuuutiful voice and she auditioned for Indonesian Idol too. She agreed to sing with the band. Oh man, her voice was super great! Everyone in the cafe stared at her, poisoned by her beautiful voice. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 9.30pm so we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Then I arrived at 10pm. I gave my mom her asinan that I bought and I went straight to my room and uploaded some photos to my facebook. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of 2nd semester. And I have a shitload of activities tomorrow. Including the big meeting with the seniors and alumnae. Arrrghhhhh!!! :(&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/8460910284750159816-5275005458671792645?l=nickyniq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/feeds/5275005458671792645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8460910284750159816&amp;postID=5275005458671792645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/5275005458671792645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8460910284750159816/posts/default/5275005458671792645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyniq.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-like-i-told-you-on-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Niq Mutiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068670858083082564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Aj-6_t8n6c/SXyqxRR010I/AAAAAAAAACs/kRbbDSZ5iZM/S220/Photo+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460910284750159816.post-4759315719744985693</id><published>2008-03-03T02:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:37:09.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hello my freshly-made blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to have you in my little part of  life. You're my trashcan to my word vomit. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its already 5 in the morning now. I have to go to sleep. Okay, I give you a little sneakpeak about what i've done all day.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Bogor playin' around with my fellaz. We ate sundanese food (my favourite) @ Gumati, and took a shitload of photos. Yeehaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok blog, im tired and im off to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Promise to write you tomorrow. 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