<?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-2029534258693949805</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:42.038-07:00</updated><category term='FOOD'/><category term='GOSSIP GIRL'/><category term='MOVIES'/><category term='CRUSH'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='FUN'/><category term='books'/><category term='SPORTS'/><category term='SCHOOL'/><category term='TWILIGHT'/><title type='text'>HIME-SAMA NO HEYA</title><subtitle type='html'>CONFESS IT ALL HERE
.. let the world know who you are ..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3821248054873489604</id><published>2008-10-23T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:18:02.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>visitme</title><content type='html'>I MOVED, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://himesamanoheya.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://himesamanoheya.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-3821248054873489604?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/3821248054873489604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=3821248054873489604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3821248054873489604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3821248054873489604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/10/visitme.html' title='visitme'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7592354988558448534</id><published>2008-05-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:06:21.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold &amp; Kumar; Boiling Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Kumar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm always late, don't you? Yeah, I just watched Harold &amp;amp; Kumar yesterday with my cousin and his girlfriend. We are Theater students, so we know this stuff. I completely understand it, too; I got an A for my mid, babe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The movie is fucken funny!!!!! I couldn't stop laughing! We ALL couldn't stop laughing; but man, I was laughing so hard. I couldn't control it, okay, you guys should watch the movie, and be prepare. I'm serious. HILARIOUS. RIDICULOUSLY HILARIOUS. but you know, there are some gross parts. TOTALLY GROSS. trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, for me, I think, is just a total comedy. Friendship, love, a funny adventure. The Indian guy, Kumar, is unbelievably funny. and the poem he wrote is totally lame. or not. I think it's cute. HAHAHA.. he's like a total math geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, it was worth it, you know. You should watch it. I totally recommend it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at Boiling Crab yesterday. Whoa, it was fun.. and different. I mean, no plates, totally dirty, with hands. Quite an experience. I think it's pretty good. It's just a normal seafood restaurant, with normal crabs, normal shrimps. delicious fries! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;current state: stressed out. worrying bout this friggin presentation.. i am no expert in the field, whereas HE had a pretty damn good presentation. my team mates will do much better... wht if I receive low grade here? THAT IS SO NOT FUNNY. getting a B for not being able to speak in front of people? and bcoz my english sucks????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-7592354988558448534?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7592354988558448534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7592354988558448534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7592354988558448534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7592354988558448534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/harold-kumar-boiling-crab.html' title='Harold &amp; Kumar; Boiling Crab'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-6634033478006204589</id><published>2008-05-25T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:27:09.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn edward cullen, why aren't YOU real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;after watching the trailer of twilight the movie for officially the hundredth time or so.. (i am exaggerating; you guys know that, don't you?) anyway, yes, after watching the teaser trailer or whatever it's called.. and seeing tons of pictures from Yahoo, i am so in love.. i can't wait to see the movie. just hold it, it's not like i am not in love with twilight before i saw the trailer.. but once i saw it, i love twilight ever more. OMG, i just realized that robert pattinson can be edward. he can, i'm pretty sure of that. Kristen Stewart, well, i always say that she's the ideal Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, edward.. damn it. (or here, it's robert pattinson since he plays edward!), that crooked smile of yours will seriously kill me!! omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-6634033478006204589?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/6634033478006204589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=6634033478006204589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6634033478006204589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6634033478006204589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-edward-cullen-why-arent-you-real.html' title='damn edward cullen, why aren&apos;t YOU real?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8208192515643121984</id><published>2008-05-24T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:53:48.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>6 super serious facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm inspired. Due to the fact that I'm bored, and I am definitely in love with myself; here goes a couple of "serious" facts about me. definitely not funny. not joking. not wacky. just serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. I can be in love with fictional characters. to be honest, i kinda am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I hate being alone, but sometimes, i wanna be left alone. oh well. most of the time, i don't. i always want at least someone to accompany me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. I need someone to love me. Well, not exactly, I'm not looking for someone who's deeply in love with me. all those romantic, passionate, real, serious, complicated relationship. at least, for now, i don't. i just want someone who understands me. who knows me, and more importantly, accepts me. i want someone to be with me, and i can be myself when I'm with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I suck at making the right decision. I've always thought if I have made the right decision. Shortly, I rarely trust myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. I spend a lot of time wondering what it'll be like if everything goes back to the way it was. When I was still in Jakarta--with my parents, my little brother, my friends.. goes back to when life wasn't this complicated and miserable. when happiness would fill the air most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. There isn't a word "enough" apparently for me. I want this.. I want that.. I want to be taller. I want to be thinner. I want to have a lot of money. I want to be beautiful. I want to get good grades. I want to be happy. I want to have fun. I wish the weather isn't this cold.. but not this hot. Get it? It's never enough. Why can't I just accept everything? Count my blessings, since there are still a whole bunch of people who isn't as lucky as me. I just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only six. I'll add more later on. and hopefully, it isn't this serious. i just had a bad day. so yeah.&lt;/span&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/2029534258693949805-8208192515643121984?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8208192515643121984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8208192515643121984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8208192515643121984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8208192515643121984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-super-serious-facts-about-me.html' title='6 super serious facts about me'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8149848759428162310</id><published>2008-05-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:30:47.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>life's a bit*h, face it, dude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i feel like no one's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going back to where I actually belong.. with my real family back in Indonesia.. or at least, my life isn't this boring with my cousin chelsea here. now she's in NY, hoahm. i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my friend is now hanging out with the rest more often. barely meets up with me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my dad doesn't check his email as regularly as he used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks.. doesn't that crazy, except the fact that final is in 2 weeks.. but i need something like homework to keep my mind busy. i don't want to think about my life before. if i can have something in my life, it would be happiness. it's the best feeling in the world. i hate being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i can't wait to go to NY. I'm sorry pop, mom, if i spend lotsa money here.. and in NY later. i promise i won't. at least i'll try. i'm sorry, being there, especially with my best cousins, i'll have fun. not like this. no one's here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always depend on people. when i think by going here i'll be independent, i'm wrong. i do not own a car, due to the fact i can't drive, and lack of money to buy a car, and gas, apparently. i can't go anywhere. there's nowhere to escape. and there's no one with here with me. sh**. life's a bi**h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8149848759428162310?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8149848759428162310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8149848759428162310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8149848759428162310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8149848759428162310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifes-bith-face-it-dude.html' title='life&apos;s a bit*h, face it, dude.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8537562224430911640</id><published>2008-05-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:33:27.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>bad guys = good guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OK, so this is my 2nd post in a day.. oh well. what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading Naruto 401, insane, eh? 401, can you imagine that? and still, there are more coming! I'm planning to continue reading Bleach, but uh-uh, my finals are in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't know.. I feel like.. stories.. the antagonists of the stories are actually good people. For example, Itachi from "Naruto"; everyone believed that he was a traitor, a murderer.. but he was actually a hero. he died for a mission, which was to kill the entire clan, in order to protect the village.. he killed his parents, his lover, everyone in the clan, except his little brother.. he couldn't bear to kill him.. he protected him. and he died in his brother's hands a murderer, a traitor, and he didn't care. he just wanted to make sure that his little brother was safe and strong. he wanted him to gain new power, that was why he didn't want him to know the truth. even until he died. omg. well, although at first I thought he was a bad guy; he was still one of my favorites, you know. he's good-looking! and has power, no doubt about that! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example that I can think of is Severus Snape from "Harry Potter". Everyone thinks he was the bad guy. he was the spy, sent by Voldemort. He was a Death Eater. and when he nearly died, he asked Harry to see the truth. and the truth came out. he was the best guy, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;See? All those examples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8537562224430911640?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8537562224430911640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8537562224430911640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8537562224430911640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8537562224430911640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-guys-good-guys.html' title='bad guys = good guys'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4560120264132602257</id><published>2008-05-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:24:51.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><title type='text'>we, little kids, did have fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDbwIPWvzII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5v9p79Vekug/s1600-h/candice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDbwIPWvzII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5v9p79Vekug/s400/candice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610443824745602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: oma, candice, clifford, chelsea, ashley, nicole, opa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well, I just received this picture yesterday.. I love this photo so much! oh well, you guess right, I haven't seen this picture until five months ago, but you understand how I feel right? I mean, look at that.. cousins. we did have fun when we were little kids! haha, i can see that koko clifford was so close with cici candice, probably they're still close! haha, and well, cici chelsea and I were close, too, now, yeah, maybe :) ashley.. hahahah, she was.. I don't know. well, I admit, all of us used to make fun of her! but, well, she was cute! :P&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/2029534258693949805-4560120264132602257?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4560120264132602257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4560120264132602257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4560120264132602257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4560120264132602257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-little-kids-did-have-fun.html' title='we, little kids, did have fun!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDbwIPWvzII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5v9p79Vekug/s72-c/candice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-841602584206131588</id><published>2008-05-20T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:43:16.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOD'/><title type='text'>diary entry typa blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm so in love with blogging, that's why I'm here right now. Does anybody want to guess what time is it now? Let me just tell you the answer, it's 3:31 AM right now. AM, and I'm still up. opening http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com. Good job, Nicole. Well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick reviews on what I did today. I went to school as usual. I woke up at 6, which means I am totally in need of some sleep. I got my test back, which is pretty good (thank goodness the teacher gives grades on curves!) We had dinner at Wood Ranch since today is my second cousin's birthday. Yummy babyback ribs, mac and cheese, and french fries. oh, don't forget the tortilla chips with spinach artichoke! :P yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My cousin has a girlfriend. I think. I've seen her a lot lately. I used to see her only at school on Thursday since we have the same class. I saw her two days ago (I had lunch at Hurry Curry where she works). I saw her yesterday (My cousin asked her to go with him to my cousin's graduation party). I saw her just now, well this night. or I don't know, i'm confused, minus all by a day! Yeah, she was at the birthday dinner. She's pretty, I admit, and she's nice, too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gossip Girl season finale. Uggghh.. Why??? Whyyyyy?????? Why???? I love the fact that Chuck and Blair are back together. but then, what happened at the last part of the episode? Chuck is back being Chuck Bass? Ugh. Noo.. Serena is spending more time with Nate? And Vanessa with Dan? wtf????!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow's American Idol. I'm rooting for David Cook!! But the little David isn't that bad either, but I'm saying that he is not American Idol material, you know what I mean? He suits the Disney's movies perfectly. He should replace like Zac Efron or anyone from the Disney's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, the final of Champions League. Manchester United vs Chelsea. There's Christiano Ronaldo, and I've loved MU since I was in 6th grade. MU is basically my first fav football club! But I love Chelsea, too. :( Anyways, I don't know. What I know is I want to watch the match so bad. I really don't feel like going to class on Wednesday. The match starts at 10.30 AM, I heard. That's why! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;School is crazy! AS USUAL. but it keeps getting out of control. sick!&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/2029534258693949805-841602584206131588?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/841602584206131588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=841602584206131588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/841602584206131588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/841602584206131588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/diary-entry-typa-blog.html' title='diary entry typa blog'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-1004381182724134780</id><published>2008-05-18T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:30:19.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOD'/><title type='text'>R-A-N-D-O-M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There was a huge fight here at home. Well, I can't blame my cousin though. I bet it hurts so much when someone talks that way about someone she really likes. I just realize--well, I always think so--that my cousin, koko, is a really nice man. He's a really good brother as well as son--that's for sure. He's a fab cousin as well. :) I can't tell much, but yeah, there was a lot of drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot. Weekends. Always. Always. My cousin will fly for NY this Tuesday. With she's gone, I bet I can get thinner--just pray!! and of course, study harder :) there's less distraction, ya know! Yeah, again, I ate a lot. Let me think. I drank&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a cup of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. I ate.. I forgot, seriously. I'm pretty sure it's carbs though. Either toast or pancakes. or was it cinnamon twist? Croissant? Yeah, I'm sure it's &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;carbs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;omigosh, the next food is fucken fattening. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chili cheese fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! can you believe it? Next is Pinkberry.. Not a regular one, it's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shaved ice Pinkberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is totally yummy. I recommend it, but then, you gotta find someone to share that with, because it's huge! For dinner--at a party! a really boring one, FYI--I ate &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pasta, tortilla chips, crackers w/ brie, choco-coffee cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (unbelievably yummy!), &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beef, a bowl of cherry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OMG. I just realize that I really did eat a lot. OMG, i'm so f***ed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enough of the food talk. That makes me hungry. again. :( So yeah. We went to see a movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: PRINCE CASPIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDEWa4eAd7I/AAAAAAAAATs/lMwR0Mngh9w/s1600-h/caspian-teaser[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201963695680288690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDEWa4eAd7I/AAAAAAAAATs/lMwR0Mngh9w/s400/caspian-teaser%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Man, he's hot! :P I should stop. Anyway, it's a pretty good movie, a little bit boring and unrealistic actually. but..!!! you know that you shouldn't hear someone like me--a fantasy movie slash book buff! Well, I love it, although I like the first one better. Doesn't matter--there's an eye-candy. totally. don't deny it, especially all of you girls--look at him--tell me he isn't handsome. see, he's such a hot hunk. I admit, he sounds weird when he's talking. HAHA, when he starts talking, I was like "Ugh, seriously man, you should stop talking, and just stand there, act cool, fight--just don't talk." LOL. It sounds weird, but he looks fab. :P Oh shiit, I forgot that I ate &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while watching the movie! Hey, there's no fun watching a movie w/o popcorn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWILIGHT THE MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDEX4oeAd9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/cU4uKhpENlU/s1600-h/poster_exclusive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201965306293024722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDEX4oeAd9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/cU4uKhpENlU/s400/poster_exclusive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's no need for me to talk much about that poster, right? You can tell, right? Tell me you understand what I'm saying. Yes! That's the official Twilight Poster. One word from me: PERFECT. oh plus another 3 words: I LOVE IT. I can see Bella in Kristen Stewart. Edward in Robert Pattinson? Yeah, there is, but well, not really. Edward in my head, as I have always told everyone, is this perfect vampire. but i can see the 'extraordinary'. He looks kinda scary. he's a vampire, what do you expect? HAHA, well, i love it. period. anywayss. it looks nice, doesn't it? I can see that Edward (Pattinson) is super protective. Look at that! Awww.. so sweet, eh? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I just saw a poster! Bleach the movie! I can't watch it, sadly. It will be on the theatres on June 11 and 12. only 2 days. and I will be in SF. I wanna watch it!!! Ugh, ish okay, I'll buy the DVD in Indonesia :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And s***, I ate a lot today, too! &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cinnamon twist w/ coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. btw, 2 cups! I've become a coffee addict. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whopper Jr, french fries, cheesy tots! bbq party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at my cousin, Cici Nini's apt. &amp;amp; his husband, James' apt, of course.&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Satay, watermelon, strawberry, cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! omigosh. oh yeah, my cousin's graduation is today. it was fucken hot, man. :( congrats to her, she's a lawyer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-1004381182724134780?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/1004381182724134780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=1004381182724134780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1004381182724134780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1004381182724134780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/r-n-d-o-m.html' title='R-A-N-D-O-M'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SDEWa4eAd7I/AAAAAAAAATs/lMwR0Mngh9w/s72-c/caspian-teaser%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-316887251936343253</id><published>2008-05-17T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:35:15.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><title type='text'>WUTHERING HEIGHTS (1939)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is much easier for me to just write--express my feelings and opinions--here in my own personal blog slash world. One thing: It will a very long time (trust me!) for me to write a paragraph.. It feels wrong, you know? It just isn't write, like I know there's something wrong with my writing. Perhaps, it's because of my "perfectionist" side. I mean, those essays will be graded by the teacher, but right here, I can write anything, seriously, I mean it, ANYTHING. Who will read it, anyway? I don't care. Not like I know everyone. Or they know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the original version of "Wuthering Heights". Here, note this, I've been working on this research project for God knows how long, that I even remember all these stuff! (FYI, I'm not cheating!) It was released in 1939. William Wyler was the director, and the producer was Samuel Goldwyn. It was still in black and white. Young Merle Oberon was Catherine Earnshaw, and Laurence Olivier acted as Heathcliff. Let me think.. Geraldine Fitzgerald as Isabella Linton, and David Niven as Edgar Linton. That's all. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For you who don't know this movie.. or never hear about this movie. or NEVER hear ANYTHING, or never hear people mentioning this movie called Wuthering Heights. Allow me to introduce it to you guys.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights is a classic romance--just like Pride and Prejudice, (Now you're interested, I know that!) but it's a tragic movie! It's a tale of love, revenge, and tragedy. Those three words can perfectly define Wuthering Heights. I think 1939's Wuthering Heights was the best one ever created. Or maybe, it's even better than Emile Bronte's novel? I don't know. I haven't finished reading the book. Sorry, school is insane! I've becoming a classic buff. One thing I like most about Wuthering Heights is its simplicity. The movie omitted the whole second generation--no Hareton, Linton, or little Cathy. It focused less on Heathcliff's wrath post Cathy's death, but more on the complexity of Heathcliff and Cathy's relationship. That's why I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Most people think that Heathcliff was the evil one. I don't know, I don't quite agree with those who say so! I think Cathy was the 'crazy' one. Heathcliff didn't damn break her heart. It was Cathy who broke Heathcliff's and her own heart. How could she say that it would be degrading for her to marry Heathcliff? And in a minute, she went on, blabbing about how she loved Heathcliff. The way she WAS Heathcliff. I remember perfectly what she said. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If all perished, and he remained, I should continue to live, but if everything remained, and he was annihilated, then the world would turn into a mighty stranger."&lt;/span&gt; Was she mad??? And she decided to marry Edgar--for his money!! Well, I can't say that she was making the wrong choice for choosing Edgar over Heathcliff, but if she couldn't shove her feeling towards Heathcliff away, then so be it. She didn't have to marry Edgar--in that case, she would break three hearts at one time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heathcliff was moody, churlish. He was crazy, full of revenge, bitter, but he was so gentle, tender and sweet, just towards Cathy. I might say that he was one of the most complicated fictional character ever. But since I'm smart (Joking!), I can quite understand him. He decided to marry Isabella, Edgar's sister, to get a revenge. He would destroy everything that separated him with Cathy. All he did was fighting everyone--and everything!--that kept him from being with Catherine. That was how much he loved her. How could she? He even told Cathy to be with him.. she couldn't rest if he was still in the world. she could take any forms, just she couldn't leave him alone in the darkness. he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I can't live without my life. I can't die without my soul."&lt;/span&gt; Man, how sweet is that? LOL. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The characters were perfect. The actors and actresses were just brilliant, they could portray their respective characters just nicely. The cinematograpy was divine, awesome! One of the finest movie! One you have to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SORRY FOR THE LACK OF SUMMARY. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED, NOT THAT YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS WRITING ABOUT.. ANYWAY, IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN JUST GO ON TO YOUTUBE AND WATCH THE WHOLE MOVIE. YOU WON'T REGRET IT. IT'S A VERY NICE MOVIE. :) FOR ALL THOSE GIRLS (OR BOYS!) WHO LOVE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, MANSFIELD PARK, ANY CLASSICS, THIS MOVIE SUITS YOU! OH, BRINGING UP THE BABY IS ALSO VERY ENTERTAINING. SEE HOW SMART I AM (THANKS TO PROF. SIERRA AND HIS THEATER CLASS!) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-316887251936343253?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/316887251936343253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=316887251936343253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/316887251936343253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/316887251936343253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/wuthering-heights-1939.html' title='WUTHERING HEIGHTS (1939)'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-87366822319784898</id><published>2008-05-14T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:37:01.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>OLD PEOPLE = ANNOYING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you ever feel or think that those old people like our grandmothers, grandfathers, grandma's sisters or brothers, or even our parents.. I mean, really, like old people from our own family. our own relatives.. you get it? I feel like they're ridiculously annoying. man, they need a life. actually, they have one, but why don't they just stop being such a f***in busy body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can't stop treating us like small kids. Can't they see that we are big boys or girls? We have our own lives. our own hobbies. our own personalities. hello, we can survive right here! I can, for the past 4 months, I survive, and I still am. So, JUST DROP IT, okay? as long as we're not going crazy, it's fine. we do our homework. we definitely do not fail our classes, we even have good grades! we do not drink, do not smoke, and definitely do not use drugs. so, DROP IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;They talk a lot. repeatedly. and we are patient enough to repeat EVERYTHING, but they just DO NOT F***IN GET IT. My advice: The world has changed! It's different from 40 years ago! Just get it over with, okay? It's troublesome. If you can't do it, can't understand it. just do not get mad at us! It's your fault that you can't understand..! We are kind enough to even REPEAT EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we say something, then trust us, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we are saying the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we say something, and it's not happening, then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's not our fault. STOP acting like you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we say something, and we have said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;really means NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate GENERATION GAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We should have a world full of fun people. who will understand each other better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not blame them either, I mean, we, ourselves, can't understand them. They can't understand us either, so yeah. But, we hate losing or failing, so we say it's their fault, not ours. SORRY!&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/2029534258693949805-87366822319784898?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/87366822319784898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=87366822319784898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/87366822319784898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/87366822319784898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-people-annoying.html' title='OLD PEOPLE = ANNOYING'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4767660907293977623</id><published>2008-05-12T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:43:25.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWILIGHT'/><title type='text'>here comes the latest version of TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SCjXhIeAdzI/AAAAAAAAASs/5NEpuVgFM28/s1600-h/pick_clip_image001_0002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SCjXhIeAdzI/AAAAAAAAASs/5NEpuVgFM28/s400/pick_clip_image001_0002.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199642734008235826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tentang tiga hal aku benar-benar yakin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama, Edward seorang vampir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, ada sebagian dirinya---dan aku tak tahu seberapa dominan bagian itu---yang haus akan darahku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketiga, aku mencintainya. Dan cintaku padanya teramat dalam dan tanpa syarat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Isabella Swan pindah ke Forks yang muram, ia bertemu Edward Cullen, cowok misterius sangat memesona yang membuat perasaannya jungkir-balik. Dengan kulit porselen, sepasang mata keeemasan, dan suara merdu memikat, Edward sungguh sosok teramat menarik yang membuat Isabella terpikat. Selama ini Edward telah berhasil menyembunyikan identitasnya yang sesungguhnya, tapi Bella bertekad untuk menyingkapkan rahasia paling kelamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya saja Bella sama sekali tidak menyadari bahaya yang menantinya, ketika hubungannya dengan Edward semakin akrab. Dan sanggupkah Bella berpaling dan meninggalkan Edward sebelum segalanya terlambat dan tak ada jalan kembali baginya?&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah kisah cinta terlarang. Dan seperti cinta terlarang lainnya, cinta ini tak mengenal jalan kembali, selain menjadi hidup dan sekaligus mati pada saat yang sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Guys, again, sorry, it's all about the Twilight Series. As you know, Twilight Series have been one of my favourite series EVER. I'm pretty sure all of you know that Twilight Series have been released in Spanish as well. (or is it just me? who spend a hell lot of time at Borders or Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles?) HAHAHA, well yeah, if you don't know, then now you know! and another news is.. I read this in Sitta Karina's official website.. Man, in Indonesia, who cool is that? uhm.. no. it's not cool at all. Read that, man! OMG, I don't know why. It's not like i dislike Indonesia, it's just so.. weird. you get I'm saying? When I read the English version, I was like.. Whoa, this is so cool. Just now when I read that (which is actually the exact same thing; the difference is just that is in Indonesian. Well, they translate it, what can we expect?) So anyway, just now when I saw it, I was like. OMG, dude, what is THIS? why is it so.. EW, and aneh? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHAHA. anyway. I suggest you to read the English version.. as you know, Indo novels are cool (like Sitta Karina's? LOVE THEM!), but reading the "TRANSLATION" version is not fun at all. so, you know what you gotta do. READ THE ORIGINAL ONES! Happy reading!&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/2029534258693949805-4767660907293977623?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4767660907293977623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4767660907293977623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4767660907293977623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4767660907293977623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-comes-latest-version-of-twilight.html' title='here comes the latest version of TWILIGHT'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SCjXhIeAdzI/AAAAAAAAASs/5NEpuVgFM28/s72-c/pick_clip_image001_0002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-1551588754898598709</id><published>2008-05-08T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:39:12.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>based on my feeling today. diff view tomorrow :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;are they just pretending? or do they really care? if they are just pretending, do not even care, why should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;what is the most important thing in the world? individualistic or companionship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. I used to think "friends" as people who would actually care for us. sincere. people who would accept us no matter what, accept us for who we really are. people who would stay with us whenever we needed the most. they did have their own lives, but "friends" would not let us to feel lonely. after going to college.. what are my opinions? what are "friends" for me, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;friends. are nothing. probably just objects. for having fun. individualistic is the most important thing. that's why we gotta be strong. no one will actually help us. we gotta help ourselves. or maybe, our REAL family is the ones who don't mind helping us. but being away from them, don't even think about it. we gotta stay strong, don't ever feel lonely, and always believe that we  can do this.. everything will be over soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my little brother J. who isn't small anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-1551588754898598709?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/1551588754898598709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=1551588754898598709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1551588754898598709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1551588754898598709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/based-on-my-feeling-today-diff-view.html' title='based on my feeling today. diff view tomorrow :P'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4463945373740294266</id><published>2008-05-05T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:38:53.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><title type='text'>another fun weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I had a blast last weekend. My cousins were visiting.. We were throwing a sweet sixteen birthday party for my cousin, and it was so fun. First of all, the most memorable one.. was when Cici Chelsea and I were decorating the cupcakes stand. Second was the cupcakes and the food, of course, lol. I can't say much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun. We went shopping. We ate a lot. That's all. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-4463945373740294266?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4463945373740294266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4463945373740294266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4463945373740294266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4463945373740294266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-fun-weekend.html' title='another fun weekend'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4348053202004914933</id><published>2008-05-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:39:34.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>a crazy little thing called hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You can say that I'm a wee bit crazy for blogging at the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my statistic class half an hour ago, and I have made an appointment with the counselor. I want to know if it is possible for me to take 8 units, or preferably 10 units this summer. I know it will be damn hard, but almost everyone (well, most people. and they're those friggin smart kids) has told me to take 2 classes. CIS is super easy. Econs is an easy A class. Math 9 with Bober has lotsa extra credits. I am not the one who says all those things, okay, I'm not THAT smart. I just thought, maybe I can do this. Maybe. Yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yesterday, I played soccer for the first time since last year. I was pretty bad, though. I used to be fine, at least not this bad. It seems like everyone looks at me like.. man, you can't play. or.. you're a girl. I totally hate this. There are OFFICIALLY two persons I wanna 'kill' so bad now. They're two disgusting, ridiculously annoying, selfish creatures.. I can totally list all their bad personalities, but I know I shouldn't hate anyone, but I can't control this, okay. They're f***in annoying. One guy is just simply arrogant. Snob. Thinks that he has a lot of money, which isn't true (true for some parts, but then it's his parents' money, so it doesn't count). The other is the same arrogant guy for a different reason. He thinks that he is the best player in the world. dude. You are good, but you won't be VERY good if you can't f***in see others. There isn't the word "I" in the word "teamwork". Sure, you can call me "competitive", but it isn't really a bad thing, is it? I mean, well, whatever. You can say it's a bad thing, I don't care. I just don't want to lose if I know I can at least do something. For the first time in my life, I did not enjoy playing soccer. For the first time.. i've been playing soccer for 5 years now. the first time. surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-4348053202004914933?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4348053202004914933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4348053202004914933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4348053202004914933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4348053202004914933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-little-thing-called-hate.html' title='a crazy little thing called hate'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-9080930372498834292</id><published>2008-05-01T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:40:22.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPORTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>uhmm..  uhmm.. ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;woot woot. I got an A for my essay, surprise, surprise.. :) I thought I would probably receive a B! Sadly, I only got 60% for my Business Quiz. Guys, it was a pop quiz! I was fuckin nervous.. Moreover, we'll have a business presentation in 3-4 weeks, but I haven't thought of one single business!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea is going to the finals! woo-hoo! :D I thought they were going to lose against Liverpool..! Good for them! But, hold it, guys, YOU ARE GOING TO PLAY AGAINST MU..! It's hard babes, it's hard.. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Paula Abdul? Whoa.. Did any of you see the last episode? Man, what was she thinking? How could she comment a song which had not been sung in the first place? That was funny, I admit. :P but, who cares? I'm still a fan of American Idol.. David Cook!!! David Archuleta.. how do you spell his last name again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is going to be a big day for my cousin, Ashley.. she's turning 16! :) Well, she's actually turning sixteen tomorrow, but since the party is on Saturday, let's just say the big day is Saturday.. :P we're going to have cupcakes! Outdoor party! How fun is that? I bet it's super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I haven't exercised in the longest time! I went kickboxing yesterday.. and it was a nightmare! Well, I could say it was fun.. but it was ridiculously tiring.. I remembered the soccer practice we had during term break.. or was it cca? I forgot actually, but there was one time it was as tiring as yesterday's kickboxing. I could pass out anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-9080930372498834292?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/9080930372498834292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=9080930372498834292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/9080930372498834292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/9080930372498834292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/05/uhmm-uhmm.html' title='uhmm..  uhmm.. ?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3094605064985442623</id><published>2008-04-27T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:55:25.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>one cheesy essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;One’s Definition of Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack snorted as he saw two dandy businessmen walking out of the elevator snobbishly; ignoring those blue-collar workers—like him—who greeted them. If it was not for his wife and children, he would not work in a successful yet immoral multinational company like Smithson Corporation. He detested the “fake” and “evil” acts of the upper-class workers—president, directors, top-level managers—of the company, who thought that wealth and power were the vital elements of blissful lives. Jack always thought that success—at least in today’s culture of flash and extravagance—was often associated with financial wealth and materialistic acquisition. He believed that for most people, success was defined by their economic status and the amount of money they could accumulate over time, but he did not see success as being that narrowly defined. He might not have that much money, power, or the luxury, but he did have the heart, which according to him, was the most important element of success. He did not regret—not even once—his way of life.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The voice of a heated argument of a young lady and the businessmen brought Jack back from his trance. The girl was very appealing; she wore a smart-casual outfit and was clutching a white map, which he soon discovered as a pile of business files. Jack was still sweeping the floor, but his mind was not there anymore; he was trying to hear what they were talking about. “No, Honey. No agreements since you declined my offer. I was generous enough; I wanted to give you a lot of money and a success in this business deal. Once again, all you have to do is ‘entertain’ me. Do we have a deal?” Jack heard the gray-haired man smiled mockingly. Anger just rose inside of Jack; he had never been this infuriated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;“No. This is a business meeting, Sir,” replied the brown-haired lady, still showing them the same expression—poker-faced. “He gave you an excellent deal. This is Jakarta, a modern-city, you are too conservative. You have a stunning face and an excellent body, no doubt about that; such a waste if you do not use them properly. I will give you an extra. How is that?” The other man—pale-skinned and bulky—stepped forward and grabbed her by the waist. She was trying to pull away, but compared to his beefy shape, her lean figure seemed so frail. Jack looked around, and no one was brave enough to help the woman, who looked like she had given up. It all seemed like a slow-motion for Jack; he could not think properly. He felt like his body has minds on its own; he tossed the broom away and walked towards his successful yet depraved bosses.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“What kind of people are you?” Jack snapped. More than ten pairs of eyes gazed at him. Some looked at him with awe; the others were flabbergasted and thought he was ridiculous. “Well, well. Do you have a problem?” asked the gray-haired, less bulky man. He looked at the janitor as if he was a powerless object who could do nothing to harm him. “You are just a janitor here—a failure. Don’t ever interrupt us, or do you want to get fired? You do remember that you are working for us, do you? We pay you.” The other man demanded, looking at him scornfully. Without thinking twice, Jack threw two punches to both men, taking hold of the lady’s hand and yanking her to stand behind his back. “I resign. I am different from everyone else; in my eyes, you two are immoral, not successful.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Everyone was taken aback. From the corner of Jack’s eyes, he could see that his former employers were also quite appalled by his act. He never regretted his life, and he would keep it that way. He believed that he had done the right thing, and there was no turning back. He then walked out of the Smithson Tower with his right hand still clutching the lady’s wrist and a relieved heart. The lady did not stop thanking him, and he kept saying that he just did what he thought was right. She went to hail a taxi, but just before she went inside, she turned back and said, “You are not a failure, Jack.” Jack thought about it for a moment and agreed; he might not have the money, but he had helped someone who needed a help. He believed that God had given him—everyone—the duty of helping each others, and he had succeeded in one. He was one step ahead of the others. What a great start, he thought positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Due tomorrow. I am such a procrastinator, I know. I am kinda late, yes, but I need help.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-3094605064985442623?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/3094605064985442623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=3094605064985442623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3094605064985442623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3094605064985442623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-cheesy-essay.html' title='one cheesy essay'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8418155736320469614</id><published>2008-04-25T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:55:50.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>IFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blog - an escape for everyone who has nothing to do. who needs a life, basically. a.k.a ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about some stuff lately.. maybe it's just because I'm bored, I got nothing to do (except studying, eating, and regretting stupid stuff!) I don't know, I shouldn't be like this. I should have thanked God for the blessings and all, but I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So like.. I really want to play soccer again, but it seems like I barely have time for it now. Probably it's because I'm staying with someone else, and I feel bad if I hang out with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a car. desperately. but I can't drive, and I can't ask for one. It's insane, I'm not even 17, and I haven't been here for half a year! DUDE. but it's just HARD. I can't always depend on my cousins..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hate this f***in guy. He is an a**. I don't know why, we used to hang out a lot. and boom. We're done. I don't know. weirdo. He just annoys me. and probably I annoy him as well. both sides, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took the bus this morning to go to campus, and I went to 99 cents store to buy a snack. I was craving for one! Yeah, so I took this chez mix, cheddar, is it what it's called? Yeah. you know what I mean, it's just a snack anyways, whatever. I went to the cashier to pay right, and there was a line. I queued up like quietly, but then there was this f***in old me who just cut the f***in line!!!! I was soooooo pissed off, you can't imagine. It was probably just because of my bad mood. so anyway.. this blog is so random you know right? Scroll up and read, my writing never makes any sense! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here comes the doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be really nice IF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- I have a boyfriend--a husband-to-be--here in LA, preferably in my campus, or near, who can always meet me up, pick me up, drop me home, and all. HAHA, it seems like i need a private driver not a boyfriend. LOL. and he would always be on my side. He is well-known, the best one, all girls would die to be with him, and all the guys desperately want to be like him, but he's mine, so.. uh-oh, no chance. HAHAHA wouldn't it be nice? *dreaming*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have good friends who would always side with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- I have all the money in the world. which brings me all the fashion stuff, practically everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have my family by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- I am taller and thinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a happy life.. I'm a happy person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8418155736320469614?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8418155736320469614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8418155736320469614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8418155736320469614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8418155736320469614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/04/ifs.html' title='IFs'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-42605422035312438</id><published>2008-04-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:56:37.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>marriage--love or money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast. It is not proud. It is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be all romantic here. It's just, I've never.. fought against marriage for money. I've never been a big supporter of marriage for love. FYI, I'm not making this thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The match-making by parents. They just force two individuals who barely know each other to be together.. for what? yes, in order to merge two companies into one. The parents have known each other, so their children really have no choice in this matter. A lot of different reasons, but it does happen, and it is mostly because of one reason: MONEY. success. winning. Yeah, there. Trust me on this. I am in the environment where this kind of 'drama' does happen. or at least, my relatives belong to "that" social circle; therefore, I am kinda dragged into the same circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was getting married last weekend. They have been together for 15 years, if I'm not mistaken. From high school. Their parents didn't even support their relationship. Well, my cousin's parents didn't. They tried a lot of things, just to break them apart. It's kinda mean, yes. Anyway, they are married now. It's because my cousin has closed her heart for anyone except this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Their wedding was small yet beautiful. I could feel the love, the closeness.. I don't know why, but their wedding moves something in me. (I'm not writing a friggin narrative composition, so seriously, this is not a fiction, this is a true story. Not even a story, this is what I feel!!) Yeah, the ceremony makes me question myself, "does love really that important in a relationship?" I've always believed that love can grow in a relationship, in a marriage, that it's not the number one base of a relationship--marriage. Or am I wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cases are not fiction. That's why I'm confused. It would be nice, though, to have both love and money. :) Just pray, and wish! Don't even try to deny it; it has always been every girls' dream to be loved, to have all the luxuries in the world, and to live happily ever after. But, that's just a dream. a story. and this is the reality; can we even live happily ever after--with the love of our lives? Can we even find ours? Just define "happy". It's quite a difficult task for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I get an A for my Business Midterm. Another A for my English Mid. :) I've mentioned Theater Arts as well. Don't know the Statistic Exam 3 result, but then I'm happy. I'm "happy"--at least, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOSSIP GIRL. ALL NEW EPISODES. I JUST WATCHED THE NEW EPISODE. OMFG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-42605422035312438?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/42605422035312438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=42605422035312438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/42605422035312438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/42605422035312438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/04/marriage-love-or-money.html' title='marriage--love or money?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4849711629902323344</id><published>2008-04-16T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:57:30.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>"You're not that young after all."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-SPRING BREAK-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly? Doesn't look like a nice spring break AT ALL. My friends are all having fun. They've gone to San Diego, and they're going to Santa Cruz tomorrow. They're all on a damn road trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me? Well, here I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Statistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; textbooks.. with my laptop.. A DVD titled Casablanca, which I'm supposed to watch like now.. and I don't mind, actually.. I've always wanted to watch Casablanca, Gone With The Wind.. those types of movies? But, uh-oh, it's black and white! I've tried to stay and watch, but then, I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; What should I do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; They're supposed to be great movies, I'm pretty sure of that.. Oh, there's Wuthering Heights on the list, though.. I've watched the newer version, and hell, that movie is so cool. I'm not sure about the older version though, but I guess, there can't be much of a difference, can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight. Again, there's a problem. Why can't I be THIN??? I am not tall, I've accepted that, but WHY CAN'T I BE THIN?????? uh.. A wedding is in 2 days? or 3? Doesn't matter, the wedding is fast approaching.. I have 2 dresses, but I'm not so sure if I can fit into those two. Please, please, please, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need to lose weight&lt;/span&gt;. I need it SO bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think the reasons are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. I eat a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;but then.. I ate a lot.. I mean it, A LOT, when I was still in Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. The food here is TOO rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;this is probably it. I mean, I think twice whenever I want to eat. I never did that back in Indonesia, and what? I didn't gain much weight there. Here? You know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. I don't exercise as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I know this is it. I used to play soccer at least twice a week. Now? NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, I'm pretty sure you guys know the contents of my posts.. ALL my posts. They're all very random.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nothing's important&lt;/span&gt;. The same style goes with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just finished helping out my cousin for her wedding. I made those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;goodie bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;! It's tiring. at least, there was a lot of food. (HAHA, now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know why I'm getting fatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to finish reading a chapter of Business. If possible, I want to study a chapter or two of Statistic..  Need to do some research for Theater Arts. Hell, it's Wednesday! I'm going back to school on Monday, yet &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I haven't done a bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.. i've always wanted to go there. now i have the chance. I think.. I think I'm gonna go there this summer. I'm gonna take an online course, and just go there with my cousins. Must be super fun :) Hopefully I can. hopefully it all goes smoothly. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;USC. UC Berkeley. UCLA. UCI. Pepperdine. NYU. Wharton.. Where should I go? OMG. Why is it SO &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt;????? AND NOW, i want to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;move out&lt;/span&gt;. I want to rent an apartment with my friends.. this fall? I REALLY want to, but I need to think about my parents. about the cost! Man, why is it so complicated? Money. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Money is the most important thing after all&lt;/span&gt;. This leads to the talk I've always had with my aunt. I think, it's true though. Money is very important; therefore, you girls need to find rich guys. "You're not that young, after all. You need to know their backgrounds before going out with them. Understood?" Yeah. that's right, I get it. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OMFG. OMFG. You know you love me. XOXO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Yes, the new season is up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;April 21st, all new episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. I'm excited! I love watching that type of TV shows, or movies, whatever. It's fun. The luxuries, money, fashion, drama.. the guys.. :P and the girls' outfits! uh-oh. I'm excited!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-4849711629902323344?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4849711629902323344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4849711629902323344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4849711629902323344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4849711629902323344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-not-that-young-after-all.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re not that young after all.&quot;'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3306321844285579022</id><published>2008-04-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:58:10.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>I'm having problems. with school. and with shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When was the last time I posted something? Nu-uh, I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, so I've been busy.. Yes, I was busy stuffing my face with piles of textbooks, so what? School is a pressure for me, I admit, but then, wanting to get perfect grades, or get into a top university, has never been easy. for everyone. well, for most people, since there must be a bunch--a small bunch--of people who easily get into my dream universities without even trying as hard as some people do. some people, like me. But, what the hell, I think we shall stop talking about school, the pressure school gives us... let's just savor this short spring break.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanna buy shoes. flats. Tory Burch. Let me post some pictures. I am desperately in need of opinions. but then, it'll be too late, I guess. no one would visit my blog since I have stopped posting something.. but, who cares, I'll post some anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SAJAnv-0PGI/AAAAAAAAARw/58JoeIpXbYs/s1600-h/0469644100901_275x275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SAJAnv-0PGI/AAAAAAAAARw/58JoeIpXbYs/s400/0469644100901_275x275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188780772323245154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SAJAn_-0PHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/1Z9EJCxeWRU/s1600-h/BGX0491_mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SAJAn_-0PHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/1Z9EJCxeWRU/s400/BGX0491_mh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188780776618212466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SAJAof-0PII/AAAAAAAAASA/70u_R5P3q_o/s1600-h/FW-ToryBurch-Reva-Pat-Blk-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SAJAof-0PII/AAAAAAAAASA/70u_R5P3q_o/s400/FW-ToryBurch-Reva-Pat-Blk-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188780785208147074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go. I want to find black flats, that's what i've been looking for the whole time, but then I came across this really cute gold flats, and I'm in love with it. look at it. it looks expensive, i mean, i didn't say it's not, but then, compare to the other two, the gold one looks really expensive, doesn't it? I'll probably stay with black, though, because if I buy the gold one, some time later, someday, trust me, I'm gonna find another reason to buy the black one. Which one? black with black logo? black with gold logo? or should I buy the gold one?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've been spending a hell lot of money here. I should just stop eating. uh.. i spend lotsa money on it, and it makes me fat. that's why. I even forgot when was the last time I shopped. So, just once? why not? it'll be worth it.. this shoes, i mean. :P&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/2029534258693949805-3306321844285579022?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/3306321844285579022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=3306321844285579022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3306321844285579022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3306321844285579022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-having-problems-with-school-and-with.html' title='I&apos;m having problems. with school. and with shoes!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/SAJAnv-0PGI/AAAAAAAAARw/58JoeIpXbYs/s72-c/0469644100901_275x275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8505178708071288382</id><published>2008-04-03T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:15:26.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bbs mates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it has been a while since i last wrote something here in my blog.. ;( yeah, i am kinda busy lately, but i have a couple of things to share with you guys.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just got back home.. from just fooling around with my bbs mates. :) yeah, there were Claudia, Kalvin, Aris, Billy, Lim.. and 2 friends of 'em from De Anza. I had fun.. im pretty sure they did too.. but i hate it that i couldn't go with them now. i have to wake up early tomorrow, damn it. they go bowling.. and all of em are going to sleep over at kal's house. ugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;uhhmm.. i got a job. hahaha. :) tomorrow's my first day, but really. it's not THAT formal.. it's really casual.. all i hv to do is giving out sample i guess.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE MIDTERM COMING NIH. today was theater arts' midterm. i dunno.. hopefully, i get an A sih.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8505178708071288382?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8505178708071288382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8505178708071288382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8505178708071288382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8505178708071288382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/04/bbs-mates.html' title='bbs mates!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-1125795849019397141</id><published>2008-03-24T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:16:38.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up.. again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think I have a lot of stories to tell you guys since I haven't been able to write something for a while.. Now that I finally have a spare time to write, let's catch up :) Where should I start? Friday, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, my friend, Kalvin, finally got to visit us--here means Claudia and I--at PCC. None of us has any cars, so we have to take the bus to Old Town Pasadena.. Anyway, we totally had a blast! We had fun.. :) I haven't gotten the chance to ask Claudia to send me the pictures, but she has uploaded some in Facebook. BUT BUT BUT, she hasn't uploaded the one I love! It's a really cool picture, I'll totally post it here later.. For now, I'll just post a couple of pics.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hnQYZH8eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/V070RVbB2RY/s1600-h/n743215929_1060142_3971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hnQYZH8eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/V070RVbB2RY/s400/n743215929_1060142_3971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504902413152738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm74ZH8ZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gfF-42fcOrI/s1600-h/n743215929_1060133_9534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm74ZH8ZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gfF-42fcOrI/s400/n743215929_1060133_9534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504550225834386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8IZH8aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7daQkLyiL7U/s1600-h/n743215929_1060139_2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8IZH8aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7daQkLyiL7U/s400/n743215929_1060139_2486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504554520801698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8YZH8bI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LfXT6R3cWwA/s1600-h/n743215929_1060148_9021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8YZH8bI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LfXT6R3cWwA/s400/n743215929_1060148_9021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504558815769010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8YZH8cI/AAAAAAAAARA/OTEx4UozwA0/s1600-h/n743215929_1060159_4275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8YZH8cI/AAAAAAAAARA/OTEx4UozwA0/s400/n743215929_1060159_4275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504558815769026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8oZH8dI/AAAAAAAAARI/U2M78uC2xe4/s1600-h/n743215929_1060166_7323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hm8oZH8dI/AAAAAAAAARI/U2M78uC2xe4/s400/n743215929_1060166_7323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504563110736338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It was ridiculously tiring though. We had to walk!!! and you know what, on our way home, well,  back to PCC, i mean.. We walked 2.5 miles.. From Old Town to PCC. how cool was that? LOL. My legs were aching, but I did have fun.. It's all worth it lah ya.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Saturday.. Seriously, I didn't plan to go to this IFGF concert, but since Vincent asked me to, then I joined them! And yes, it was actually good! No wonder my friends were all excited.. I mean, it's not good good.. but we had so much fun.. Their songs are awesome, too. you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;For you who don't know what IFGF is.. or this band called Frontline Generation.. Let me tell you a bit about em, then. IFGF is a church, actually. Frontline Generation is a band who just launched their 3rd album called R3VOLUTION. It's an African Benefit Concert.. yeah, so basically IFGF organized this Easter Concert to help mostly children in Africa.. And trust me, there were a lot of people coming..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hnQ4ZH8fI/AAAAAAAAARY/PbfFlhVmLsU/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hnQ4ZH8fI/AAAAAAAAARY/PbfFlhVmLsU/s400/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504911003087346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hqI4ZH8gI/AAAAAAAAARg/MRBXJH1BGLo/s1600-h/n743215929_1060219_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hqI4ZH8gI/AAAAAAAAARg/MRBXJH1BGLo/s400/n743215929_1060219_1441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181508072099017218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. In this picture, it was just a tiny bunch of people. There were A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunday? Church.. and study for my Statistic test which was held the next day.. and basically I studied all day long.. and in the end, it's all useless since I screwed up at the test anyway. Yes, actually the teacher gave out a sample paper.. maybe it was just my fault for being so dumb. ugh.. I've tried my best, so what the hell. ;( My cousin Candice is coming today.. I'm so excited to see her! I don't know if I can stay with her since she's staying at another house, but I gotta see her tomorrow anyway. It doesn't matter. There's no need for me to stay over. ugh.. I was being sarcastic, okay? did you guys even get it? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoahm.. I need to rest for a bit. I just finished my statistic homework.. I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF, I TOTALLY READ IT BY MYSELF. ok, yeah, since I didn't understand what the f**k my teacher was talking about this morning. and well, there are 2 questions which I don't understand, but I am still proud of myself anyway.&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/2029534258693949805-1125795849019397141?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/1125795849019397141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=1125795849019397141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1125795849019397141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1125795849019397141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/catching-up-again.html' title='catching up.. again'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R-hnQYZH8eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/V070RVbB2RY/s72-c/n743215929_1060142_3971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7733581715273974575</id><published>2008-03-22T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:30:03.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the most random blog ever created..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i got a B+ for my essay. I think I could get an A. at least A-! dude, it was because the computer was so full. and silly me.. i was too lazy to queue! so here goes my A. am i being.. optimistic? well, i guess it's good to be one sometimes. a lesson to be learnt, then. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and shit shit shit shit.. i got only 80% for my first ever Business quiz. i mean, Business class is not THAT difficult; moreover, it's totally fun. love it. but then, my business teacher, unfortunately, decided to give us 6 pop quizzes throughout the semester. now that's not cool. :( that's why i've been so stressed out for the last couple of months? or is it just a month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ugh. it's really late, i gotta sleep soon.. ooh, i just read this really nice quote. I have not failed, I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work..! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, i almost forgot. is it possible for me to exchange a return ticket? i mean, i'm supposed to fly from SF, but then it's such a waste of time, money, and energy, so, if it's possible, i really want to fly straight from LA. does anyone have any idea about this? if anyone reads this, please let me know ;p hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;okay, this post is going to be so random. it's random. :p i went to church today and met N. omg, he has a new haircut.. lovely, hahaha, i love it so very much!  and he wore this colourful sweater, which is so nice! omg, he's such a hunk. i'm desperate, too, Clau. :( anyways, sadly, he didn't notice me. J.L did though. not that i'm so happy about it. i'm kinda sad, i want N to notice me, not J.L, although J.L is kinda good-looking as well. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and and i'm happy today. i met kalvin. he visited clau and I! hahaha and we went to Old Town.. we took the bus, ate at Noodle World, strolled around OldPas, 21 choices.. and we walked back to PCC. walked!!!! walked!!! dude, can you believe it???? HAHAHHAA. i'M SOOO PROUD OF MYSELF. ;P i pitied my feet, though. ooh, yeah, we took quite a lot of pictures, i guess. with clau's camera. i have to ask her to send ALL of em ASAP. she has a lot! from today's pictures. and long time ago.. when we hung out with Dionne and Budi.and there are two pictures with Mandy.. I want 'em.. i want 'em.. asap. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;omg. it's 1.30.. i need some sleep. i have to studyyyyy tomorrowwww. omg my test. i haven't studied like at all. i need to get an A. seriously. ugh. wish me luck? i told you guys i would spend more time studying. *sigh* like i haven't done that already. *snort* but i will!! i will stuff my face with my homework.. notes. textbook. haha is it even possible? but you know what i meant. :)&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/2029534258693949805-7733581715273974575?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7733581715273974575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7733581715273974575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7733581715273974575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7733581715273974575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-random-blog-ever-created.html' title='the most random blog ever created..'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4663220522865539677</id><published>2008-03-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:13:27.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some stuff i love. what i'm doing. what i'm waiting for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, so I'm bored. It's 12.42 AM and I haven't gone to sleep. duh, of course, I'm writing. So anyway, looking back at those older posts, I've realized one thing. My blog is sorta boring, isn't it? Well, I do have fun writing all of 'em, but I guess it's lack of pictures.. videos.. anything? Mine is like.. simply writing. writing. writing. and writing. I don't care much, though, because the most important thing is that I enjoy it. :) Yeah, but I'll give you guys a lil fun by posting some pictures. although they're so random. unimportant. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99yKUgvtMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7VTO1jN89yQ/s1600-h/thumb_pride_and_prejudice_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99yKUgvtMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7VTO1jN89yQ/s400/thumb_pride_and_prejudice_book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178983618129671362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can't see it.. then, I'll tell you. It's a book called Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, which is very well known among uhmm.. everyone? lol. yeah, it's by Jane Austen. I've watched the movie for like hundredth times, but I haven't gotten the chance to read it. Now, I have. I am now reading it.. I borrowed the book from the library.. and it looks so OLD. trust me. If I get the chance, I'll take a picture of that book, and post it here. not now, though. It's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everyone knows Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice. Elizabeth Bennet &amp;amp; Mr. Darcy. of course. If I have done reading it, I promise I'm gonna post some quotes, but since I haven't, I can't. I remember some quotes from the movie, though, coz it's one of my fav movies of all time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Darcy: I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Jane Austen. I'm gonna watch and read all her collections! :) I've watched Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice.. Mansfield Park.. Parts of Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility. :P I promise I'm gonna watch all of 'em.. and hopefully, read all of 'em. either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99xukgvtLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bEPCekcaVg4/s1600-h/capt.e8ad17ed3a8f445880d36d12a8ff2e5a.book_review_remember_me_ny480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99xukgvtLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bEPCekcaVg4/s400/capt.e8ad17ed3a8f445880d36d12a8ff2e5a.book_review_remember_me_ny480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178983141388301490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Next book I'm currently reading is Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella. It's such a good book. I've just finished reading Chapter 13, yet I know it's a good book. Before I even read it, I know that it would be a good book. Why? Because Sophie Kinsella is such an amazing author. I practically read all her books, and they're awesome..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about.. uhm.. Lexi--an average girl--who had an accident and lost her memory for the past 3  years.. she woke up, and found herself married to a multi-billionaire (dude, that's awesome, isn't it?), yeah.. and she was pretty, had a nice career. a bunch of socialite friends, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99w5EgvtKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KLvDVwUu_o8/s1600-h/slb-bookshelf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99w5EgvtKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KLvDVwUu_o8/s400/slb-bookshelf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178982222265300130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sitta Karina. my favourite Indonesian author. :) my fav Indonesian novels are all her books about Hanafiah family.. this fictional family who's just SO COOL.. top 2. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about Bianca Hanafiah.. Yeah, a cousin of Diaz, Inez, Chris.. &lt;- their stories are out..! in case you guys don't know. You gotta read those books. Lukisan Hujan, Putri Hujan &amp;amp; Ksatria Malam, Imaji Terindah, Pesan Dari Bintang.. they're all about Hanafiah family.. with different problems, but all of 'em are around love. what else? haha. You may also read Kencana, Magical Seira, etc. ALL of em by SITTA KARINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BTW, again, you gotta read those books. trust me. trust me. i am a book-freak, i know this stuff. I'M JOKING :) AHAHAHAHA. but you gotta read them. I love it sooo much that I asked my brother to buy it for me back in Indonesia, and sent it to me. I'm gonna receive it in about 2 weeks, I guess. Yeah! Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99uGkgvtII/AAAAAAAAAQA/rUpT66wOTR0/s1600-h/movie_cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99uGkgvtII/AAAAAAAAAQA/rUpT66wOTR0/s400/movie_cam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178979155658650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you don't recognize him.. he's Cam Gigandet. He will be playing James in upcoming movie 'Twilight'.. :) I will watch Never Back Down.. which interests me since I saw the trailer back then when I was watching Step Up 2. Cam stars as the villain, being all James-y.. as S.M said. :P it's gonna be a good movie, I bet. I just really love a good fight.. plus the eye candy. Look at THAT picture, dude. did i mention eye candy? yeah, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99w40gvtJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9n3S4kAIHXg/s1600-h/1_902425142l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99w40gvtJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9n3S4kAIHXg/s400/1_902425142l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178982217970332818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Last but not least, it's our yearbook. I got this picture from Kara (thanks!), because I was so curious about it. haha, but it's okay now, i gotta see it when I receive it in 2 weeks (with Seluas Langit Biru).. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-4663220522865539677?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4663220522865539677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4663220522865539677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4663220522865539677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4663220522865539677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-so-im-bored.html' title='some stuff i love. what i&apos;m doing. what i&apos;m waiting for.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R99yKUgvtMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7VTO1jN89yQ/s72-c/thumb_pride_and_prejudice_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4374212357714424524</id><published>2008-03-16T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:42:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a rare event since I'm in the US : I'm ecstatic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Whoa. I guess I've been writing a lot lately.. I do enjoy writing in my blog, but I don't enjoy writing an essay. That's why there's an essay due on Monday and I haven't even started.. I'm practically the laziest girl in the whole planet..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just got home. I went to the church today, and I am so very happy today. I'm ecstatic. :) I woke up today, read a page or two of my Business textbook.. I got ready, and we all went to church.. It went okay.. The speaker was kinda.. I don't know. I guess he's just TOO smart that his talk is too complicated.. We just didn't understand what he was talking about, so it was kinda boring.. until the lunch time :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Yeah, I didn't join the Sunday School 'coz my cousins and I were serving the food. So, I was the one who was serving rice. Chelsea was serving potato chicken, and Gianni was serving eggs. DUDE, my job was the most difficult, right?? Think about it. Mine was hard. and there were a lot of people.. a long line, yeah. N and Josh were there.. and N shouted, "C'mon. Hurry up, Nicole. I'm starving." That voice caught my attention straightaway. HAHA. Once he was in front of me, he was like, "Oh no, Nicole. You take forever." I was like, "Dude, it's hard!" I thought he was REALLY mad.. thank goodness, he was just joking since he was smiling all along :P I should have guessed.. He's basically the kindest person in the whole planet. nu-uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorta exaggerating. :P He replied, "Whatever. You're slow. Hahaha." ugh. Josh was laughing out loud. It was so embarrassing. :( but I love it, HAHA. dude, kapan lagi???! Bla, bla, bla.. everyone was eating.. We were still serving. and when we were done, N was going to throw the plate away, and he saw me. He nodded, smiled, and made this sound, "ckckckck.." what's that supposed to mean? HAHAHA. I seriously don't care. I'm happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm done, hahaha, sorry I'm being all that. :p After we were done, we all went home.. umm.. nope. We went to Baskin Robbins, LOL. I'm such a bad girl. I have this sore throat, yet I am still consuming ice cream. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; hope Koko Cliff is okay. Cepet sembuh.. You were terrific yesterday at the game, I know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg. I have to go and do my essay. like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-4374212357714424524?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4374212357714424524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4374212357714424524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4374212357714424524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4374212357714424524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/rare-event-since-im-here-in-us-im.html' title='a rare event since I&apos;m in the US : I&apos;m ecstatic!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-2610001413563791628</id><published>2008-03-16T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:01:48.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random. random. hilarious event. random. wish. random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;One thing.. Well, I basically write 2 posts today.. LOL. or not, since now is 12.49 AM..which means I wrote one yesterday.. anyway, it's unimportant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am, blogging.. again. I just got back from dinner at Tan Cang.. and Tea Station.. Here's a really hilarious story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've been living with Ipo for a week now, I've told you guys that.. Inside the house, I always wear this way-too-big Nike sandal.. I'm not sure whom it belongs to :P So anyway.. I told you guys that my cousin sprained his knee.. Simply said, he can't walk properly right now. He needs crutches. So, we all went out of the front door,--we were going to eat dinner--and I kept looking at him.. Well, I was afraid he might fall down again or whatever.. I didn't realize that I was still wearing the sandals until I was in front of the car.. I ran back house, and shit, all three doors were locked. DUDE. I was like.. okay.. Nevermind. It'll be really casual. Besides, we're only going to Tan Cang, which is a really casual Chinese restaurant.. Until I got there. There were like 10 people, whom I didn't know. I was f***in embarrassed. Thank goodness in the end, my cousin was like.. "OH, she's so silly.." and she started explaining to the whole crowd. LOL. It's so random. Do you guys even understand what I was saying? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I've been coughing for like forever. every 5 secs.. probably. my head hurts right now because of the coughing. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;another thing.. I really wish I could go back and say that I would live with oo.. I don't want to live here. alone. seriously. no way. no, no, no. I can only hope that I can still move back to oo's house.. that she will offer me to stay with her again.. like she promised. :p Please, please, please. Ipo starts getting on my nerves. It's not me, okay.. My cousins are annoyed as well. It's Ipo's fault, anyway. I don't care. Please, please, please, let me stay with oo and the rest of the family.. I would be friggin happy.. please, please, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to sleep right now. I need my beauty sleep.. BECAUSE! i gotta meet him tomorrow! yay yay yay yay yay. I'm hyper.. ;p i'm pretty sure nobody understands this.. i mean, the whole post.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-2610001413563791628?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/2610001413563791628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=2610001413563791628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2610001413563791628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2610001413563791628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-random-hilarious-event-random.html' title='random. random. hilarious event. random. wish. random'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-2995786704212507360</id><published>2008-03-15T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:59:08.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>pcc wants me to die, literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am exhausted. dead-tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's my cousin's bridal shower.. So anyway, I was really sleepy this morning, but my ipo woke me up, and basically asked my cousin and I to wash the bathroom. dude! I have been helping her since yesterday.. or 2 days ago. I am ridiculously tired. I haven't studied for the past few days. I've been slacking, you know that. I was sick (I am still sick, I am coughing all day long).. I started to do my homework yesterday at the library, but then, once I got home, omg, there are tons of work I have to do at home.. I have to prepare food for the bridal shower and all.. Please! I have Statistic homework, and trust me, it's a lot! I have a paper due on Monday.. and note this, I haven't even started yet..! It must be typed, printed out.. omg, omg, I'm so dead. oh, and don't forget my Business class. I have another chapter to read.. I haven't done that either. What if, on Monday, he decides to give the pop quiz? I'm going to die. Simply said, I think, my college wants me to die with all my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, I guess the bridal shower went quite well.. There are.. strawberries, grapes, scones, tea.. es teler, bika ambon, kue lapis surabaya.. yummm.. :) I'm going to be sooooo FAT. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; but, but, but.. one thing i regret is that, because of this bridal shower, i couldn't go to UCLA and watch this basketball tournament called PERMIAS. Ko Cliff and some Indo guys from PCC joined, but they lost. sadly. but, people said that ko Cliff played really well. He scored like 8 points in 4 minutes, but then, he was injured.. 25 minutes later, he went back (he went to get some ice), and hell, they lost. c'mon. The final score was like 14 pts for the team. dude. How come Koko could score 8 pts in 4 mins, and they (the team) could only score, what, 6.. in 20 mins??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&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/2029534258693949805-2995786704212507360?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/2995786704212507360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=2995786704212507360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2995786704212507360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2995786704212507360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/pcc-wants-me-to-die-literally.html' title='pcc wants me to die, literally'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-2407834141089365781</id><published>2008-03-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:00:30.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>why is life so complicated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm officially f***ed up.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been slacking.. for one reason. I'm really sick. I have this stupid sore throat.. (which in one point is good because I kinda lose my appetite for the last few days).. But, I have this headache going on as well, which is ridiculously annoying. I have been coughing for God-knows how many times. ugh. Oh! Yes, it's also because Statistic is so difficult. trust me. how can they compare it to Math 8? Dude! Or is it because of my teacher? He doesn't know what he's talking about. Seriously. We basically have to study by ourselves. We have to read through the chapters to understand. Bad luck.. bad luck, guys, for we have chosen the wrong teacher. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Theater Arts.. today. It was rather boring. I prefer Chaplin, although it's pretty much the same.. boring. yeah. We watched Buster Keaton.. The General, I have no idea what the movie is all about. It's hardly called a movie. Dude, what was it??! It was black and white. The characters are.. I can't even explain it. You gotta watch it yourself. If I don't have to write notes, which are very important since we all need them for the exams, I would be sleeping. yeah. Thank goodness I'm taking this class with a whole bunch of people..whom I know. :) Oh yeah. It turns out my cousin asks his friends.. 2 of his friends to pick me up every Thursday.. because he has to pick up his girlfriend (?) I'm not sure if she really is, but since they're so close, why don't we call them an item? So anyway.. Nggak enak banget sama mereka nggak sih..?? Gila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending quite a lot of time with Glenn and Gianni.. They're not exactly my cousins.. more like 2nd cousin? I'm not sure, but they are like my family. So, again, we went to Glenn's house.. HAHA, we cooked. Gianni and I did. We cooked pasta, and it was tasty. :P Yippie :) We all studied.. I tried to finish my Statistic homework, and failed. It's a lot. I have to catch up.. like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anywaays. I am sick. I have to get up at 6 AM tomorrow, yet here I am, blogging. I am insane.&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/2029534258693949805-2407834141089365781?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/2407834141089365781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=2407834141089365781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2407834141089365781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2407834141089365781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-is-life-so-complicated.html' title='why is life so complicated?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7690148420091229355</id><published>2008-03-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:01:43.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another piece of crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You might have noticed that I have been writing a lot of crap lately.. it's all because I can't keep my mouth shut. yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to study Business right now. I am in the library, and I have my Business textbook opened in front of me, yet, I'm here, blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am so not in the mood for studying. I am never in the mood, especially when I'm alone. I'm so sleepy since I only slept for 6 hours. It was friggin cold and dark this morning, I bet it's all because of daylight saving. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus.. Yearbook is out. That's good. BUT..! There are no soccer pictures! Dude, c'mon!!! That pics of ours are supposed to be NICE. AT LEAST GIVE ME A DAMN COPY! and there's only one picture of Matsushita, moreover, it's the informal one. I looked UGLY on that picture, I didn't even look at the camera!! What was I looking at anyway? I was smiling, though. Right, some guys made some jokes and I looked at them. CLICK. The photographer took the damn picture. when I wasn't ready. S***. I AM TOTALLY DISAPPOINTED. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Moving on. I got my Statistic Test back! Woo-hoo! I got an A! nearly a B. LOL. Mine is 90.4% and 89% is a B, thank goodness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me. tell me. Why in the hell did I say yes in the first place? Lemme give you guys a clue. Before I moved here, it's all fixed kan, that I will be staying at Ipo's house while I'm at PCC. I thought it would be better there. and i was wrong. it is much better staying at oo's house. Much much much better. Trust me! The thing is i've been staying at Ipo's for a day (we all are bcoz of some reasons),and I totally hate it. terus2.. i was alone yesterday at Ipo's. I was done beres2 and no one came to pick me up. Itio asked me to bring Bernie out and pee,.. well not me, he said if someone was coming, probably Scott. he knew that i'm ridiculously afraid of dogs! and Bernie is HUGE! so, i started calling everyone :P I called my cousin Candice, and her phone was off. I called two of my friends and they didn't pick up. they called me back when I was going to have dinner with my cousins. DUDE. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;should i go and study? It's 11 am and my class starts at 1.20. yeah, i think i should :P&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/2029534258693949805-7690148420091229355?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7690148420091229355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7690148420091229355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7690148420091229355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7690148420091229355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-piece-of-crap.html' title='another piece of crap'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-5458637078249468009</id><published>2008-03-09T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:45:37.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRUSH'/><title type='text'>does he even realize i'm here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm staring out at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Prayin' that he will walk in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Where is the man of my dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'd wait forever, how silly it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does he laugh, how does he cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the color of his eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does he even realize I'm here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Where is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Where is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Where is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Where is this beautiful guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's gonna take me so high?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, this song just popped out in my head a sec ago, so I wrote it down. Part of it seems right for me, though. Where is the man of my dreams? I know he's out there. Does he even realize I'm here? Except, I know who he is. How does he laugh, I know that. How does he cry, I don't know. What's the color of his eyes, of course I know. HAHA, it's unimportant, anyway. But, I got to meet him today.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe I'm the type of girl who likes the chase.. You guys do know what I meant by that, don't you? Yeah, maybe.. I know it's kinda bad, but what am i supposed to do? When a guy is not interested in me, I'll be f***in crazy.. yeah, but if he starts recognizing me.. naw.. not that i think about it again, no. i'm not that type of person. I like the chase.. when he recognizes me, i'll be happier. but it depends on the guys.. if i really like that guy, i'll be more than happy when he finally recognizes me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;omg. believe it or not.. when me meet, the only thing we do is nodding at each other. that sucks, doesnt it? he is unbelievably cool. he's nice. he looks smart.. omigosh. he's drop-dead gorgeous. :(&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/2029534258693949805-5458637078249468009?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/5458637078249468009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=5458637078249468009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5458637078249468009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5458637078249468009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/does-he-even-realize-im-here.html' title='does he even realize i&apos;m here?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-1375341890759351329</id><published>2008-03-08T11:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:02:57.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;before reading this, please note that this post is going to be full of crap. full of random stuff that i, myself, won't even understand what the f*** i've written by the time i have finished writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what to say, what to tell you guys, but again, i feel like writing.. writing crap. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;who says college is fun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;say secondary school is the best thing in life. not college. sure, there are some nice people. maybe, i don't know. but i feel like they're not sincere.. not genuine. unlike my friends back in BBS. well, i don't have any best friends, but i do have some good friends. i am tired trying to fit in. i really wish we could go back. and i'm pretty sure some of my friends feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the hell is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Edward Cullen? instead, i meet an asshole.. who the hell does he think he is? please, please, please, just stay away from me. i am not comfortable being around you anymore. so, please. i can't f***in tell you to back off since you are like a friend of this family. stop acting like you're my boyfriend, coz you're not, and you won't. Thank goodness i have a couple of friends whom i can talk to. well,  i have my cousin, Candice, whom i can always confide to. I can talk to Kalvin without getting all embarrassed. or I can talk to Eben, who understands me, but i can only talk to him via sms or email, since he's miles away. I'm sure I can talk to the other guys as well, like Jess, Vanessa, Kara, but I haven't talked to them for ages! and there's Claudia. Although I've never been that close with her, but she's the only who's right here, i mean in PCC, and we've been hanging out since we were in Matsu.. so, i'm sure i can talk to her about a couple of things.. i can't list down all names, but they're all there. in PCC? nu-uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-NW-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-1375341890759351329?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/1375341890759351329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=1375341890759351329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1375341890759351329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1375341890759351329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7329834285347534099</id><published>2008-03-05T16:28:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:23:14.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did yesterday. and today :P (i am so not creative)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;okay, so I'm now going to write another late post.. yes, again. first of all, i was busy yesterday. well, i am supposed to be busy right now, but thanks to Prof. Blue, i can have some free time. yeah, she cancelled today's class! :) so, if we are busy, then we can't blog! that's why i've been writing some late posts! i really wanted to write something yesterday, but then i was home late. i was out since 2 PM, and i had not studied for my statistic test yesterday! do you expect to write something? nu-uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is sunny. and there are piles of homework in front of my face. inside! how lame is that? we're supposed to play outside since the weather is so fine today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;back to my statistic test! so, have i told you that the professor gave us an exam practice? something like that. more like, "Okay, your exam is going to be like this." ALL of us asked for the answer sheet.. well sure, 'coz we wanted to study. how in the hell were we supposed to know the correct answers? he didn't give us the answer sheet! turns out, the test is exactly the same as the practice sheet. well not exactly the same. the practice sheet has 49 questions, and test only has 25 questions. but those 23 questions ARE EXACTLY the same. 2 were different. yes. i think i could do it, but i am not that sure. let's just hope i'll get an A. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the statistic test, i went to the D Building and did some random stuff at the computer with Claudia. at 10, we went to the quad since today's the University Day. I got a catalogue from USC and one from Pepperdine. I was waiting the whole time for the rep of UC Berkeley, and he/she didn't show up! damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;we hung out at the library. as always. oohh and i have to ask for the two pictures we took at the library. i love those! the three of us (mandy, clau, and I) were 'studying'. LOL, we were only pretending,though. :P and then we moved outside coz' we couldn't really talk inside. and damn, there it was, the scorching March sun. ew. but we did have fun. and i couldn't join my friends for lunch because the business class would start at 30 minutes. that sucked, didn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, let's go back. it's going to be a really long post. trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so, yesterday i went to the DMV to apply for California ID. I'll get it in 3 weeks, but i have to pay 23 bucks for that. penting nggak sih? :P yeah, and since ko Gianni passed the driving test, we all (means Cliff, Glenn, Gian, and I) went to celebrate at Tony Roma's. yahoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 2, Dionne, Budi and Claudia went here to pick me up, and we all went to Old Pasadena. Cheesecake Factory, followed by 21 choices. yumm.. :) Rendy, Albert, Jose and Adi joined us later that afternoon. and we took some pictures! I know I promised to post another pictures of me and Claudia, but I haven't gotten a chance to ask for them. Claudia hasn't been online for.. I don't know. and there is no bluetooth in iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89AswE9sdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/C7AP76cLiq0/s1600-h/04032008348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89AswE9sdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/C7AP76cLiq0/s400/04032008348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174425634436133330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89AtgE9seI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CJ50Q_p7RQw/s1600-h/04032008352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89AtgE9seI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CJ50Q_p7RQw/s400/04032008352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174425647321035234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Those are the only pictures we took with my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia, Dionne and Budi went home, and left me alone with the boys. We spent lotsa time at Urban Outfitters. not me, them! I don't even look at the girls' stuff! Rendy and I did take some pictures with the eyeglasses, though. :P hahaha and albert joined us. the f***in shopkeeper was like, "hey actually you shouldn't take pictures inside the store using our products." yesh, i mean i understand that. of course. but i mean, that was the fun dude! anyway, i totally forgot about the test. stupid me~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89CJAE9shI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uTVgQE4-mFI/s1600-h/04032008356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89CJAE9shI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uTVgQE4-mFI/s400/04032008356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427219279065618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89CJgE9siI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vig19u-B-5E/s1600-h/04032008357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89CJgE9siI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vig19u-B-5E/s400/04032008357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427227869000226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SICKO! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P.S: Yearbook "If Life Were A Journey" is out! :)&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/2029534258693949805-7329834285347534099?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7329834285347534099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7329834285347534099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7329834285347534099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7329834285347534099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-did-yesterday-and-today-p-i-am.html' title='what i did yesterday. and today :P (i am so not creative)'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R89AswE9sdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/C7AP76cLiq0/s72-c/04032008348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-878703943769112062</id><published>2008-03-03T22:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:49:30.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;All I have been doing for the past weeks is studying. or eating. i have definitely less sleep. but i have also been spending a hell lot of time in front my laptop.. well, not exactly. i mean, i used to spend hours browsing the net and never get tired of it.. and honestly, i still do, but i don't have the chance to. for the first time in 8 months or so, i'm actually busy.. :P and i'm not sure if it's a good thing.. since i've graduated, there was nothing i could do. until i took the EEC class.. but that couldn't beat this. seriously guys, i never thought college would be THIS tiring. :( but hey, i'm glad that i'm back at school.. time is money! and i am still pissed off that PCC didn't let me in last fall. it was a month (maybe not even a month) away from my 16th birthday!! anyway, forget about that. i'm blabbering. i don't know what i was talking about.. x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, today i got my first essay back.. the teacher was actually grading! i was excited yet anxious :P well, it was my first work in college, so excuse me xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Nicole Nicole.." Yes, I know it's weird. ALL people said that. trust me, when i said all, i really meant it. My last name is not Nicole actually. It's Wiriadi. You people should have known that. I got my last Name as Nicole 'coz that's how it's written in the passport. So, when I first renewed my passport, my parents were not 'legally' married, meaning they still did not have the 'paperwork'. That's why! And if you guys want to know why I did not change it? Well, it's written as Nicole in my VISA as well, so.. I didn't bother to change it, 'coz it's so troublesome. :P ok, so the teacher called me out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I was unbelievably worried. She read my essay.. After each paragraphs, she would say, "Good point." , "Excellent." WOW, I think, she was raising my hope up. and true, yay, I got an A! Yes, I know, it's no big deal. one A is no big deal, but it is, at least for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Getting an A for your first work makes me happy.. Imagine getting a C, or a B, let's say, for your first homework/schoolwork in college! Whoa, that doesn't make me satisfied.. That would actually bring me down. I don't know about you guys, but yeah.. Who cares, I got an A for my essay (which FYI, it's rubbish. I mean i was bluffing! really bluffing, lol)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have to face those piles of homework! I have to read read read and read my business textbook, since the teacher will give a quiz soon. I know it! Although it's a pop quiz, it will be around this time! It's my instinct! lol. and i'll have my first statistic exam on wednesday. wish me luck! I don't really catch what the teacher has been talking about.. but the review he gave out this morning.. i could do it, well most of it :P so, let's just hope i'll get my next A on this stat test :) Pray for me, will ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-NW&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/2029534258693949805-878703943769112062?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/878703943769112062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=878703943769112062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/878703943769112062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/878703943769112062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-stuff.html' title='school stuff'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-5047823008945970896</id><published>2008-03-01T20:24:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:48:34.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><title type='text'>Thursday. Feb 28th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know this post is kinda late.. I didn't plan on posting this story, but i am now in Glenn's house.. they're watching kickboxing.. i have my statistic book, but i am not in the mood to study.. i'll have a quiz on wednesday.. i don't understand what my teacher talked about last friday.. and i haven't read that section.. i promise i will.. it's just not now. i feel like writing, so here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. It was Thursday. and what date was it? it was feb 28th. Every Thursday, nine of us.. i don't know the exact number, but it really is a whole bunch of people. :P okay, so we are.. Claudia, Clifford, Glenn, Gianni, Randy, Albert, Josh, and I.. and 2 more people whom I don't know. Cliff's friends. that's what I know. We take the same class, Theater Arts 7A with Prof. Sierra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The book we need is Short History of Movies. they say it's an easy A class. we'll have open book tests. and what we need to do during classes is watch movies. whoa. nice. or so i thought. we thought. and.. you know what? we watch damn black and white movies.. which aren't exactly movies. i don't even know how to explain this! If you really want to know. you can go and check out these people and their works.. which are actually awesome.. but really not my type ;P Lumiere, D.W Griffith.. Muybridge.. Porter.. Actually, it is good to know all these guys.. but, it is SO boring. seriously. the class starts at 1. and ends at 4.20. can u believe it? but the good thing is.. again, i'm not alone. that's a plus :) and the prof promised that the next meetings will not be THAT boring anymore.. we'll watch Chaplin and all. Thank goodness.. it's just I hope that we'll watch Gone With The Wind.. those old movies, but good ones. and they're not THAT old. classical. you know what i mean. When Harry Met Sally.. those typa movies.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another good thing about this class is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we are done, most of the time, we'll go out together.. Like that day.. Ren and I went with his car. haha, yes, thanks for picking me up.. although u didn't drop me home. instead, u went out with the other guys. and took my textbook with you! uh, that made me mad. ;P JK. ok, and Claudia was with Al.. Gian was riding Glenn.. I wish C was with us, though. We were mean for not contacting him, but part of it was his fault. he didn't tell us anything, and just went to God knows where with his gang! Anyway, we (excluding C) did have fun. well, at least Claudia and I did.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On the way to the Old Town, I asked R, "Where are we going?" and he answered, "We're going to eat chicken wings." Oh, nice, I thought. We parked, and we walked down the street.. and where were we?? We were outside Hooters! Man.. -_-" OK, so we went in.. and wtf, there are no girls! like at all.. Well, there are waitresses.. but you know what i mean. so Claudia and I started, "what the hell are we doing here?" LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ended up leaving the guys in Hooters. complaining.. "dasar cowok!" hahaha :P and we treated ourselves Jamba Juice :) we went to H&amp;amp;M.. Abercrombie.. Steve Madden.. Forever 21. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ugh, we were looking around at Forever 21 (the one in old pas is so huge.)grabbing a couple of clothes.. and once we were outside of the fitting rooms.. (it was Claudia who wanted to try some clothes on!), Albert called me and said that he had class at six! and it was 5.56! was he insane? -_-" and Ren called me again, told us to hurry up, coz they were paying less at Hooters.. they were supposed to pay 100 bucks, and something was wrong with the bill.. they were charged only 50 bucks, and they quickly ran away..! OMG. Couldn't the guys think that we were having fun at that time? UGH. and we had no idea where to go! i mean, we didn't know which way we should head back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this post is kinda long.. i know. but as i said before, i feel like writing. so pardon me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So, finally, we found the cars. and the guys. And what did Albert say? Oh, it was okay because he wanted to drop the damn class.. s***! why didn't you tell us before??? If you did, then we didn't have to run.. *sigh* haha, forget about it.. oh and Cliff called all of us. that was both funny and scary.. :P but i didn't want to post that thing here.. ok, so we planned on meeting at Santa Anita Mall.. i want to buy a backpack for school since the books are heavy! no kidding. :( but we didn't get anything.. Al bought some stuff for snowboarding and Claudia bought some sweets, though, HAHA. and we--Claudia and I--did take some pictures.. in front of lotsa people.. and merry-go-round! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clau, you probably won't read this, but hey, I want the pictures! there are more in your cellphone than in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8oyyTkRRCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rkWuMikfVt8/s1600-h/28022008345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8oyyTkRRCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rkWuMikfVt8/s400/28022008345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173002961815684130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8oyzDkRREI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VMAEQBTXkEA/s1600-h/28022008347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8oyzDkRREI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VMAEQBTXkEA/s400/28022008347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173002974700586050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i only have three. and they're all not so good LOL. i know i only post two.. i don't bother uploading the third one, coz it's so ugly. ;P send me those pictures! and let's meet up :) come on, Thursday!! Although the class is unbelievably boring, i have fun. i love the class.. not the class, more like the people.. and the time we spend after the class ends. can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-NW-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;P.S: Happy Birthday, Rendy &amp;amp; Eben..! oh, and Vincent, is it? Anywayys.. happy birthday. hope you guys had good ones. :) I know the post says March 2nd.. but it's still March 1st :P&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/2029534258693949805-5047823008945970896?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/5047823008945970896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=5047823008945970896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5047823008945970896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5047823008945970896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-feb-28th.html' title='Thursday. Feb 28th'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8oyyTkRRCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rkWuMikfVt8/s72-c/28022008345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-1179599334394721297</id><published>2008-02-24T10:04:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:08:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the Cullens :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BIG NEWS. BIG NEWS. I haven't checked S.M's blog since last week, and I just checked it.. OMG. udah ada actors and actresses yg bakal maenin the Cullens!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. they're not as beautiful as they ones in my mind.. tp yahh.. boleh lah ya.. keren and powerful keliatannya.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8GyJCQaqoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UYcmBGFpW5U/s1600-h/movie_cullens4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8GyJCQaqoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UYcmBGFpW5U/s400/movie_cullens4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170609715492334210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8GyJSQaqpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pMTI1DWAIXg/s1600-h/movie_cullens5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8GyJSQaqpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pMTI1DWAIXg/s400/movie_cullens5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170609719787301522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8GyJyQaqqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/g8myxFgosUs/s1600-h/movie_cullens6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8GyJyQaqqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/g8myxFgosUs/s400/movie_cullens6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170609728377236130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't have to tell you which one is Jasper.. which one is Carlisle.. which one is Alice.. bla, bla bla, right? If you're a big fan of Twilight, like me, you'll recognize them.. :) Here's their names.. I haven't heard of them, but I know them from these pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter Facinelli as Carlisle, Elizabeth Reaser as Esme, Jackson Rathbone as Jasper, Nikki Reed as Rosalie, Ashley Greene as Alice and Kellan Lutz as Emmett.. Kristen Stewart as Bella (no pictures of her.. I have posted some before).. Robert Pattinson as Edward..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OMG. By looking those pictures.. can YOU see it? I'm 100% sure that the movie will be a blast! :) Supernaturally beautiful.. and talented :P or so they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-1179599334394721297?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/1179599334394721297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=1179599334394721297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1179599334394721297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1179599334394721297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcoming-cullens.html' title='Welcoming the Cullens :)'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R8GyJCQaqoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UYcmBGFpW5U/s72-c/movie_cullens4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3244074593285137483</id><published>2008-02-21T10:22:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:09:15.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tons of reading to do.. for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited going back to school since I haven't gone to school for the whole 8 months or so.. Yesterday, I had Stat 50, Bus 9, and Engl 100.. Turns out Stat 50 is quite difficult.. Quantitative data, qualitative, sample.. 4 levels of measurements.. That, I can keep up.. 1.3, uh-oh.. CRITICAL THINKING.. The teacher planned to finish 1.4 by the end of the first class.. Gila apa yah? -_-" Untung gurunya seems nice.. and quite good-looking.. :P HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Business 9 is Introduction to Business.. and yet.. MOST OF MY CLASSMATES are like experts! Like most of them have had working experiences.. and some of them even have their own businesses.. Woyyy, it's an introduction to business.. introduction!! I am f***in new in this subject/course/whatever it is. There was a class discussion on how to achieve success in business, bla3.. I can keep up, but it seems like i'm the only one who isn't experienced. I AM THE YOUNGEST ONE.. dang. SWOT analysis, target marketing.. I'm doomed.. -_-" But I promise i'll work hard.. turns out business is so interesting.. it's probably because of the teacher as well. He is so fun.. totally not boring.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unlike my english teacher.. Boooo! HAHA. well, she's kinda old.. you know.. but what can i say? that's the only class i can get,, since the other classes are full.. and what do u guys expect from english? english is SUPPOSED to be boring.. but, not THAT boring. at least I enjoyed reading and writing.. not too much, though. Anywayy.. Let's just hope that the classes will be better.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll have Theater Arts at 1 PM.. the class I've been looking forward to.. I'll have this class with my three cousins.. Claudia.. 2 friends of ours.. Ko Cliff's friends.. i guess it'll be fun.. although the class seems.. boring. 4 hours and 20 minutes!! we are supposed to watch movies.. old movies.. probably black and white.. HHHHH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A WISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM SHOCKED. WE are shocked. I can't believe it. We can't actually. We were proud of him.. and all.. But now? We love him, but what can we do? We can open our mouths.. tell everyone out loud.. or tell him to stop.. no, we can't. Although a couple days ago, I was kinda pissed off bcoz of him.. I mean, you're not supposed to have whats not yours in the first place, right? Forget about that.. What we want is everything goes back to normal.. No more bad influences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-3244074593285137483?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/3244074593285137483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=3244074593285137483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3244074593285137483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3244074593285137483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/02/tons-of-reading-to-do-for-me.html' title='tons of reading to do.. for me.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4598702887017866647</id><published>2008-02-16T01:31:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:15:25.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, my 2nd cousin Gian and I took the bus to PCC. HAHA, we took the Foothill Transit 181. Thanks to who? ME! who has zero sense of direction, but tried to find the info anyway. and I got it! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7avWSQaqhI/AAAAAAAAANU/XruQHm3lctk/s400/FoothillTransit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167510419846900242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We arrived at PCC.. AND U KNOW WHAT? THE CAMPUS IS CLOSED. man, we took the damn bus!!!! i wanted to drop the classes, and add another. well, it's all done now. well, not all. i have to go to all the classes to ask the profs for add code. let's just hope, i get several. So now, my classes are Coun 12, Bus 9, Stat 50, Theater Arts 7a, Hist 7B. If I get the add code of Engl 100 and 901, then i'll drop Counseling. probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7awtSQaqjI/AAAAAAAAANk/lBsH4MvZKyI/s400/mirrorpool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167511914495519282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, we ate Panda Express. and we called Sher to come.. and there was this random guy.. a white guy, showed up! they just met at the street, seriously, the guy was so weird, HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We went home.. bla, bla bla.. and we went to the MALL, to watch STEP UP 2, the movie I've been waiting for! There were like 25 people whom I DONT KNOW. well, i know four of my cousins.. 2 people.. and that's it! FORGET ABOUT THAT, THO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;STEP UP 2 IS SO COOL. I mean.. the story line is kinda.. weird. i don't know, just typical. it's kinda predictable, cheesy and all. but i LOVE the dance. it is so AWESOME! well, i love step up 1 as well.. HAHA, but here.. u got a bit of Channing Tatum at the beginning of this movie.. and the rest, you got the hot Robert Hoffman! HAHAHA. yeah, they're both hotties. ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7azjSQaqlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_b0begJpXsE/s1600-h/stepup2thestreets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7azjSQaqlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_b0begJpXsE/s400/stepup2thestreets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167515041231710802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7azjiQaqmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ySCjYquJXc/s1600-h/stepup2pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7azjiQaqmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ySCjYquJXc/s400/stepup2pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167515045526678114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7azjyQaqnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/aTRBqrngiiY/s1600-h/2008_step_up_2_the_street_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7azjyQaqnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/aTRBqrngiiY/s400/2008_step_up_2_the_street_033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167515049821645426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't u think we should sue Disney's.. or movie productions? whatever they're called. haha im kidding, i  love them. ahhahahha cheesy but love it. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the princesses always have their own princes! dang. and the movies? one girl, one boy, somehow, accidentally, they met.. they liked each other, and they ended up together. that's it. they're meant for each other. aww.. there r no such thing in real life.. there r no such thing in my life. T_T he's so cool.. STEP 2 IS AWESOME. WATCH IT WATCH IT. THE LAST DANCE WHICH WAS ON THE STREET. AND IT WAS RAINING. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-N&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/2029534258693949805-4598702887017866647?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4598702887017866647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4598702887017866647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4598702887017866647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4598702887017866647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/02/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R7avWSQaqhI/AAAAAAAAANU/XruQHm3lctk/s72-c/FoothillTransit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3018229049221114188</id><published>2008-02-12T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:16:59.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOULD I?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of the upcoming book called THE HOST? It will be released on May 6th, 2008. It's actually a science fiction, but I believe that it's a great book. For those people who don't like science fiction.. you may include me, although I read/watch one, or even addicted to one, called Roswell, lol. So now, I can't wait to read The Host! It must be a good book, at least I think so after I read the summary of the book. Besides, Stephenie Meyer always does great jobs! :)&lt;div&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: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, I'm done being a bookworm, people.. for now. no worries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This afternoon, I went to PCC, to switch my classes. I should have done it quickly, or online, because yesterday, there were still 9 seats left, and this morning, it decreased into 1. I hurried up, but I had to go to the bank first. I arrived at the Student Services Building, hoping that 1 seat isn't taken.. but, what could I do when the staff said that all classes are closed? duh. Must be because of the teacher, as well. The teacher is FUN, or so they said, unlike my teacher-to-be. Well, let's just hope there are 2 or 3 people dropping the class, so I can grab one of their seats. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After it was all done, I asked my koko to pick me up, at the same place. So, I started walking towards the place.. and since he was still 8-10 minutes away, I waited there. then, i saw this girl walking towards the parking lot with a soccer jersey on. or I thought so. After debating with my inner self, LOL.. seriously. I approached her, and asked whether she was on the soccer team. and then, she said, "I'm on softball. Sorry." Hhhh.. I thought. =( "Thanks!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She started walking up the stairs to the level 2 parking lot when she called out. "Hey, are you looking for the soccer team? Just go to the GM Building. Go straight ahead and turn right. That's where all the athletes are!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not know what to say, besides, "Thanks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, yeah. I walked to the GM Building, but I did not go in. I wasn't sure if I wanted to join or not. i AM still not sure. I mean, I want to. at least, I want to try out for the team. I know it's hard.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't played for 6 months or so. Although the people back at BBS said that I was a good player.. I wasn't so sure. I mean, here? It's different! I couldn't even bring my team to win at a single competition. But, it's not that. Well, yeah, maybe I'm not the best soccer player or what.. Maybe I'm not good enough (like what my parents, or my dad actually, has said).. he hasn't even watched me play, and he concluded that I wasn't good enough. Yeah, okay, maybe I was just okay, but i DO LOVE playing soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If I try out.. and don't get in. Well, that sucks. what would my relatives/friends say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't try out. and obviously, won't get in. That kinda sucks for me, since I want to play/join so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If I try out.. and get in. Whoa, big surprise for me. and surely, i'll so thankful, delightful, whatever. i'll be SO happy.. but, that makes me confused as well. If I join, my study time jd limited juga kan, of course lah ya? what if my grade jeblok? and i dont get into Haas??? what if i make my parents disappointed? they spend lotsa money for school, and what if i screw it up because of soccer? Soccer has always been a hobby. ONLY. not a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT IT SO BAD. BUT I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE HELP ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&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/2029534258693949805-3018229049221114188?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/3018229049221114188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=3018229049221114188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3018229049221114188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3018229049221114188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-i.html' title='SHOULD I?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4097090689497007390</id><published>2008-02-07T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:19:52.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imitating Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Anna Kendrick and Justin Chon join Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison as the cast of 'Twilight'. Anna will be playing the role of Jessica Stanley, and Justin as Eric Yorkie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Breaking Dawn, the 4th book of Twilight Series will be released [officially] on Aug 2nd, 2008. I know it's still a long way to go,, but at least, I know the date! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ALL FANS WILL BE OVERJOYED WITH THE NEWS. AT LEAST I DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the gossip of the day is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAHA, seriously, i wish i took a picture of 'em arguing.. her crying.. and sell the story to People Mag, or OK, or Star.. whatever, really. HAHA. kiddin', im not THAT mean.. but if we have proof, we'll probably get 5 grand ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will not tell names.. i saw a model today, with her guy.. turns out she's pregnant and planning an abortion. wow. hasn't heard of the story, rite rite? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THAT GUY IS SERIOUSLY A JERK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "I don't want any kids, OKAY?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He didn't accompany his girl to the doctor's office. While his girl is doing an abortion. He talked with another woman, whom he calls 'sweetie'.. at the end of the talk, he said he would meet her for dinner.. and i love you, sweetie. MAN! that guy. a**hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From one web, I saw the girl's occupation as a model.. Well, maybe we don't know her, but it turns out she's a model of a really famous brand. brandS, actually. and the guy's occupation. it's stated that he's a criminal. LOL. a model and a criminal? nice :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you know you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Trying to be the Gossip Girl, but fail miserably) JK :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-N&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/2029534258693949805-4097090689497007390?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4097090689497007390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4097090689497007390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4097090689497007390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4097090689497007390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/02/imitating-gossip-girl.html' title='imitating Gossip Girl'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-2619438596367112052</id><published>2008-02-04T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:20:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me gustas mucho. weirdly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;haha, i was so happy yesterday. i sat beside someone and that particular someone shared his bible with me. and then there was a couple of 'stupid' events that made me happy. yeah, it was somehow overrated, weird and all, but i was glad. when i said 'shark', he told the rev that i was the one who said it. and haha, he talked to me directly (finally) haha. 'hey, c'mon, just say it.' and i spontaneously hid behind his back, well, not quite, but somehow covered my face from the rev behind his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't get me wrong. i went shopping with my cuzzie, just the two of us, and it was so fun, although my wedges were killing me. I DIDN'T KNOW WE WOULD GO SHOPPING. ALL I KNEW WAS WE WOULD GO OUT AND EAT ICE CREAM AT GYUKAKU. -_-" and then..we went to the gym, it was just okay. i prefer the Tuesday class, where we would dance (or not), and burn more cals, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and last night. we played poker until 1 am. we, here, means, me, ko2, ren, and the usual people, haha.. i lost, duh. and ko2 won 15800!! omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, im not that weird eh, being so happy bcoz of a small stupid event. there are some things that made me happy as well. so.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it was just my happy day.&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/2029534258693949805-2619438596367112052?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/2619438596367112052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=2619438596367112052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2619438596367112052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2619438596367112052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-gustas-mucho-weirdly.html' title='me gustas mucho. weirdly.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-9100126583299222723</id><published>2008-01-31T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:21:37.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S NO NEED TO READ. I MEAN IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Nothing lasts forever. So live it up, drink it down, laugh it off, avoid the bullshit, take chances, and never have regrets, because at one point, everything you did was exactly what you wanted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R6JtQjq1-cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/trc456TNhyM/s200/b6feab2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161808254140283330" /&gt;&lt;div&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;"Sejarah itu sebenarnya hanyalah jalan kehidupan orang-orang biasa. Karena itu, tidak peduli seperti apa jalan yang kalian tempuh, kalian harus tetap maju ke depan. Jangan takut, jangan mundur, jangan bersembunyi, dan jangan menyesal. Karena ketika suatu saat nanti kalian tersadar, kalian akan tersenyum melihat ke belakang--melihat 'jalan' terbaik yang telah kalian lalui selama ini."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Have no regrets? Take chances? Sure, easy to say. I have regrets. I have blown up my chances, which would probably come once in my life--as most people have said. Have I even made a right choice even once in my life up until now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I would say yes, I have. Like what I'm doing now. Here in the US. Weirdly, I feel like I'm making the right choice here. I'm struggling here, even so, I'm going to stay here. I'm going to be OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RANDOM. RANDOM. RANDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-9100126583299222723?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/9100126583299222723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=9100126583299222723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/9100126583299222723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/9100126583299222723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-no-need-to-read.html' title='THERE&apos;S NO NEED TO READ. I MEAN IT.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R6JtQjq1-cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/trc456TNhyM/s72-c/b6feab2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4264390827053220205</id><published>2008-01-29T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:22:44.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hufff..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thinking about it again.. i don't think I wanna move out of this house. Not that I like it here or what. although she often gets angry..mostly with her kids. on Sunday, or everyday. But here, I get to meet my cousins.. and if i move to that house, i'm practically alone. gian doesnt live in the main house.. i'm so jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Although she's shouting everytime.. I actually have fun here with my ci2, and ko2.. even with the youngest one, although sometimes he's kinda annoying. =p huff.. i miss my jeje. haha.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-nikki&lt;/span&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/2029534258693949805-4264390827053220205?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4264390827053220205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4264390827053220205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4264390827053220205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4264390827053220205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/01/hufff.html' title='hufff..'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8949938946591665376</id><published>2008-01-23T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:23:20.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50% annoyed. 50% thrilled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She's seriously insane. She gave me a lecture about "How to approach a guy properly". OMG. she's so into that guy.. firstly, i thought she was not going to let me go, coz i would probably spend another 100 bucks. (Yes. I'm broke) but then, after i told her that someone's coming, then she was like.. "Oh. Then, you should go. You should talk to him. Hang out with him...." and then it went on and on and on.. until the part where i should approach this guy. I'm not saying that I don't like the guy. I mean, he's not bad. He's a decent guy. His face is not annoying. He smiles a lot. At least that's my first impression.. and dont forget, he has fab cars. nice, eh? :) HAHA, i'm joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, you can do whatever you want. you can go on with your match-making game, but seriously, i dont even know when i'll meet him again.. but i DO know when i'll meet the guy i told in the last post.. :) i am now in dilemma, HAHA, 'pros and cons' isnt really useful right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't get me wrong, i don't like them or what. It's just I meet them, so what, having lotsa friends is a good thing, right? :) they turn out to be good ones. thats just a plus :D Forget about my opinions/impressions/feelings/whatever you call 'em. I wanna know theirs. i'm just saying I'm interested in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: i do not thank you for the matchmaking game. at least, for now. LOL. i'm not saying i dont like him. like you said, he's a nice guy. but, your plan doesnt work out, anyway. he sat 6 seats away from me. we came late. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You guys know that this stuff is so random right? its just a fun stuff. i don't have anything to say or tell or post anymore. so i wrote this instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8949938946591665376?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8949938946591665376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8949938946591665376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8949938946591665376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8949938946591665376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-annoyed-50-thrilled.html' title='50% annoyed. 50% thrilled.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-6154769303143425738</id><published>2008-01-21T19:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:24:30.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Let me spill a couple of things out since I haven't posted anything lately. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School starts on Feb 19, which is still a month away. :( Sadly. Hey, I'm not trying to be all diligent, but let's face it. Which one do you prefer? Staying at home, practically doing nothing, or out at school with some friends? Okay. I mean at my relative's house. Alone. My cousin, A, is out working everyday. She goes off at 8, and arrives home at 6. Another cousin, C, works twice a week, or 3 times a week.. and the rest of the week, he would hang out with some friends. The youngest of all, C, has school. You know school. You come home at 3, do your homework. ME? I mostly accompany my aunt to home depot, supermarket, those places.. Huh. At school? School is very demanding, I know, with all the tests, homework you have. But, you can meet your friends! I remember those times with Matsushitans. Did we have fun? Yes, we did. Did we have tons of work to do from school? Yes, we did. But, we enjoyed it, right? At least, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have registered my classes, so it's all done. I'm just waiting for school to start. Now, my schedule for the spring semester is right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Counseling 12. TTh. 8 am - 9.35 am. Counseling? Such a total waste of money. time. energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Business 9. MW. 1.20 pm - 2.55 pm. Wish me luck, guys. I have NO idea what this subject is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. Statistic 50. MWF. 7 am - 8.45 am. DANG. I can't go into Math 9 PreCal. So, I chose Stat 50, instead of Math 8 (Trigonometry). In 2 months, i'll take a re-test.. hopefully, i'll get into PreCal. Kalo nggak, buat apa gw ambil A MATH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. English 100. TTh. 1 pm - 3.15 pm. Er.. Wish me luck? I don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. English 901. F. 10.15 am - 11.20. Only 0.3 units. I bet it's not important. JK. It's just a co-requisite if you take English 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wish me luck, people. I have to get straight As. I mean it. If I don't get into UCB, im doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAHA. This is the hottest gossip of all. JK. Anyway, remember my new year resolution? The one about I have to go to church every Sunday? And I said that i need friends.. and ehm.. a boyfriend? I do go to church now. I meet people, so I have a couple of friends. Nice people. A boyfriend? No such luck. BUT, there's this guy at church. HAHA. See that it's kinda connected? Gag penting banget sih, haha, im so retarded.. ~.~ Anyway,the sad thing is he's about the same age as me. I always want older guys, but he's cute. Do I like him now? I guess. I do like him, but.. bukan suka gimana2 lah ya.. lets just say i am interested. =) Knowing that I have been thinking about this guy for the past few days. lol. I WANT TO TALK TO HIM. UGH. he's a friend of my cuz. We shook hands, 5 secs of FUN. He told us story, another 5 mins of FUN. yay! turns out church can be SO fun. hey, dont get me wrong. the church is REALLY fun, unlike mine at indo. it's kinda different.. but it's church anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been out with my cousins and friends. and did things i haven't done before! I went to a club with a fake ID. I drank a sip or two. I went home at 3 a.m. I spent 120 bucks in day. another 200 bucks in three days. I have to stop. like now. but im going out again tomorrow. S***.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;More stories? Later. I have to go now. Dinner! Yay. Oh, a new new year resolution. i hv to go on a diet!!!! I GAIN WEIGHT, PEOPLE. NOT GOOD. UGH. remember the dress. remember the wedding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;NW.&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/2029534258693949805-6154769303143425738?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/6154769303143425738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=6154769303143425738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6154769303143425738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6154769303143425738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/01/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-1863267921033815370</id><published>2008-01-09T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:59:44.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;New Year. New resolutions. Well, they're not new, coz most of em are all the same ones, (last year's or the year before, and before, and before..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Study harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Straight As&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Be a better person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Be able to open up good conversations and I need it so bad coz I'm going to a new school--college--so I desperately need to be able to converse well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eat less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Go to Church every Sunday! Closer to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Shop less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Not shy! Forget my stupid stage fright..! ASK questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fight my homesickness (seriously) I mean, this thing got me a headache and I need it to stop ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Find new friends. HAHA oh and a boyfriend, lol. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yeah, thats basically it. i cant think anymore, i'll probably add l8r, haha,kiddin.&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/2029534258693949805-1863267921033815370?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/1863267921033815370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=1863267921033815370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1863267921033815370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/1863267921033815370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/01/silly-resolution.html' title='silly resolution'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4707304672176473491</id><published>2008-01-05T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:02:14.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'cruella'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wanna scream. out loud. Well, I did my placement test yesterday, and i'll get the result on Jan 9, which makes me super nervous. I'm still not so good. Im being such a cry baby for the last 3 days.. but, it IS because i miss my family. shit. and there's this 'Cruella', who talks non-sense, and he/she doesnt understand it at all. I mean, whats wrong if i miss my family? my parents and my lil bro, esp? i got caught yesterday when I was crying because I read my dad's email, and he/she was like.. jutek banget. ugh. and he/she told people, practically all parents, that they cant be too close w/ their children. namanya juga parents and their OWN children, masa ngga boleh deket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry guys, this blog seems helping me a lot. (as u can see, my last umm.. 3 posts, have been all about this.) i dont have any more 'best friends' to rely on.. so, here i am, writing this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-4707304672176473491?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4707304672176473491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4707304672176473491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4707304672176473491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4707304672176473491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/01/cruella.html' title='&apos;cruella&apos;'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7131538452844729147</id><published>2008-01-03T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:02:51.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i want to go home. im waiting for a chance to go home. or okay, if i cant go home, i wanna get out of this house. ASAP. betah? ngga juga.. kangen ruma..kangen smua.. disini gag enakk.. college nya enakk sih..td tmennya kyk ny bae2..bnyk org indo, tp dunno why ngga klop2 bgt.. hahah belom kli. tp td ad org egypt, ecuador gitu2..bae skali ad org egypt tapi dah umur 27..!! i like him, lucu skali =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kangen kangen kangen kangen kangen kangen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tapi ngga pgn skolah di indo. pgn disini. tp rumanya nga enak. huh&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/2029534258693949805-7131538452844729147?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7131538452844729147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7131538452844729147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7131538452844729147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7131538452844729147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2008/01/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7436034177177732740</id><published>2007-12-19T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:05:05.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh. not good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; miss them. like crazy. and it's not even a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i miss my room, and my table, which is not exactly one, but looks like it. and i miss reading and adding those quotes, icons, on my table. i miss my pink-black soccer ball, i miss my green Kappa! ugh! i miss playing w/ my silly lil bro.. Guitar Hero, and those stupid games we invented ourselves, HAHA. i miss my parents! I miss playing w/ my dad's hands, LOL. i want to see my mom and dad playing Tetris again! hahaha..Ohh, and i miss watching Kasih w/ 'em!  HA-HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I miss suster's cooking! I miss going out to dinner/lunch w/ my family... I want Cream&amp;amp;Fudge! Sushi Tei. hahaha, and i miss making fun of jeje when he ate A LOT..and let me tell you, I do it all the time, bcoz he always eats THAT much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I miss tempe goreng and sambel suster!plus ayam goreng and sayur asemnya! ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;if you want me to post all things i miss, i cant. huh, coz basically i miss EVERYTHING i hv in indo.&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/2029534258693949805-7436034177177732740?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7436034177177732740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7436034177177732740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7436034177177732740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7436034177177732740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/12/uh-oh-not-good.html' title='uh oh. not good.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7586053959379089641</id><published>2007-12-14T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:47:52.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWILIGHT'/><title type='text'>Robert Pattinson to star in Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BIG NEWS. arghh... Robert Pattinson? shud i call him Cedric Diggory? im sure all of you--if anyone reads this--know Robert Pattinson, but i'll post his pic, just in case. He plays Cedric in HP.. If you hvnt seen the movie, then go ahead and watch,, Goblet of Fire and Order of the Phoenix. If you read the books, then it'll be easy to recognize cedric at the movie, right? ugh, im babbling.. of course we all hv seen and read HP! LOLZ. Okay, move on. Cedric Diggory?? let's be honest, Cedric is not that bad. he's okay, he's cute and all. but LET ME REMIND ALL OF YOU.. Cedric.is.not.Edward..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143883411900155650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2K-taxVRwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_IntS8bb1mc/s200/pic09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See? Cute. but..not enough. not quite the same. edward is not umm..cute. he's dangerous yet beautiful! wait. cedric's a blonde? copper-haired?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143885224376354578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2LAW6xVRxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IS_w_xa8i9Y/s200/pic03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;now that i see him.. his eyes are black, greyish..hazel. edward's topaz! maybe, pitch black when he's thirsty. HAHA, unimportant, yep, im crazy. but, seeee,, dont get me wrong..I like cedric as well.. but. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not THAT disappointed.. coz wow, two of my favourite series are connected by an actor!!! what makes me feel this way is that..arghh.. no, no, no. cedric is not edward! cedric is cute, fine, but cedric cant compare MY Edward's (read: Edward in my head) insanely good looks!! Edward basically puts every guys to shame! (HA-HA, sorry, doesnt mean to, JK) Cedric is TOO thin for Edward! He's too...idk!! sEE for yourselves, there must be loaddss of his pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BUT..! i know there are VERY few actors who can look both beautiful and dangerous (like edward), so I WILL BE DISAPPOINTED somehow. since i saw henry cavill's pics, i know that he suits edward BEST. but, like everyone else has said, henry's too old for Edward.. anyway, yeah, very few actors who can look like THAT, and even fewer who i can picture as edward in my head. HE'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER, thats WHY! hahaha,looks like im trying to convince myself, not you guys. sooooo.. what can i say? if Summit Entertainments say so, then okay. maybe, he'll be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing: I DEFINITELY CANT WAIT.. Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart? Fine, maybe it'll turn out great! xD btw thanks bcoz we ALL know who's goin to play Edward now. next? start looking for more actors and actresses, coz WE WANT TO KNOW ASAP. esp, the Cullens? hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-nikki&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/2029534258693949805-7586053959379089641?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7586053959379089641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7586053959379089641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7586053959379089641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7586053959379089641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/12/robert-pattinson-to-star-in-twilight.html' title='Robert Pattinson to star in Twilight'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2K-taxVRwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_IntS8bb1mc/s72-c/pic09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8043332143707853164</id><published>2007-12-12T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:42:42.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><title type='text'>KYO. BLEACH. NARUTO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Watching anime? Reading mangas? Sure! Anime--and mangas--take reality to a whole new level, and also let our imaginations go wild. I absolutely love them, b/c the story plots &amp;amp; character developments are hypnotizing! Well, I am kinda the obsessive type, as you know! Yes, I am, but just so you know, I don't have any movable action figures, dolls, whatsoever, but I do collect their pictures! I'll post some from Naruto, Kyo, and only one frm Bleach [and a very cute one!!!] As for the others, like MAR, and girly girl mangas, theres no need to post the pics rite now, kay? maybe next time! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach--Shinigami, Humans, Hollows, etc. Read,or watch! Totally great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DGW_nkdQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9E8ju22c9HU/s1600-h/Bleach_Chibis__by_raidenokreuz76-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143328872793928962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DGW_nkdQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9E8ju22c9HU/s200/Bleach_Chibis__by_raidenokreuz76-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Renji. Byakuya. Ichigo. Hitsugaya. Ukitake. Urahara. Matsumoto. Yachiru. bla3. [BLEACH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;KYO - Samurai. Read, read, read, read. I totally recommend this! I have just finished reading Kyo for like the third time and it never bored me. Total of 38 books, look like theres a lot of secrets, but it's simple really. You have to read it!!! At first, I know it's a lil weird and a bit confusing, but you'll understand once you are done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DFQfnkdOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7-WGqH6B3I4/s1600-h/Kyo+#10-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143327661613151458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DFQfnkdOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7-WGqH6B3I4/s200/Kyo+%2310-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Kyo [KYO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DE0fnkdNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JQy8SjfPWKM/s1600-h/Kyo+#37-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143327180576814290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DE0fnkdNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JQy8SjfPWKM/s200/Kyo+%2337-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Kyoshiro Mibu [KYO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DEefnkdMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RuBaWX0XQlE/s1600-h/230820071216-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143326802619692226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DEefnkdMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RuBaWX0XQlE/s200/230820071216-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; TAISHIRO. Hishigi-Fubuki-Tokito-Yuan [KYO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DERPnkdLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wnlQ8Zoo5cQ/s1600-h/230820071215-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143326574986425522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DERPnkdLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wnlQ8Zoo5cQ/s200/230820071215-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; SHISEITEN. Hotaru-Akari-Bon-Akira [KYO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DEFvnkdKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/R_1U4g6DgA4/s1600-h/230820071223-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143326377417929890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DEFvnkdKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/R_1U4g6DgA4/s200/230820071223-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Yukimura Sanada - Sanada Jyuyushi [KYO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DDSvnkdJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2BSXtSwMZJA/s1600-h/250820071283-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143325501244601490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DDSvnkdJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2BSXtSwMZJA/s200/250820071283-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Hishigi - Yuan, Taishiro [KYO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DDB_nkdII/AAAAAAAAAGw/XG1eMc7CmF8/s1600-h/240820071275-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143325213481792642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DDB_nkdII/AAAAAAAAAGw/XG1eMc7CmF8/s200/240820071275-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hotaru/Keikoku, Shiseiten/Goyosei [KYO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Naruto - HAHA, everyone knows Naruto! Ninjas! what else? duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DBhPnkdHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BhoAYLV3qPA/s1600-h/Neji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143323551329449074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DBhPnkdHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BhoAYLV3qPA/s200/Neji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hyuuga Neji [Naruto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143331849206265138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DJEPnkdTI/AAAAAAAAAII/jM53-NQX0Mo/s200/5uchiha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uchiha Sasuke [Naruto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DAs_nkdFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jnhAdsXjDG0/s1600-h/rasengan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143322653681284178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DAs_nkdFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jnhAdsXjDG0/s200/rasengan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uzumaki Naruto [Naruto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DAPfnkdEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XPqw3YznHTQ/s1600-h/4th+Hokage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143322146875143234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DAPfnkdEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XPqw3YznHTQ/s200/4th+Hokage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Hokage, Naruto's Dad [Naruto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DAAPnkdDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t-wAQ6aCFjg/s1600-h/mau+d+pny+sensei+kek+gini+=P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143321884882138162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DAAPnkdDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t-wAQ6aCFjg/s200/mau+d+pny+sensei+kek+gini+%3DP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kakashi Hatake, JOUNIN [Naruto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2C-jfnkdCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xpzNDIg2QMk/s1600-h/sabaku+no+gaara%21+=P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143320291449271330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2C-jfnkdCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xpzNDIg2QMk/s200/sabaku+no+gaara%21+%3DP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gaara, SAND, [Naruto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143329186326541586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DGpPnkdRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rK2ex4H9rsA/s200/Uchiha+Itachi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uchiha Itachi, Akatsuki [Naruto]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8043332143707853164?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8043332143707853164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8043332143707853164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8043332143707853164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8043332143707853164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/12/kyo-bleach-naruto.html' title='KYO. BLEACH. NARUTO.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R2DGW_nkdQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9E8ju22c9HU/s72-c/Bleach_Chibis__by_raidenokreuz76-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-225555602177842029</id><published>2007-12-02T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:46:34.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWILIGHT'/><title type='text'>my day and another Twilight stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shopping and food! =p i went to Senayan City w/ my fam.. super fun! i went shopping. and we actually ate a lot! Kafe Betawi enak banget, seriously. i'm gonna miss makanan betawi, esp soto and sagu rangi nya!!! shoot, sagu rangi enak banget. xD trus makan yoghurt, hahaha.. jalan2 gitu, sblm plg mkn Cream&amp;amp;Fudge! Gila, makan mulu nih. Trnyata yah.. im a girl who wants to diet most of the time, but ALWAYS fails miserably, huh.. ok, movin on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read about this. Kristen Stewart is going to play Bella Swan in Twilight the Movie. This film will begin the production on Feb 2008 (I CANT WAIT), and will be directed by Catherine Hardwicke and Melissa Rosenberg (STEP UP). Twilight, as I have shared b4 (like always) tells a story of an average 17-year-old Bella Swan who moves to small town Forks, WA, to live w/ her father, Charlie. She becomes drawn to Edward Cullen, a pale, mysterious, lab partner, who seems determined to always push her away by sayin he's dangerous. Neither Bella nor Edward can deny the attraction that pulls them together, even when Edward confesses that he and his family are a coven of vampires. Their 'extraordinary' relationship soon puts Bella in great danger when another coven of vampires comes to town. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139386002621887266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R1LEVvnkcyI/AAAAAAAAADw/DN7kpS6LmFQ/s200/n822694700_187280_4244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139386805780771650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R1LFEfnkc0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/585Z77o6Sdc/s200/n772690211_1782645_3379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To be honest, I am quite 'happy' w/ the decision. for Kristen Stewart to be Bella. i hvnt seen any of her movies, but frm what i heard, she's a good actress and she is perfect for this role as she is experienced in most genre--comedy, horror, action, romance and more. and twilight fits into every one of these genre. In this 2 pics, she looks quite like Bella. One tip from all of us: Kristen shud smile a lot more. When she's smiling, we CAN see her as Bella. Well, some of us surely are disappointed, but hellooo? Bella is a fictional character, of course no one will look EXACTLY like her (READ: everyone has their 'own' Bella in my mind. Their own Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Rose, Esme, Jake and so on). *thinking of mine* uh-oh. basically, i cant wait to hear who's goin to play Edward (please dun lemme get all disappointed) and who will play the rest of the gang. in short, i cant wait to see the damn movie. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing. BREAKING DAWN. penasaran banget lanjutannya. Last time I heard, bkal di release Fall 2008 (depends on how fast Stephenie writes, tho.) *prays* I hope she doesnt hv a writer's block. i hope she'll write fast (as for how cool the story is, i hv no doubt, of course she'll write a good story. the first 3 are amazing!) Note: The pic below is not the official one. It's not out yet, so i took this pic frm a group in Facebook, but i think it'll make a good cover. hope that the official one is even better. (hahaha, of course, at first, the cover of twilight is the one that caught my attention) =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139390404963365714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R1LIV_nkc1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/oGj6hwZvjnc/s200/n4028140673_3352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;soo..im off, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo, nikki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-225555602177842029?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/225555602177842029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=225555602177842029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/225555602177842029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/225555602177842029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-day-and-another-twilight-stuff.html' title='my day and another Twilight stuff'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R1LEVvnkcyI/AAAAAAAAADw/DN7kpS6LmFQ/s72-c/n822694700_187280_4244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4412066821881034871</id><published>2007-11-29T07:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:48:51.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOSSIP GIRL'/><title type='text'>my day and gossip girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yesterday was bad enough. today? worse. first, i was left alone at home. well, it was my fault i was the ONLY one who got nothing to do. *sigh* my mom went to work, my dad went fishing, my bro had an exam (seriously, for now, i think im gonna take an exam. i kinda miss one, no kidding).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. i woke up. took a bath. had breakfast. continued watching gossip girl. yep, until the eighth episode. had lunch. went online. slept. watched stardust while eating potato chips. read fanfictions. looked at my collection of photos. had dinner. watched tv (fyi, only last about 5-10 mins. totally boring!) and got back online. thats it. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so, i did this blog. after hours of chatting, facebook-ing, browsing unimportant things just to waste time. so, this post is practically unimportant--rubbish. +P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138287800250579714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R07dh8-ouwI/AAAAAAAAADI/BhyJ_-fCJBg/s200/GossipGirlKeyArt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, as i hv said b4, i hv finished watching epi 8 of gossip girl. i seriously cant wait to watch the nxt episode. the nxt one, nxt, nxt, and so on. lol, thanks to jess, i am now addicted to this series. and you're right, this thing is BETTER than the books. hey im not saying i don't like the books! i love those! i read one in the library ( and i actually cursed the school's library for providing only 1 book. hey, there r 10! if u dont want to provide all 10, then don't put 1 of those. addictive ya know.) here i go again. stop, yeah. and i borrowed some. i dont get to read all 10, tho. not to worry, now that theres the show. so, watch this. but, be prepare, you will be addicted. insane. your minds to wander. umm.. cant stop regretting that chuck bass is fictional. (tv show chuck bass, that is, not book chuck bass) :D and you're going to love Blair. at least, i do. she's stunning! she has a beautiful collection of fashion stuff. lmao. her dresses? omg. the thing i love the most here is chuck. chuck&amp;amp;blair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chuck: Face it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blair: You sound like a jealous boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chuck: Yeah right, you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blair: No. You wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chuck: Please. You forget who you're talking to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blair: So do you. Do you--like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chuck: Define like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blair: Oh! You've got to be kidding! I do not believe this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chuck: How do you think I feel? I havent slept, I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach--fluttering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blair: Butterflies? Oh no no no no no, this cant be happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chuck: Believe me, no one is more suprised and ashamed than I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;: Chuck. You know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors they inspire, but these butterflies? they've got to be murdered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chuck: Fine. It wasnt that great, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blair: Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138294491809626898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R07jnc-ouxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PWAsIP1NIDs/s200/l34725ef60000_1_1642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138296471789550386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R07las-ouzI/AAAAAAAAADg/Nyebll4E3vA/s200/l347268090000_1_31698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138297000070527810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R07l5c-ou0I/AAAAAAAAADo/RIPcFiM0AHs/s200/l3481e0120001_1_6772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOL,love it.you gotta watch it. awesome. shit shit shit, i totally cant wait. looks like i hv short of patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ok, im off. this post is probably the longest post ive ever written. haha, after writing this my day seems better. see you soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxo, nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2029534258693949805-4412066821881034871?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4412066821881034871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4412066821881034871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4412066821881034871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4412066821881034871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-day-and-gossip-girl.html' title='my day and gossip girl'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/R07dh8-ouwI/AAAAAAAAADI/BhyJ_-fCJBg/s72-c/GossipGirlKeyArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8517734584262636226</id><published>2007-11-28T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:14:44.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;finally. i hv applied for my student visa and i got it. sadly, my mom didn't. uh. i wish she could come along w/ me, at least she could accompany me there for 2 weeks,.. well, the ticket is done as well. thanks to kecil and elwin. hehehe. xD thanks a million! =P at least there r ppl goin w/ me, that means im not alone. this small, carry all those big stupid bags, and lost. duh. not a nice picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to be honest, yeah, im excited. VERY, but im kinda sad as well. huh, am i ready livin w/ my..ipo? whom i barely know? well, we don't see her often. last time i saw her, it was 2 yrs ago. i cant see my parents, and my silly lil bro for 1 whole year, at least, that is. uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-nikki&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/2029534258693949805-8517734584262636226?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8517734584262636226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8517734584262636226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8517734584262636226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8517734584262636226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally.html' title='all done.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-6346467446150083880</id><published>2007-11-23T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:16:57.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS = bete?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Beberapa hari sblm haid dtg, biasanya kan kita jadi gmpng tersinggung, super sensitive, and no doubt, cranky. Pasti gara2 PMS deh..! Nah, barusan ini, I re-read my old magazine and found an article bout this. Found it a bit interesting and thought that I wud share it with u girls. (it might be useful. not for me. ngga berguna banget, coz ttp aja ttp bete pas haid).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katanya yah klo lagi PMS, pikiran kita jauh lebih jernih and tajam—tergantung gimana kita manfaatinnya. (gag banget sih) Ini lebi parah..katanya PMS seharusnya diganti jadi ‘powerful mental strength’ (read: pikiran n mood super pinter). Nfw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Kamu bukannya “emosional”, tp kamu KREATIF.Yeah right. Hahaha. Nih scientific banget. Katanya pas PMS, kadar testosterone kita decreases, jadi pengaruhin otak kiri kita yang buat kita mikir logis, analitis, n rasional. Hahaha, sama kayak pas bikin math nih yg itungannya bkin otak ngejlimet.) nah, gr2 itu kita lebi pake otak kanan kita yg buat kreatifitas. JADI DO SOMETHING CREATIVE (pada saat kalian sdang PMS) hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kamu bukannya “sensitive”, tp km punya “intuition yg tajam”Katanya yah klo lg PMS, kita jadi tmba peka. Seriously? Katanya 1 week before ‘it’ comes, perasaan kita tmba tajam dah kyk psychic, berarti otak kanannya lagi kerja ekstra keras. duh? bnerannya? coz my intuition jrg bner di hari2 biasa, apalagi pas dpt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. Kamu bukannya “menyebalkan”, tp km “PD”SO.NOT.TRUE. *sigh*Pas lagi PMS, progesterone kita kan juga turun, jd itu mempengaruhi sisi feminine kita. Semakin dikit kadar progesterone di dlm bdn, itu artinya smakin kecil keinginan kita utk berhubungan dgn org laen. Hehe. For the first time, I AGREE. Pantes banget klo lg dpt, kerjaannya males banget kemana2, berbaeq2 sm org. huh. Meaning nih, kamu jadi lebi PD dan mampu melakukan smuanya ndiri, plus kurang bisa tolerate org2 yg nyebelin.hehehe. JD GUYS, klo maw putusin cowooo ( klo u guys lg terlibat dlm relationship yg membosankan), lakukan pas PMS yah. Hehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s just for fun. Tp bneran loh, I gag made up the article, bner2 ada. Tp sih syngnya nga bner buat sy. Coz I hate it when im on my period. Udah bête gr2 gag comfortable, sakitnya bkan maen lagi! So, how am I goin to enjoy that? Jangankan suru do something creative, ikutin intuisi, bla3. Jalan kluar kamar aja kdg males, pgn curl up on my bed all day long. THE WHOLE WEEK, mgkn? Hehe, gag lah.. plg the first 3 days yg uh oh, kacaw lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-nikki&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/2029534258693949805-6346467446150083880?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/6346467446150083880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=6346467446150083880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6346467446150083880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6346467446150083880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/11/pms-bete.html' title='PMS = bete?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8058345217410841178</id><published>2007-11-15T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:18:25.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well..since the documents dah complete, brarti nxt week i'll probably apply for my student visa, and hopefully, accepted. duh. LOL. but then, something's bothering my mind again. arghh.. hidup tenanggggggggg kemanaa? huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari dulu..sejakk God knows when...pengen banget masuk UCLA! tp.. pengen masuk Haas juga!! pengen pengen pengen pengen!!!!! tp SF sanaa kan.. huhh..bingung UCLA (kmrn dikasihh taw--not sure juga, coz surprising it is--klo UCLA pny program..ngga ad bz studies, yada yada,,ngga ngerti ah!) tp pengen UC Berkeley Haas School of Business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8058345217410841178?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8058345217410841178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8058345217410841178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8058345217410841178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8058345217410841178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-6844882956696673757</id><published>2007-10-30T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:19:17.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f*** off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eww.why dont u stay away from me? seriously. ngga ngerti banget deh..aneh, menyebalkan. perlu dihajar..ngga bisa mikir..euwwwhhh.. ewwwwww..ewwww.ewwwww.ewwwwwww.. SEBAL!&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/2029534258693949805-6844882956696673757?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/6844882956696673757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=6844882956696673757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6844882956696673757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6844882956696673757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/10/f-off.html' title='f*** off'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3180905776439701054</id><published>2007-10-25T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:20:43.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im confused~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;first of all.. how cud i forget my own cuzzie's bday? *sigh* bad cuzzie, bad cuzzie. well..happy -super- belated birthday for ko2 chris! hehe.. better late..than never?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harii ini..fine. gw akirnya sls juga my final paper, my final presentation. td ngmg sampe about 30 mins, mulut cape banget! i was so nervous. tp..nothing lyk oral english o lvl.sial, gw masih inget banget..sampe lompat2 gw gr2 grogi.. well..i think i did okay. i shud say quite well, perhaps? =p moga2 aja gw dpt grade bagus..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;last thing i hv to do? get my take home writing test done..study for my final..shit i suck at vocab, keqnya. huhu.. smoga2 gag susa2 deh *prays* abis tuh..im done! yay! tp2..gw bikin yg mana? ad 9 options! smuanya susa2, aneh2.. and argumentative! dang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw pgn cpet2 pasti nih collegenya.. :( nga enaq klo kek gn..gag tenang spertinya.mana gw masi bingung abt what major to take. business? tp apa? i dont understand anythin about it.. tp im curious! science?duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;im confused~~~~ i don't know.. wtf, masa dr bnyk posts gini,ampir smua desperate gini sih? hih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nikki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-3180905776439701054?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/3180905776439701054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=3180905776439701054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3180905776439701054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3180905776439701054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-confused.html' title='im confused~'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-378365494703233080</id><published>2007-10-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:48:53.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hate Monday morning.. *groans*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bkn monday sih ni hr..tp dr kemaren keknya rsanya tuh monday mulu... malessss bnaget..pdhl td di tmpt les ad fun juga sih.. broadcasting gtu2 hhehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;udahhh ah..no maidsss..CAPE. bdan pegel2..pundak sakit. pala pusing..! huh.banyak tugas! ketinggalan nih. i hvnt done my final paper, dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimpers* im nt feeling very well. dr kemaren..biasanya sy senang diajak jln2..dr kmrn pegi2 mulu..nyari makan lah..apa lah.. my head's spinning.. bdn gw keknya anget..tp gw gag brani ngmg ma my parents. pathetic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-nikki :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-378365494703233080?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/378365494703233080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=378365494703233080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/378365494703233080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/378365494703233080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-morning.html' title='Monday morning?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-7376591926837630043</id><published>2007-10-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:50:25.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-don't-know-what-to-call-this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. i can be obsessed w/ fictional characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. i truly hate it when i'm on my period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. i hate waking up goddamn early ev'ry morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. i extremely hate goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. i am a book-freak. it's a fact that i can't live w/o books.. lmao. im nt exaggerating anything here, kay. =pHAHAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,, 5 facts bout me..err.. i'll add more l8r, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;huahhh,, banyak tugasss.. pdhl dah mw libur..lusaa br libur.. bayangkan, my bro dah lbr dari senin,, ad 2 weeks liburnya.. sdangkan sy.. 17 dah msk.. *sigh* we're supposed to hv fun, or at least, hv a break, during a hol'.. huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaee..im goin to be away for a while.. can't open HEX.huh..hope that peekaboo'll be alright..leave her w/ one of the HEXers.. or si orok can help me.. yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-7376591926837630043?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/7376591926837630043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=7376591926837630043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7376591926837630043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/7376591926837630043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know-what-to-call-this.html' title='i-don&apos;t-know-what-to-call-this'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-5189539027832439480</id><published>2007-10-06T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:43:02.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWILIGHT'/><title type='text'>i AM sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well.. I came across these avvies.. (cute, eh? yeah *nods* for me, they are!) im sorryyyy *whimpers* i kno maybe i start getting on ur nerves..but i AM obsessed. huh..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwepjMg-dPI/AAAAAAAAACs/4RZo48oPNYY/s1600-h/th_thEDWARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118245923649910002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwepjMg-dPI/AAAAAAAAACs/4RZo48oPNYY/s200/th_thEDWARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118245558577689826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwepN8g-dOI/AAAAAAAAACk/pqWouLj_7Is/s200/th_ScrewDracula.jpg" border="0" height="111" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwenz8g-dMI/AAAAAAAAACU/B_fPzOElW1k/s1600-h/th_Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118244012389463234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwenz8g-dMI/AAAAAAAAACU/B_fPzOElW1k/s200/th_Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwenecg-dLI/AAAAAAAAACM/1kd9KbcghUE/s1600-h/ICONATOR_f580351ded2773951d1f1b0249c8c27b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 99px; height: 95px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x67/bloodyrosethornes/thThreethings.gif" border="0" height="173" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118243643022275762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwenecg-dLI/AAAAAAAAACM/1kd9KbcghUE/s200/ICONATOR_f580351ded2773951d1f1b0249c8c27b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwem7sg-dKI/AAAAAAAAACE/czb2zEBAeGI/s1600-h/ICONATOR_e636bd36b697c238434dd4afbdfc7ac8.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118243046021821602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwem7sg-dKI/AAAAAAAAACE/czb2zEBAeGI/s200/ICONATOR_e636bd36b697c238434dd4afbdfc7ac8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwemccg-dJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iOVFxGmuWoo/s1600-h/ICONATOR_2cc17ec0bed7d578aa14d43bc61d2bcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118242509150909586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 111px; height: 108px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/Rwemccg-dJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iOVFxGmuWoo/s200/ICONATOR_2cc17ec0bed7d578aa14d43bc61d2bcb.jpg" border="0" height="104" width="107" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 117px; height: 116px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u259/pretty_in_black_2007/twilightfan2.gif" border="0" height="158" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-5189539027832439480?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/5189539027832439480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=5189539027832439480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5189539027832439480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5189539027832439480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-sorry.html' title='i AM sorry!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwepjMg-dPI/AAAAAAAAACs/4RZo48oPNYY/s72-c/th_thEDWARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-6536370726341977707</id><published>2007-10-04T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:46:05.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWILIGHT'/><title type='text'>keep reading..ok? you may find out 1 fact bout me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well.. I'm kinda bored, no kidding.. i'm sorry, i guess that u guys hv no idea at all of what im gonna talk about, but, what the hell, no one's gonna read, i just wanna share it,.umm..actually, i just want to write, practically about anything..duh. but this one that first comes to my mind. maybe bcoz i just read until chap 24 of Eclipse..yay! can't wait to know the ending.oops, no. can't wait to READ the next book. fall 2008, but that depends, too. i really hope it comes out on time, or sooner, even better, lol. *grins* CAN'T WAIT! *prays&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well.. The first one is Edward Cullen--a vampire. i love him! bner2 keren deh, no kidding!(for some girls, yg klo baca bner2 imagine tuh org..most girls,i guess?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's Bella Swan--human.lol. weird human, she is. but really funny! is she goin to be a vampire too? *thinking* maybe, she is..! *prays again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Black--a werewolf.. hooo... this guy..umm..i love him, too..but, i dunno, i LOVE the fact that edward and bella r together, at the end.. it's a good thing that Jacob ngga imprint sama Bella..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwUCusg-dDI/AAAAAAAAABM/xJrVNvooSuc/s1600-h/cavill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117499552823145522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwUCusg-dDI/AAAAAAAAABM/xJrVNvooSuc/s200/cavill2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Henry Cavill is def. Edward Cullen!lol. yeah..seriously, paling mirip dy.. =p I know &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;can see it,too! *chuckles* look at him, jeez! ev'ryone yg bca the series, and sees this post, pasti agree with me!! bner kan, cocok kan? lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118248105493296386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RweriMg-dQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RUg-7K8XEig/s200/browning1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwUEscg-dFI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZKwX3q8rnak/s1600-h/normal_Alexis_Bledel_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117501713191695442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwUEscg-dFI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZKwX3q8rnak/s200/normal_Alexis_Bledel_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Basically, I see that Alexis Bledel suits Bella Swan.. I don't know, tp the first time I read Twilight..and I remembered Alexis.. then, poof! Alexis=Bella.. and then, Emily Browning juga bole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwUDh8g-dEI/AAAAAAAAABU/B-5e_KZtf_w/s1600-h/actors_strait2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117500433291441218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwUDh8g-dEI/AAAAAAAAABU/B-5e_KZtf_w/s200/actors_strait2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Now, now..Jacob Black basically looks like Steven Strait (w/ long hair)! Oh, you can see the pic,, jangan salah, although he's just 16 maybe,, he grows up so damn fast. something's wrong with La Push's guys! or the tribe. *snorts* but, nah, ish ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;read more..coz' ni juga i found out dr official webnya..katanya maw dibkin movie! *squeal* hehe..kan baru liat henry cavill..trnyata yg maen stardust juga!hehe.. pkoknya langsung stuju dehh sama meyer! well,, pasti lah yah? she's the writer!!! of course, she knows better..well, uh.. jacob&amp;amp;edward disini..juga fav suggestionnya meyer..klo alexis most fav kita2 juga..tp i heard, henry cavill ngga bisa maen edward, coz he's 24?? huh! ishh OK, he still looks insanely handsome! *giggles* and.. charlie hunnam who's supposed to play Carlisle..ktnya refuse script yg ad vampiresnyaa... &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;3 dl deh.. Padahal there are more,ya know.. Ada Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett.. Esme, Alice, and Rosalie! Itu harus. and i can add more, *shrug* maybe. James. Sam,perhaps? hehe.. tp, masih dlm process pencarian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAHAHAHA.. bner2, nothing to do, ya,sampe kek gini. nvm.hehe.. at least,now YOU can figure out one more fact about me.. can't you? lol. yesh, iam, i can be obsessed w/ fictional characters.. hahauahuaa, yeah, im a weirdoooooo..but not really. some girls ARE like that. berimajinasi tinggi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kita.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-6536370726341977707?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/6536370726341977707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=6536370726341977707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6536370726341977707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/6536370726341977707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/10/keep-readingok-you-may-find-out-1-fact.html' title='keep reading..ok? you may find out 1 fact bout me.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5h8rcf0IMc/RwUCusg-dDI/AAAAAAAAABM/xJrVNvooSuc/s72-c/cavill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3938428888659751876</id><published>2007-09-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:43:56.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWILIGHT'/><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now, the moment we've all been waiting for.. oops, no.. the moment &lt;em&gt;I'&lt;/em&gt;ve been waiting for! hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Finally! Aww..*speechless* I am SO excited!!!!!!!!!! really, i cant wait to read that amazing vampire love saga! hey people, u guys KNOW me. U guys KNOW i hate horrors. tapi tapiii.. ini walopun ttg vampires-humans-werewolves. O.M.G. keren bnagett..TRUST me! klo gag percaya. silahkan..rush out to the nearest bookstores, and beli first booknya.. TWILIGHT. nah,, 1st book, sama 2nd book--NEW MOON--bisa ditemukan di jakartaa.. tp Eclipse, which is the 3rd book, beloom! ukh! sampe sbel banget.. gara2 penasaran and pgn cepet2 baca, i even called all KINOKUNIYA di jakarta..*grins* and GAG AD YG PUNYA. katanya OUT OF STOCK di PIM,, trus sisanya bilang BELOM PERNA KLUAR. *whimpers*.. ok, stop,,karena sy dah dapet bukunya!!! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok..jd gr2 taw di Jkarta tak kluar2..i heard frm my friend, Elena..ktnya dy dah pny! and dy beli di Spore..duh duh..sapa juga bisa ksono cuma beliii..and then..gag tau..tiba2 one of my wishes bisa come true gtu.. hihi..my dad's friend maw ksono.. ^^ jadi titip ajaa dehhh! hehehe..and kemarin ini dy pulang gtu..and told me klo bukunya ud ad..bakal dititipin ke papi pas golf..TODAY! hhaahhaa..barusan my dad pulang.. and YES, bkunya ad!ehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;kay kay..thanks to my dad, and of course, his friend, too. thankssss a lot,,,,! =D anggep aja my bday presssie kay, aku kan cuma minta buku! hehehhee.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;im off! maw cpet2 baca nih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;xoxo,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-3938428888659751876?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/3938428888659751876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=3938428888659751876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3938428888659751876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/3938428888659751876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/09/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-4378560432349885377</id><published>2007-09-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:35:34.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!^$^@%&amp;@^!&amp;*&amp;)@*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;hoahhhmm.. ngantuk banget! pasti nih gr2 kemaren maen sampe ngga liat jem,,kurang tidur deh.. zzzz.. --" *stoodupstretchedandyawned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grabbedhp* oh no..dah jem segini..!%#!$^%&amp;amp;@&amp;amp;^@(&amp;amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rushedoutoftheroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bathroom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*openedthecloset* ahhhh..what to wearr???? bodo2! *snatchedapinkteeajeans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gotready* &amp;amp;%&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;$#^$%*&amp;amp;^^ telat deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnyaaa.. *grabbedmybagmyfileandrusheddownthestairs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supir udah nyampee belom sih?? *servedmyselfabowlofcereal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIIINNNN... buru2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;lewat total futsall..ahhh..kangen2 maen bola *deepsigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah jem seginii..MACET banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaa..akirnya muter arah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyampeeee.. telat2 dikit lah *snickered*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dannn..*wrotecompoyawnedreadapassageyawned* berlangsung lamaaa... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww..akirnya.... 45 mins lagi balikk..YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teacherr informed us,, "let's have a debate!" *sighedagain* "death penalty!against and for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*debated* nggak abis2 nih, both teams tak ad yg mengalahh..zz --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRIIINNGGG... *laughs* finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hpvibrtaed* hellooo? hah? apa? bengkel?nunggu 2 jem lebih?ngga salah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh..dijemput udin! yauda.. *wenttothelibraryandlooked around* ad hunchback of notre dame..iseng2 ahhh.. *read*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sls..cape.. ahh.. kompiee.. *playedbookwormadventure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lama bnaget sihhh! *hpvibrated* ohh udah! yaudah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulangsmudinandopa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;laperrrr..blm ad makanan...&lt;br /&gt;keatas..panas banget..&lt;br /&gt;liat tas..lupa ad tugas numpuk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HOAAHHHHMM,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could it get any worse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodoh!hahahaha..yawda, =p gelo nih. BASED ON A TRUE STORY, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nikki&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/2029534258693949805-4378560432349885377?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4378560432349885377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=4378560432349885377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4378560432349885377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/4378560432349885377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='!^$^@%&amp;@^!&amp;*&amp;)@*'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8947077028561811526</id><published>2007-09-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:44:14.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><title type='text'>im 16!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;first of all, thankiesss yah buat org yg dah wished me happy bday =) *hugsallofu*&lt;br /&gt;just got back home..yahh.as always sy tak ngerayain apa2..cuma 2 hr ini dinner ama my fam..^^ lama2 tmba ndut nih hauahuahuaaa.. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lets see..being 16...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. im TRYING to a better person *snorts* lol. hauahuaa..seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;2. im TRYING spy tak males2 banget lagii.. smoga sy bisa serius dikit bljr..tak maen2 mulu..gr2 kbnykan nganggur kmrn ni.. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;3. ohhh..no kidding nih! GW MAW TMBA TINGGIII! *sobs* ok, kan a better person..means hrs terima dan menghargai apa adanya..lol..!&lt;br /&gt;4. and lastly. smoga my wishes come true! (well, i have my own secret wishes.. =p ) it's normal kan,a girl can dreeaamm!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;huhehueheue..ok, im off! i know gelo ah ni, tp im just happy being 16! ^^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8947077028561811526?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8947077028561811526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8947077028561811526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8947077028561811526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8947077028561811526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-16.html' title='im 16!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-5643696778873158895</id><published>2007-09-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:44:33.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><title type='text'>a 'family'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hexrpg.com/"&gt;http://www.hexrpg.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hogwarts Extreme: An Interactive Harry Potter RPG Website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I came across the web about a month ago.. Tepatnya pas independence day! lol. yeah, i know, i was bored, kay, extremely bored!! Eh kebetulan ad yg menarik perhatian, yawda join deh sy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I was asked to describe myself, bla bla bla... and i was accepted! A mixed-blood witch, 1st year Ravenclaw..! yawda.. i went to Diagon Alley, trus beli food bnyk banget coz i was ravenous and it affected my health..! HA! =p oh, i even bought my own wand!!! Veela Hair, 7 1/2 inches.. *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kay.. so, sy maen slama 3 hari without knowing EXACTLY what the game was all about. cuma click sana sini aja.. --" cape deh..~so stupid of me. *snorts* tapiiii..untung this girl, &lt;em&gt;Xonrad, &lt;/em&gt;sent me an owl--message--and helped me A LOT. thankieess for my xo.. =D ngobrol sana sini.. she told me basically this game is bout interacting w/ other ppl... yawda, akirnya ngerti deh..tp honestly yah, kcewaa.. ~ukkhh.. masaa.. ampir smua harus pake ngmg..di common room, dorm, class, contest, sampe quidditch aj juga.. hiyaks! BUT.. ga smua yah.. i told you MOSTLY, tp gag smua.. u can build ur own store at Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade.. bisa shopping jga, coz u hv ur own money.. ^^V so niwae.. pas taw gamenya gini2 doang (read: kebnykan interacting with ppl), lama2 cape juga rasanya gtuw.. tp, i just cudnt stop playing.. -_-" &lt;strong&gt;BEWARE~~~~~ bisa addicted sama this game!!!! *smirk*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;makin lama makin ngak bisa stop nih gw.. Xon ngajak join fam.. yg pertamanya ide nya &lt;em&gt;Vimmy..&lt;/em&gt; so, kita bkin thread: Searching for a fam.. and makin bnyk yg join.. ad Risa, Sury, Luna, Xon, Vimmy, Dale, Jaessa, Elven, NeferJane, EsterMarie, lotsa more! Kita adain contest family name gtu2..dapet deh akirny..fam name kita NEVAEH. =P Xon's my grandma..Risa cuz in law.. Luna, vim my cuzzies.. Dale &amp;amp; Jaessa r my parents. Sury my uncle! pkoknya gitu *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;skrg.. sy addicted sma HEX.. &gt;&lt;&gt;walopun ngga prna ktm..tp seru aja spending time with all of em. =p kita role-playing picnic, ke amusement park.. lol. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hauahuahuahaua..yeahhh..udah ah, stop rite here. nggak jelas deh emang..tp i dunno why, i feel lyk i wanna share this with whoever reads my blog. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im off!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, nikki~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-5643696778873158895?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/5643696778873158895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=5643696778873158895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5643696778873158895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/5643696778873158895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/09/family.html' title='a &apos;family&apos;'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-2144936103029171529</id><published>2007-09-20T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:45:01.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wow. dah lama tidak post blog.. huwee..dulu pdhl kan ngga ad krjaan gitu gr2 liburan..tp gag buka blog ini..malah maen HEX, yg ternyata REALLY FUN. it helps ppl lyk me, yg nggak jlas maw ngpn.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ok, lets forget bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. i am not as jobless as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. in fact, i hv quite a lot of works to do. *sighs* (FYI, its not that im thankful bout that one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. i have a presentation to do tmrw morning, yet i hvnt even decided what im gonna talk bout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. outline for the final paper is waiting for me. monday,to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. and lastly. i miss you matsushitans lyk crazy. *sobs* i miss hangin out with u guys. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ok, lets stop right there. dun get me wrong, nggak smuanya desperate kyk gitulah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im sixteen in no time, thats one. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lupain smua tugas2nya..i have fun. apalagi klo ad klas gabungan.. klas gabungan pertama itu kita role-playing.. kita communicate with ppl, cari room kita di dorm.. and guru2nya juga seru2.. =) malah kita dapet chances to complain pas role-playing..ok, whoever reads this blog wont understand wat im saying. *nods* i kno, i kno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd activity br kmrn ini. berhubung yg suggest this activity gurunya 'crazy'...nama activity nya jadi WACKY JOB INTERVIEWS. ohhh..trnyata gw dpt job offers lmyn bnyk loh, dibanding sm yg laen, lol. as a (bank) robber, nude photographer, erotic dancer, and im the boss of all kidnappers. i kno. it was insane. yeah, namanya juga WACKY. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;okey dokey. im off!! -nikki-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-2144936103029171529?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/2144936103029171529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=2144936103029171529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2144936103029171529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/2144936103029171529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/09/desperate.html' title='back'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-8369319398528619075</id><published>2007-06-21T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:45:26.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;niwae,, gw blm ad ide nih mao ngmg apaan,,thu buat yg protes, &lt;strong&gt;KS and Billy&lt;/strong&gt; =p gw ad reason knp masukinnya poem buat &lt;strong&gt;1st post&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..yakk..gw masi inget wkt prtama kli boq suru gw msk ke sklh yg namanya bina bangsa =p hahahaha.. thu skola super ngejreng warna orange di pinggir tol..yg tiap ari macet..sampe my 1st day ke skola aja ampe ngarets =p well..kan namanya sy masih kecil,,,hoho.jd rd takut donk masuk lingkungan br..wkakakaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya..jd dateng dhe tu ke &lt;strong&gt;orientation..&lt;/strong&gt; yah..biasalah..kenal2an..sampe akirnya mlm.inget bner gw bw sleeping bag..milih di pojok ujung..di library sana haha..trus &lt;strong&gt;Merry and Jovita&lt;/strong&gt; nyamperin..kita tukeran no HP..nahhh..disana gw mulai dpt tmen2 bae..prtama mreka bdua ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makin lama..makin gag nyesel gw masuk sini..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JAUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lebih seru drpd skola lama gw..ato mgkn yg namanya SMP SMA pastinya lebih seru dr SD kali yawh ahahhaa. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah udah,,klo dicritain dr gw &lt;strong&gt;1c&lt;/strong&gt;..ke &lt;strong&gt;churchill&lt;/strong&gt;..sampe &lt;strong&gt;forbes &amp;amp; matsu&lt;/strong&gt;..bisa repot hhahha..ribet bner...jd lgsg aja yaks ke &lt;strong&gt;matsu&lt;/strong&gt;..ehheeehe.. disini plg bnyk &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories--both good &amp;amp; bad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; waktu rasanya jg yg plg cpet thuuu..hahaha.gag kerasaa BANGET..huhu,jd sedih deh &gt;.&lt;&gt; ENJOY&lt;/strong&gt;,yak,yak??soalnya brg MATSUSHITA '07..gag prna ad bosennya!!! hahahhahahaa.. gag nyangka..4 taon gtu di bbs rasanya jd cpet bngt..gag pgn pisah sm u guys..&lt;em&gt;i knoe this time will come someday gtu, tp gag nyangka bkal secepet ini&lt;/em&gt; T.T &lt;em&gt;thanks 4 teachin me the real meaning of friendship =p yg gag cm buat hvn fun..tp pst ad bete2annya jg..sama matsu, we've gone thru all of em.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.kayaknya klo ttg matsu mnding dingmgin di blog matsu sj yah..pkoknya nih kan buat yg protes thu..ahhahahaa..jd nulis ni aja dehhh..kan smua jd lagi ngmgin friendship kita ..yaks? hhehehe..ok deh.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029534258693949805-8369319398528619075?l=nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/feeds/8369319398528619075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029534258693949805&amp;postID=8369319398528619075' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8369319398528619075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029534258693949805/posts/default/8369319398528619075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-nickelodeon.blogspot.com/2007/06/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09242220900141154010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029534258693949805.post-3658732138722273155</id><published>2007-06-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:04:03.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post, yeay</title><content type='html'>1st post nhe.. haha.. gag tau maw ngmg apaan..tp rasanya sru jg thu klo kita smua bikin blog..buat keep contact kn jd tmba lengkap gtu =p hhehe..niwae,asal aja lah yak.. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lg liat2 gtu..trus nemu ini..haha..keknya bole nhe buat matsushitans '07.. =p ff yakk guys. love u! xoxo.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER FRIENDS&gt;© Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're joined in a friendship&lt;br /&gt;That time cannot sever&lt;br /&gt;With bonds we have built&lt;br /&gt;We'll remain friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're welded in spirit&lt;br /&gt;Attached by our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And fused by the feelings&lt;br /&gt;That friendship emparts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're tied by emotions&lt;br /&gt;Connected by dreams&lt;br /&gt;Reinforced by our hopes&lt;br /&gt;Unified by extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer a function&lt;br /&gt;of time or of space&lt;br /&gt;Our love is a substance&lt;br /&gt;That life won't replace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how distant&lt;br /&gt;We'll always endeavour&lt;br /&gt;To sense the full meaning&lt;br /&gt;of Friendship Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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