<?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-31692253</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:15:27.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Talk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-865774418794790182</id><published>2008-03-10T12:18:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:41.887+07:00</updated><title type='text'>random blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simon and Debby have been super whinny about my laziness of updating my blog. So guys, I hope you'll be dancing around naked in utter joy when you find this post. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175992444803528210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TRtHiethI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3aoH7TbEV2s/s320/gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, this is the best and the neatest wrapping job I've ever done. And it's amazing since I did it at around 1:30 AM. Look at all those fluffy bows! I love it! It's perfect! Hahahah... I consider mysef as a super talented freak!! Teeheehee.. In case you didn't know, it was a gift for one of Lexus customer. Wouldn't you be happy if you're the customer? Of course you would!! That's why you should be one of our customers now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175993333861758498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TSg3ietiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/19Zik5gjMGE/s320/reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Like a week ago or so, we had this small junior high reunion. I went there with Simon and Debby, had a bottle of cold beer and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175994072596133426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TTL3ietjI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3Xm9GUgZ8nc/s320/joan+debby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The bitches of self-phototaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175994630941881922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TTsXietkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nHl0dYzwKt8/s320/christie+joan+debby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie, Me, Debby, always ready for another shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Friday night, my friends took me to this cool place in Ancol. I really really love this place. It reminds me of Bali so much since it is super similiar to Kudeta (Oberoi - Bali). The lighting, the music, and the beach bring the great atmosphere of coziness. The only thing I wasn't so glad about Segarra is their pricey food. The food was quite delicious but I guess it's still too expensive, at least for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175997950951601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TWtnietoI/AAAAAAAAAaE/kcgQk0TD3ts/s320/joan+abol+nezi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me, Abol and Nezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175998887254472338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TXkHietpI/AAAAAAAAAaM/R0BaLO2qr9o/s320/eric+neza+andi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Eric, Neza, Andi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175999767722768034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TYXXietqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-u2HUOMvNZU/s320/mario+%26+sasmita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Mario (the Backstreet Boys boy, haha!!) and Sasmita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I told Simon and Debby about Segarra and told them that they could even use the place for weddings. They could block the whole area. I was actually picturing my own wedding at Segarra. Hahaha! With a little bit drama on my description, I finally convinced them to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So on Sunday I went there for the second time, with Abol, Simon, and Debby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176001150702237378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TZn3ietsI/AAAAAAAAAak/hsLodqbxg6Y/s320/la+piazza.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hung out at Chatterbox La Piazza, where I told all dramatized descriptons about Segarra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175996653871478386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TViHietnI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Xe_JRiVz-E8/s320/segarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And they loved it. I knew they would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176000283118843570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TY1XietrI/AAAAAAAAAac/XTTG-OaWkxU/s320/simon+debby+segarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The super whiney freak couple. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm quite sure you can find the complete review of this place including the foods on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simonlesmana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simon's Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. He was super busy taking pictures during our time there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176001876551710418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TaSHiettI/AAAAAAAAAas/zm0u1E_5hGs/s320/joan+%26+abol+segarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Me and Abol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey! Wait a second! I think I see long hair in the picture... YUP!! That's right! It's all about extensions and my new beautiful long hair. I'm a super happy person and I love my new hair! And I know everybody loves it too!! Hahaha!! It's actually the third hairstyle I've tried in less than a year. The first was my super blonde highlight (June 2007). The second was the bangs (November 2007).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In case you need a clearer view, here's another shot of my new hair. Teeheehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176003465689609954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TbunietuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/jBMotYzzzX4/s320/joan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOVELY!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-865774418794790182?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/865774418794790182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=865774418794790182&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/865774418794790182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/865774418794790182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-blog.html' title='random blog'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R9TRtHiethI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3aoH7TbEV2s/s72-c/gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-7718170361006013869</id><published>2008-02-11T08:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:43.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bling bling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always love bling bling. Shiny stuffs always make me turn my head and show my dreamy eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since I first saw my CDMA phone (before I bought it), I knew that someday I would put some rhinestones on it and make it a bling gadget. So two days ago, I went to Plaza Indonesi (Toko Renda) and bought some flatback crystals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went home that day, tried so hard (by hard, I mean I spent almost 3 hours) to find a cute or cool design to put the crystals. But nothing was good enough for me, so I put the crystals back on its plastic container and went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The next day I decided to googled some good and simple design. I was a little bit shocked when I found so many things bling-ed up, from the most common one to the most uncommon but gorgeous ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's one Netherlands company which actually specialized in headphones custom design for famous DJs, it's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blingaffair.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bling Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. They put Swarovski crystals all over your headphones and make it on of a kind with the design you choose. But they are now taking orders for your other gadget too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165540032657609138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-vSp-d0bI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hu1BbXSKjks/s320/bling+affair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are some of the designs : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536467834753362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-sDJ-d0VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xTlRlNetCcw/s320/camera.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Digital Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536472129720674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-sDZ-d0WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/plM6W4FMfOI/s320/ipod.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;iPod Video, but they also do iPod Shuffle and Nano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536476424688002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-sDp-d0YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-zQuxYPnjIQ/s320/earphones.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, they crystalize the earphones too!! Cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536476424687986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-sDp-d0XI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2xxJqf2G3FQ/s320/PSP.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Sony PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165540032657609170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-vSp-d0dI/AAAAAAAAAWk/45qPh3GNPXc/s320/zippo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Zippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And finally their masterpiece, the headphones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165540028362641826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-vSZ-d0aI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qK12spjOPbw/s320/headphones.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I personally think the skull and crossbones are super cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On other site I found other cute bling bling items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165540032657609154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-vSp-d0cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RtTDGxYaCn4/s320/blutooth+headset.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blutooth headset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165540036952576482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-vS5-d0eI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tT_cv_OTSDc/s320/lipstick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lipsticks cases (Kinda useless I think, since yo don't show your lipstick case that much..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536480719655314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-sD5-d0ZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XLLCcltQOo0/s320/cardholder.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Namecard holders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found another cool stuffs!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165541935328121330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-xBZ-d0fI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xA0TGHNgcm8/s320/stationary.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TADAAA!!! Office stationary!! They're the Jeweled Desk Set. You can get the optical mouse and stapler for $80 each and the tape dispenser for $89 on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neiman Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I'd love to have a set! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165541939623088642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-xBp-d0gI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oDnr_s0JYqo/s320/drink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy your bling drinks! I love the bottle. The tall and slim shape, the smooth tempered glass, the logo's font, everything not forgetting the bling! I wonder if the water taste as fabulous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And now, I'm about to present you the most amazing office stationary slash jewelry. Are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165541943918055954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-xB5-d0hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/frTMF1-Dyeg/s320/swarovski+usb.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isn't it amazing? It's Phillip Swarovski Crystal USB Flash Drive. You can wear it as a necklace too. Each drive is studded with real Swarovski crystal and you can have it for $2000. What a price...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well anyways, after all the blings I found on the internet I still didn't find the perfect design for my phone. So I decided to just glued the crystals on my phone without further thinking. By the way, the glue I bought at Toko Renda is great. It has a super pointy-needle like tip to make it easier to glue small piece as crystals. It's a special glue for crafts actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I spent 4 straight hours gluing the rhinestones to get my phone its new look : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-xCJ-d0iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mLslV7JtOz8/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165541948213023266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-xCJ-d0iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mLslV7JtOz8/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My bling phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not that "Paris Hilton" enough. But I'm quite happy with the result. I used the grey, white and turquoise crystals. When I get bored with it, I could just remove all the crystals, clean the glue marks and apply new designs. Hmm... I'm thinking of a few cool aor cute colors for next time. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had fun doing this kinda things and I'm thinking of my other gadget to be bling-ed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*speaking to my NDS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you wanna get a beautiful new look? Yes, I knew you do! Patient..patient.. I'm gonna bling you up soon!! Nyahahahhahha....&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/31692253-7718170361006013869?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7718170361006013869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=7718170361006013869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/7718170361006013869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/7718170361006013869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/02/bling-bling.html' title='bling bling'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6-vSp-d0bI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hu1BbXSKjks/s72-c/bling+affair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-1749190688360983326</id><published>2008-02-06T13:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:43.835+07:00</updated><title type='text'>handwriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6lVMJUqfoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aj-BlhbnSjA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163752114906365570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6lVMJUqfoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aj-BlhbnSjA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The results of my analysis say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;You are a social person who likes to talk and meet others.&lt;br /&gt;You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present.&lt;br /&gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!&lt;br /&gt;You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon's right! It's always fun to try these kinda things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-1749190688360983326?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1749190688360983326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=1749190688360983326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1749190688360983326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1749190688360983326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/02/handwriting.html' title='handwriting'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R6lVMJUqfoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aj-BlhbnSjA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-3458414262186751415</id><published>2008-02-05T16:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:59:12.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i realize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read a post just now and I realized I've been a really bad person. &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;I saw a picture of a little boy sitting on a bed in a hospital. He was waiting for his chemotherapy procedure to be done. Yes, he's suffering cancer. He looked so frail and terrified. He looked tired. He kept on calling his mommy with his powerless voice. &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;Could you imagine what kind of days he has to go through? What kind of fear he has in mind? What kind of pain he has to suffer? How many gloomy face he has to see everyday? He has to bear the pain while trying to understand what is happening to himself. He's just a little boy.&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;I'm picturing him...&lt;br /&gt;Playing with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Running here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Being careless and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always think that I'm living a boring and sad life. I always feel like I don't have enough of everything. I ask for too many things and always get a little upset whenever I talk about how I couldn't get those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never realized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still have my "super ribet" family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still have my silly friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still have my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And most importantly, I'm healthy up till this very moment...&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;I guess I have to be grateful for things that I have and stop complaining about ones I don't have...&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&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;You could check the original post on : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spandji.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.spandji.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. my prayers for Pak Danang, the little boy in the picture, and all people fighting cancer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta keep that burning spirit and never cease till you get your life back...&lt;/em&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/31692253-3458414262186751415?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3458414262186751415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=3458414262186751415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3458414262186751415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3458414262186751415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-realize.html' title='i realize...'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-5643214687135538085</id><published>2008-01-24T11:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:42:11.285+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievably ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Comments are allowed on this post, but to avoid misunderstanding and a more complicated conflict, I have the right to not respond to them and to delete harmful ones**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning, I was browsing for new updates on Heath Ledger’s death and I found something shocking. I found this headline: “Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) is to protest on Heath’s funeral”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what they say about our good guy’s death:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Yes. WBC will picket this pervert’s funeral, in religious protest and warning: “Be not deceived; God is not mocked.” Gal. 6:7. Heath Ledger thought it was great fun defying God Almighty and His plain word; to wit: God Hates Fags! &amp;amp; Fag-Enablers! Ergo, God hates the sordid, tacky bucket of slime seasoned with vomit known as ‘Brokeback Mountain’ - and He hates all persons having anything whatsoever to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger is now in Hell, and has begun serving his eternal sentence there - beside which, nothing else about Heath Ledger is relevant or consequential.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don’t know whether it’s real or someone made that up. Still, it is so cruel of them to say such things, and more importantly, just because Heath nicely played a role as a gay cowboy. I mean, who are they to judge someone they didn’t know –and even WORSE- WHO ARE THEY TO THINK THEY HAVE ALL THE RIGHTS TO SAY SOMEONE DESERVES HELL??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God hate fags!” à Who are they to even dare to say things on behalf of God?&lt;br /&gt;I guess they really think they’re God. Or maybe they’re trying to make God think what they think and do what they do. They were so heartless and mean to go above and beyond disrespecting the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Christian is not making you the most perfect creature in the whole universe. It doesn’t give you the rights to judge people. I am Christian and it doesn’t make me perfect. In fact, I have to admit there are people out there that are way better that me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that I completely and perfectly understand God &amp;amp; Christianity, but I guess anybody could tell that WBC people obviously don’t understand that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understands something better that its creator. Nobody understands others like God understands us, for He is our Creator. That’s why, I’ve learn to think before I speak, to see inside myself before bad judging words slip through my lips. Am I better then others? Or maybe I’m just one of them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;“… Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” (Luke 23 :34)&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/31692253-5643214687135538085?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5643214687135538085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=5643214687135538085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/5643214687135538085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/5643214687135538085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/01/unbelievably-ridiculous.html' title='Unbelievably ridiculous'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-9196753292547774408</id><published>2008-01-23T14:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:44.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger (28), R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R5byD5UqfmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YYaFU5NhgXs/s1600-h/heath+ledger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158576571940503138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R5byD5UqfmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YYaFU5NhgXs/s320/heath+ledger.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, Hollywood has lost one of its good guys. Heath Ledger, the kind-hearted and down-to-earth actor, was found dead in his apartment’s bedroom around 3 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said there’s no obvious indication of suicide evident in this case. They found sleeping pills near his body, but yet no exact cause of death is published until this very second. An autopsy is reportedly being performed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ledger took on a character as the Joker in his (happen to be) last performance. He told The New York Times that he “stressed out a little too much” during this film, and had trouble sleeping while portraying the Joker, whom he called a “psychopathic, mass-murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Last week I probably slept an average of two hours a night,” Ledger told the newspaper. “I couldn’t stop thinking. My body was exhausted, and my mind was still going.” He said he took two Ambien pills, which only worked for an hour, the paper said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We really never know when our time comes. For some people it may seem too soon while for some other it may never seem to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is my true hope that he is resting in peace now. My deepest condolence to his family, especially to Matilda, his 2 years old daughter from his ex-fiancé, Michelle Williams. &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/31692253-9196753292547774408?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/9196753292547774408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=9196753292547774408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/9196753292547774408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/9196753292547774408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-28-rip.html' title='Heath Ledger (28), R.I.P'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R5byD5UqfmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YYaFU5NhgXs/s72-c/heath+ledger.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-3213663370552576034</id><published>2008-01-09T13:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:32:10.737+07:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up on the wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I’ve forgotten how hard it is to get out of my comfort zone and start something new for the sake of my so-called brighter future. To stay forever inside the zone is the last thing I want for myself. But sometimes I feel I just can’t stand the pain of struggling to fit myself into the new mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, in the middle of the tough process, I looked back and my “comfy” past seemed to pull me back and spellbind me, gently persuade me to end the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to stay on remolding myself. But I feel so insecure. I want to stay in my used-to-be-happy life without have to think about my future whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the quote says, I want to work like I don’t need money. Want to dance like no one sees me. Want to sing like no one hears me. Want to love like I’ve never been hurt. Most of all, I want to love anybody I want to love without have to think about anything else, especially the future. Coz that’s what makes me live like this was Heaven on Earth, at least for this very moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realize that “now” will soon be “yesterday” and eventually I’ll be in the “future”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All I really need is a determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-3213663370552576034?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3213663370552576034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=3213663370552576034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3213663370552576034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3213663370552576034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/01/woke-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='woke up on the wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-1788265327057919836</id><published>2008-01-07T08:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:45.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>old picts, new picts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simon created this new skin for my blog and I just knew it last night when we unintentionally talk about our blogs. Isn't it ridiculous? Haha! He changed my blog's skin couple of months ago and I totally didn't know till last night.. Anyways, THANKS MONCE! I like the color and everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lots of things have happened in my life over the last 3 months. Hmmm.. I didn't even remember each of them anymore... I guess I'll try to recall while posting these old pictures and some latest ones.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here you go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GhadnIH6I/AAAAAAAAATc/1e73-pZvu_s/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152576924685967266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GhadnIH6I/AAAAAAAAATc/1e73-pZvu_s/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left to Right : Neza - Nezi - Yoce - Yuli. I've been hanging out with them lately. Neza - Nezi are Kelly's younger sisters, and YUP! They're twins! Someone's missing in the pict actually. Abol!! I can't seem to find a picture of him. They're younger, but they're definitely fun to go out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GUCNnIH3I/AAAAAAAAATE/r67k0nTvCM4/s1600-h/20112007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152562214422978418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GUCNnIH3I/AAAAAAAAATE/r67k0nTvCM4/s320/20112007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GWj9nIH4I/AAAAAAAAATM/SI4hY8uUoak/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152564993266818946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GWj9nIH4I/AAAAAAAAATM/SI4hY8uUoak/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These pictures are taken on the 20th of November. It was Lexus' big night. We were having a Grang launching at The Dharmawangsa. I met lots of filthy rich ppl and had fun that night. By fun I mean drank lots of wine and chocolate martini and got super tipsy. But the hardest part was when I had to pretend that I was sobber in front of my brother in law. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GlYtnIH8I/AAAAAAAAATs/AZf08RVSnzc/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152581292667707330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GlYtnIH8I/AAAAAAAAATs/AZf08RVSnzc/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GlY9nIH9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/wr7UJsUHG28/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152581296962674642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GlY9nIH9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/wr7UJsUHG28/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GpmNnIH_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/xaGbIEBRJxc/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152585922642452466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GpmNnIH_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/xaGbIEBRJxc/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4HLIdnIIFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Qn3cwCKOfwQ/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152622794936688722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4HLIdnIIFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Qn3cwCKOfwQ/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Saturday we had another wedding in the family, it's my cousin's. That was the first time we wore kebaya to a family wedding party, and we chose purple to be the color of the day. I say we looked gorgeous!! BTW, CONGRATS to Cie Nana &amp;amp; Ko Budi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4Gv2dnIIEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oJJ2ysnRHys/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152592798885093442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4Gv2dnIIEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oJJ2ysnRHys/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GpmdnIIAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3yChbCPYI6k/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152585926937419778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GpmdnIIAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3yChbCPYI6k/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got myself a new Nintendo DS Lite last week. I was accompanying my sister to Mangga Dua to get a service for her DS. As always, she "shopping hypnotized" me and when I realized, I have paid for it and she was congratulating me on my new DS Lite. &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes it felt so hard to have a super "influencing" sister. It's not that I'm not enjoying my DS, but I'm a little bit sad when I see the decreasing figures on my saving account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's okay!! I love the metallic rose color and the matching cover, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*gasp*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I becoming XiaXue?!! Am I a pink freak now?! Noo!! Metallic rose was the new color and that was the reason I chose it. I'm not a pink freak. Yes!! I'M NOT A PINK FREAK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*exhaling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I better focus on getting all the gold medals on Cooking Mama. Nyahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4Gpm9nIICI/AAAAAAAAAUc/u-euh0hTh0o/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152585935527354402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4Gpm9nIICI/AAAAAAAAAUc/u-euh0hTh0o/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GpnNnIIDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Oof086Kllvo/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152585939822321714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GpnNnIIDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Oof086Kllvo/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are my latest picts. Last night I went out with Lissa, Debby, Simon, and 2 of Lissa's friend. Lissa wanted to hook me up with the guy on the left pict. But as usual, I think the girls talked too much and we ended up leaving the guys unattended. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss blogging and I wish I have more time to blog in the near future. *crossing my fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm hoping to sign in to blogger and give you guys more updates soon!&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/31692253-1788265327057919836?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1788265327057919836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=1788265327057919836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1788265327057919836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1788265327057919836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-picts-new-picts.html' title='old picts, new picts'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/R4GhadnIH6I/AAAAAAAAATc/1e73-pZvu_s/s72-c/DSC00512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-3233145746337173565</id><published>2007-09-25T10:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:46.327+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall out boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last night I went to Tennis Indoor Senayan to see Fall Out Boy “FRNZ or NMEZ” concert. I was sooo excited since it’s the 1st concert I’ve been come to. I caught a cab from my house n arrived there 1st. a few minutes later Pipi, Mike, Sherli, Novi, Budi and his friends arrived. We queued to enter the front gate and there were so many kids there. By kids I mean 6-12 years old kids who brought their mom and dad or even their nanny to the concert. I don’t think FOB’s music suits those kids. Plus, Pete said too many “F” word last night. Too much for babies but not for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113979014620684162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviA0ZtEn4I/AAAAAAAAARM/aVYZ6bUGFr0/s320/DSC00490edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;On shot before the concert started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviSJZtEn8I/AAAAAAAAARs/oa30GsNC4-M/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113998067095609282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviSJZtEn8I/AAAAAAAAARs/oa30GsNC4-M/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; The IDR 300.000 ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We met Boris and friends inside and waited for almost 2 hours before the show started. All of the audience went mad the second they came out to the stage. They sang almost 15 songs from different albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113988480728604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviJbZtEn6I/AAAAAAAAARc/GrubiT_cvpo/s320/P9230410edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOB in action&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think FOB ROCKS!! Especially Petey!! He knows the crowd loves him, and he knows exactly what to do to make the crowd goes crazy. He spins a lot and when they were singing their last song, suddenly Pete jumped towards the audience and caught by one of the crew who lifted him long enough in the middle of the wild crowd. Just before he left the stage, he took of his t-shirt and threw it to the audience. And all at once, the crowd went, “KYAAAAAA!!!!” And believe me I was one of those girls screaming and reaching for Pete. Though I know I couldn’t reach him since I was a tribune citizen. *feel so stupid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113985839323717522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviHBptEn5I/AAAAAAAAARU/fE81bA252vA/s320/P9230416edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone was trying to grab Petey. If you're lucky you might get a different angle where I stupidly reached for him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About FOB's performance, don’t take my opinion easily since it’s the 1st live concert for me. I’ve asked Pipi and Boris for their comment about last night’s performance. Boris said the sound system wasn’t good at all. The sound system they used for Saosin’s concert was far far far better. And he kept on saying the overall performance was just okay, while Pipi said the crowd on the tribune area sucked. Maybe it’s because we’re sitting far away from the stage. We could’ve felt the excitement better if we were standing and joined the people moshing on the festival zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show I saw a few indo celebs among the audience. There were Bams, Tata Tangga, Sogi Extravaganza, and Sophan Sophian’s son who turned out to be Boris’ friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely go to the next cool concert, the Black Eyed Peas. I’m just hoping that the ticket would be affordable enough for me and my friends. I couldn’t imagine the excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*dreamy eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviL-5tEn7I/AAAAAAAAARk/h1YYVZXDspo/s1600-h/P9230428edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113991289637216178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviL-5tEn7I/AAAAAAAAARk/h1YYVZXDspo/s320/P9230428edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another shot of Boris n me after the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-3233145746337173565?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3233145746337173565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=3233145746337173565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3233145746337173565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3233145746337173565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-out-boy.html' title='fall out boy'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RviA0ZtEn4I/AAAAAAAAARM/aVYZ6bUGFr0/s72-c/DSC00490edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-5716554256404395977</id><published>2007-09-03T11:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:48.189+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know, I know. I’m sick and tired of using the words too - “It’s been ages since my last post, bla bla bla…” - so I’m gonna start with the deepest condolence for Pipi and her family. Be tough coz life moves on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I’m actually writing this post just for one reason. I just got back from &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bali&lt;/st1:place&gt; and I’m gonna write gadzillion things about that wonderful trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here’s the story… Well, you all know that I’m now working for Lexus Indonesia, one of the best luxurious automobile brands. There’s a set of training program for all Lexus Associate. We had the first 11 training sessions in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. There’re times we sat in the meeting room listening carefully to our trainers. But there’re times when we have to do &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;genchi genbutsu&lt;/i&gt;, we went out to observe several great and luxurious brands, we got to have lunch in fancy restaurants, and we went to see our competitor’s place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We started on the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of August and by the time we thought we would end our training sessions on the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; of August, they handed each of us an envelope and we were all surprised when we found a return ticket to Bali inside the envelope (WOOHOO!!), completed with 2 nights accommodation in Ritz-Carlton Bali!! For me, there’s nothing better than that. I mean it’s RITZ CARLTON BALI!! I’ve been dreaming to stay there for, what? 4 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then came the day we were all waiting for. 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of August, 7 in the morning, we gathered at the airport, couldn’t wait to get in to the plane. Finally, a few hours later, we arrived at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ngurah&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Rai&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Two cars were ready to carry us to the Padi Padi Restaurant. It’s an open air restaurant. They had gazebos with We had Balinese traditional crispy fried duck (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;bebek betutu goreng&lt;/i&gt;) for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz7rd31onI/AAAAAAAAAP0/w1RlaCmmu58/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106232801703076466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz7rd31onI/AAAAAAAAAP0/w1RlaCmmu58/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Padi Padi Restaurant, where we had lunch on our first day in Bali. Too bad I didn't take any pict of the dishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz60t31omI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DafqGX-k4T0/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106231861105238626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz60t31omI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DafqGX-k4T0/s200/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, happy me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soon after, we took our full belly to the amazing Ritz-Carlton Bali to complete the registration process. We got our room key and 3 hours of free time. When I opened the room, I squeaked I bit and I was crazily dancing in utter joy for a few seconds. Seriously! They put me in the suite room with princess’ bed, HAHAHA!! SO HAPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Alt31ooI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2JiZ5gGceyY/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106238200476967554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Alt31ooI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2JiZ5gGceyY/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to The Ritz-carlton Bali Resort and Spa! Look, it's frangipani! I miss the scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz2p931ofI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2NYR-xNUcgo/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106227278375133682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz2p931ofI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2NYR-xNUcgo/s200/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz0bd31oeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TTpBMmJcIfc/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106224830243774946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz0bd31oeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TTpBMmJcIfc/s200/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My suite/club room with princess bed, great view, and all day free refreshments and beverage at the club lounge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz3v931ohI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fCpLFQNUslQ/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106228480965976594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz3v931ohI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fCpLFQNUslQ/s200/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz3vd31ogI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xDf6wcfQzwg/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106228472376041986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz3vd31ogI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xDf6wcfQzwg/s200/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bidet, shower, and bathtub filled with rose petals and frangipani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz5Wd31ojI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XSDotJ5Qy7k/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106230241902567986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz5Wd31ojI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XSDotJ5Qy7k/s200/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this dressing space inside the bathroom. I could spend hours and hours in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Al931opI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CfQ_fnU0gy0/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106238204771934866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Al931opI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CfQ_fnU0gy0/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is cool!! They equip all rooms with speaker dock for iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I still had that huge grin on my face when I decided to call a few friends and told them I would really love to see them. After that I walk around and said hi to familiar faces. And I was so glad that they recognized me even after 4 years of my absence there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That first night we had our dinner/table manner session at Dava Restaurant, the new restaurant. 3 years ago, Ritz actually had agreed to hire me for Dava. But I turned that offer down for one and too many reasons. But I’m glad that I had the chance to come there as a guest. We had 8-course dinner with 3 kinds of wines and it took us 3 hours to complete the whole table manner session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0CZN31ouI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s2JgNsrceto/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106240184751858402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0CZN31ouI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s2JgNsrceto/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dava Restaurant and the table set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0CY931otI/AAAAAAAAAQk/VZdVKQ58ATE/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106240180456891090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0CY931otI/AAAAAAAAAQk/VZdVKQ58ATE/s320/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My table top set-up, they even printed and put each person's name on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then when everybody got back to their room to have some rest, Ken asked me to join him and his friends to celebrate his birthday. I thought it might be fun, so I did join him. He introduced me to Marko, Putri and Anne, we had a few sip of black label and long island ice tea, and suddenly it was 3 in the morning. I only had 3 more hours to sleep, so I took off to my room and slept like a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The next day, we joined Ritz’ F&amp;B line up, and had lunch at Damar Terrace. I ordered their club sandwich and when they served it, a few scenes of my on-the-job-training-memories flashed back. I just felt I missed Ritz-Carlton Bali so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At around 2 PM that day, I decided to tan my skin a bit. So I went to the new ocean beach pool located near Kisik Bar &amp; Grill. I never knew that sunbathing was kinda horrible. It was freaking hot and I couldn’t stay still being burnt alive like everybody else did!! At 3.30 I finally walk my burnt ass to the spa coz we had a reservation for aqua tonic pool session. It was the only one in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the largest aqua tonic pool in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Southeast Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Fortunately I was able to see my new skin color and I like it, though it’s not actually like I wanted it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Amd31oqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_N12kUxHrs4/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106238213361869474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Amd31oqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_N12kUxHrs4/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my first time of sun bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Amt31orI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tzNU7mjGrss/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106238217656836786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Amt31orI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tzNU7mjGrss/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you see that it was really hot? I mean the sun, not me. Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After dinner, Ken and Marko asked me to join them again and went to Kama Sutra. But I didn’t have the power even just to keep my eyes opened, so I told them to go without me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I felt so lucky that I have friends working for Ritz’. They’re busy looking for something to give to me. Kiky gave me white hand made shawl, Oktaviandra gave me a bath buddy, and Hendra aka Kiting gave me a bottle of Sparkling Hatten Rose, Balinese wine, Gus Ari gave me a bottle of mixed spirits. They made me love Ritz Bali even more and more. Not because what they gave to me but because of their sincere deed to even think of giving me something. I mean I wasn’t even their real guest; I was their friend who was so fortunate to get a free stay there. But they still respect me and treat me nice and friendly, and I LOVE IT!! Thanks friends, I appreciate that so much!!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0CYt31osI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YbvzKt65Hig/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106240176161923778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0CYt31osI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YbvzKt65Hig/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the plane back to Jakarta with Nisa.Bye bye Bali! I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As a summary, my trip to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bali&lt;/st1:place&gt; was A BLAST and I love love love to stay again at the Ritz Carlton Bali and meet my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Saturday, I went to Mangga Dua with my Mom, Dad, and Sis. Me and my sis was so excited to shop. Time went by so fast and by the time we went home, I was flat broke. I had only IDR 5000 in my wallet. But shopping is always fun, so… think about the money later…HAHAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 3pt dotted; mso-element: para-border-div"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday I went to Summarecon Mall Serpong with Debby and Simon. We ate soto betawi and es &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;duren&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (YUMM!!). I bought new sunnies and we hung out at The Barrels till 3 PM and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Jf931ovI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/l_Z4SSkLvl8/s1600-h/DSC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106247997297369842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rt0Jf931ovI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/l_Z4SSkLvl8/s320/DSC00140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the barrels. Do you see that tanner skin? What do you think?&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/31692253-5716554256404395977?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5716554256404395977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=5716554256404395977&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/5716554256404395977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/5716554256404395977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/09/bali.html' title='BALI'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rtz7rd31onI/AAAAAAAAAP0/w1RlaCmmu58/s72-c/DSC00371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-6798062552920617816</id><published>2007-07-09T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:57:07.609+07:00</updated><title type='text'>first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my first day working for this company. Didn’t do much, just made a set of F&amp;amp;B standard operating procedure for customers’ lounge we’re having at the new gallery. After that, nothing but browsing for pictures of uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very quiet office, since people don’t have speakers and don’t play music. Back when I was in KKG, I used to play anything I wanted to hear while Yudi (my co-worker who sat not more than 1 meter far from me) played different song. At the same time, another pair of speakers played other songs. So it’s 3 speakers, playing 3 different songs at the same time in the same small room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m sitting in a bigger office, maybe three or four times bigger than the previous one. And all I can hear is the sound of people talking indistinctly or the sound of clicking keyboard and mouse. Thank GOD I have my iPod video with me. So from 8 am to 5 pm my iPod and I were unseparated. I say my iPod’s gonna go through its toughest time. Haha!! What’s good about having iPod when you don’t use it optimally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s happening to me, I really want to eat some lapo (bataknese favorite assortedcdish made from pork). I REALLY DO!! Thinking about that delicious crispy fried pork makes me drool. I would kill for that those yummy pork meats. *sparkling eyes while drooling unstoppably*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Enough of that silly porky dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m gonna go home now, preparing myself for tomorrow, another new day at the new office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your nights, Guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-6798062552920617816?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6798062552920617816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=6798062552920617816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6798062552920617816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6798062552920617816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-my-first-day-working-for-this.html' title='first blog'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-1473294851424796420</id><published>2007-07-07T01:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:48.822+07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates and updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow!&lt;/em&gt; So many things happened in my life lately. And I’m totally guilty for having this laziness around. But this morning I force myself to sit in front of my PC and just type this post before I change my mind and go straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some new things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am officially an auntie now. My sister’s baby was born on 1st of June. Kinda late to people about this since it was a month ago. But I’m so happy for my sister and her husband, so this news would never be to old for me. It’s a she! And they named her Kayla Eleora. She’s super cute and I love to play with her and love to be such an annoying auntie when she’s asleep. Hehehe. BTW, CONGRATS to you guys and WELCOME to Kayla!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084736565200544834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RpCc90k35EI/AAAAAAAAANU/qXr5QAFsZNQ/s320/kayla+-+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. I went to Gunung Mas with KKG’s staffs. We had good times. And that was the last outing I would have with KKg’s team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084738274597528658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RpCehUk35FI/AAAAAAAAANc/3jlYrp0Y5TE/s320/outing+-+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. I quit from KKG *relieved exhale* and moved to Lexus (Astra). Hope that I could perform well working with this absolutely new team, in this totally new environment, and doing this entirely new job. Wish me luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are some shits happened too. But I’ve decided not to make this post a shitty one, so I think I’m gonna keep those craps off of my happy post and write only about great moments. I’m trying so hard to be positive here. And I can tell you it’s really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Changed my hair color today with Pipi and Robin, and watch The Transformer (with Lissa too) It’s a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPER COOL MOVIE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It’s highly recommended for those who haven’t watch this movie. It’s so cool that Pipi declared the silliest comment we’ve ever heard from a grown up normal girl like she is. She said she would love to date a robot. Hahaha!! How silly was it? I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPER SILLY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We were still amazed by the movie and couldn’t stop talking about it all the way to the parking lot. Thought that we hadn’t talk about the movie enough, we decided to gather around near our cars on the dark parking lot and said cool things and stupid imaginations about The Transformer for another half an hour before we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084742225967441010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RpCiHUk35HI/AAAAAAAAANs/MhAvPADTZKQ/s320/new+hair+-+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, it's not that many updates like I thought it was gonna be. Well, at least I tried to make some people happy to find a new post in myblog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah, here are some old pictures of Steven's bday dinner at Satoo, Shangri-La.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084739425648764002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RpCfkUk35GI/AAAAAAAAANk/avZtKtKgPws/s320/satoo+-+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm gonna end this post with my latest picture of me. I took it when I was in my highschool friend's wedding, at Grand Kemang Hotel (07.07.07). I really think this is a good picture of me and you have to say the same thing about the picture. Yes! That's a command!! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084743011946456194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RpCi1Ek35II/AAAAAAAAAN0/-RsmZjHS1ys/s320/DSC00250+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-1473294851424796420?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1473294851424796420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=1473294851424796420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1473294851424796420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1473294851424796420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates-and-updates.html' title='updates and updates'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RpCc90k35EI/AAAAAAAAANU/qXr5QAFsZNQ/s72-c/kayla+-+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-4783114811220469716</id><published>2007-06-08T18:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:46:08.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil for evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever for once in your life thought that one of your best friends-or at least who you think as best friend-is actually your enemy? Open your eyes and ears, enemies are around you and they camouflage really well. They act and look harmless but they totally the contrary inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wounded me so bad and deeply when I found out. But with shattered heart, broken spirit, and eyes filled with tears, I walked out of the crime scene. I gathered my last pieces of dignity and strength and tried my best not to give up and die on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m recovering bit by bit, picking up every crushed piece. And what I’m gonna do next is altering this pain into something good, into my own kind of determination. So I can really prove myself, show them the real thing, what they’ve taken for granted and threw away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice and goodness will come to you. Be evil and wickedness is what you’re gonna get. If it's not happening to you now, just wait. It will happend to you in time. Better be ready, because your time will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-4783114811220469716?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4783114811220469716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=4783114811220469716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4783114811220469716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4783114811220469716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/06/evil-for-evil.html' title='evil for evil'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-3421596025345243395</id><published>2007-06-02T12:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:46:40.964+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last night I got the one and only answer for all the things I’ve been questioning myself for almost two weeks. At first I was shocked. To tell you the truth, I was happy yet sad. I believed it but yet denied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who started the history, the one who ended it, and the one who brought the whole new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied awake last night. Thinking whether this is real or not. I finally realized that this is real, in fact, the most real thing for others. Then I decided to let it go and let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I played my role in the story. I’m just hoping so much that there would be a happy ending at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lost is their gain. I lost the best things in my life, but losing them for something greater than anything means joyfulness for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-3421596025345243395?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3421596025345243395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=3421596025345243395&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3421596025345243395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3421596025345243395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/06/fact.html' title='the fact'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-4334751321933542253</id><published>2007-05-31T14:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:48.969+07:00</updated><title type='text'>new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know some of you have been waiting for my new post for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last week was the busiest week of the month. I had to do so many things since May is the month of KKG’s Anniversary. For almost a month I tried to contact companies and kindly asked and convinced them to be the sponsor of events we had. Then, I had to prepare for events’ details and prizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 26 and 27 was the big days. We had 3 to 4 events a day, from championships, events for families, to kid’s events. Those two days really were our busy days. We had to be in the club from 6 am and went home at 7 or 8 pm. It was so exhausting but I can’t deny that it was fun too. On May 26, we held an event for kids called Kids Treasure Hunt and Fun Games. And I was the 2nd person to try the flying fox games. Yay!! It was great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 27th I joined KKg’s team and challenged our sponsor’s team from PT MAP for the “Row Your Boat” Competition. And… YUP!! KKG’s team won!! Didn’t get any prize though but we were all having so much fun rowing our boat and got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I got a call for a job interview at Lexus. The person asked me to come to their office at 8 am yesterday. I was so nervous because I wasn’t ready for it. But luckily the interview went well and I just have to wait for their decision now. I hope I could get the job since I’ve been dying to find another job with better salary this past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview I left for my office and got there 25 minutes late. I couldn’t concentrate the whole day because I had another plan last night to do something that I’ve been wanting for so long. I hadn’t done that because I thought I had to find someone who wants to do it with me and yeah … hate to say this but I was too scared to do it. But thanks to Pipi, I finally got the guts and did it. I had my navel pierced last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days before, Simon and Debby said that they would certainly take me to the studio. But then they were too busy with their stuffs so I took Boris, Teddy and Iwan there. A friend of Boris owned the studio. It was so terrifying at the beginning, but then Ade, the one who did the piercing (and he’s kinda cute… teeheehee), tried to comfort me and told me to concentrate on inhaling and exhaling. I did hurt when the needle went through my skin, and once again when he put the belly button ring. But Pipi was right, the pain was definitely bearable. And when I looked at the mirror I felt all the pain was vanished. It looked great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took off from the studio I headed to Simon’s to show him my new belly. Here's a picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071720296229722530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RmJevQDpWaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AdEb9Me6l00/s200/belly+button+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s thanks to Pipi, Boris, Ade, Teddy and Iwan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-4334751321933542253?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4334751321933542253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=4334751321933542253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4334751321933542253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4334751321933542253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-post.html' title='new post'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RmJevQDpWaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AdEb9Me6l00/s72-c/belly+button+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-1313463199679767487</id><published>2007-05-14T15:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:49.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really want to update my blog often, more often than I’ve been doing all this time. But lately I feel like my creativity’s dead and buried down in the deepest depth of my brain. I just can’t think of anything interesting to write. I’ve been trying to read all of my friends’ blog hoping that it could somehow initiate my creativity, but that just didn’t work. I ended up reading everyone’s blog and forgot that I have one. I really want to have a fun blog like any other bloggers. I’m so gonna try harder. Wish me luck guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, I have great news to tell. Last Saturday was my second graduation day. I got my bachelor degree, so from now on it’s gonna be Miss Joan Stephanie, SST. SST stands for Sarjana Sains Terapan, or in English we say Bachelor of Applied Science. At first I thought that my GPA wasn’t good enough. I was thinking 3.3 or 3.5. I was so happy when I saw my real GPA last Saturday. 3.83!! Aren’t I great?! Nyahahhaha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Too bad this time I wasn’t awarded the best graduate. I was, on the first graduation for my diploma. Not this time, but that’s okay, since I got the same GPA as this year’s best graduate, Eko. But why did they pick Eko instead of me? I know the answer. I didn’t do well on my final project, so I only got B while Eko got A for his final project. That’s fine, that’s totally fine. I’m still happy with all of my achievements. My parents should be really proud of me. I’m a good daughter. *sparkling dreamy eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay enough of those craps. Enough of complimenting myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I took some pictures there, here they are… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0H-TnatI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uE8AlTKTKF0/s1600-h/DSC00296.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706936288013010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0H-TnatI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uE8AlTKTKF0/s320/DSC00296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Debby and Me at UPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0IeTnauI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6t2d6iE2Z9I/s1600-h/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706944877947618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0IeTnauI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6t2d6iE2Z9I/s320/DSC00297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Me and Simon (P.I.M.P) Hahahaha.. Sorry Mon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0I-TnavI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PdGUAp4Hoy4/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706953467882226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0I-TnavI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PdGUAp4Hoy4/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Professor Simon and the runner up for best graduate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0J-TnawI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uLgt579BK28/s1600-h/DSC00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706970647751426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0J-TnawI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uLgt579BK28/s320/DSC00295.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Us posing for our group picture, shot by a professional photographer from Tarzan Studio, you can see the man. This picture took by Simon - the amateur photographer from the other angle and you can see that it wasn't my best angle... or maybe it's because I wasn't ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0KuTnaxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xJcLaYzRdjs/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706983532653330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0KuTnaxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xJcLaYzRdjs/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our signature pose for every occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There were only 5 graduates out of 15 from my batch attended the graduation ceremony. But we were proud of being the 5 graduates representing the first batch of Pelita Harapan Tourism Institute's Hotel Management Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to me, my friends from PHTI and all of the other graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s I should have met my friend's sister there if I only knew that she was there too. Congratulations to you too, Nezi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-1313463199679767487?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1313463199679767487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=1313463199679767487&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1313463199679767487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/1313463199679767487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation-day.html' title='graduation day'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rkl0H-TnatI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uE8AlTKTKF0/s72-c/DSC00296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-4866510182446720385</id><published>2007-05-07T15:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T15:54:13.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>silly questions and even more silly answers to them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These were real questions posted on an Australian Tourism website and the answers are the actual responses by the website's official. They obviously have a sense of humor. Amazing how some people ask super silly questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Depends how much you've been drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? (UK.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Australia? (Sweden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: So it's true what they say about Swedes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle-shaped continent south of Europe. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific which does not... oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Which direction is North in Australia? ( USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers. Milk is illegal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female population is smaller than the male population? (Italy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? ( France)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Only at Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are some seriously silly but super funny questions. Have you ever asked one of the questions yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they called apartments when they are units all together ?&lt;br /&gt;Why is an army called an infantry if you have to be over 18 to get in?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it scarry that a doctor's office is called a practice?&lt;br /&gt;If a fly didnt have wings, would it be called a walk ?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they invent a cordless extension cord ?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when driving and looking for an address, we turn down the radio ?&lt;br /&gt;If a vampire cannot see its reflection, how is their hair always so neat ?&lt;br /&gt;If you choked a Smurf, what color whould it turn ?&lt;br /&gt;Should crematoriums give a discount to burn victims ?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you transport something by car its called a shipment,but when you transport something by ship its called cargo?&lt;br /&gt;If you wear a sheet for halloween are you a ghost or a mattress ?&lt;br /&gt;After eating, do amphibians have to wait one hour before getting OUT of the water ?&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, do cotton fields shrink ?&lt;br /&gt;Do ducks think rubber humans are funny ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we park on a driveway and drive on a parkway ?&lt;br /&gt;Do cannibals get hungry one hour after eating a chinaman ?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that too many silly questions is not good for you. I end up thinking of answering the questions. What a silly girl! See how some silly things makes you a silly person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-4866510182446720385?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4866510182446720385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=4866510182446720385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4866510182446720385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4866510182446720385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/05/silly-questions-and-even-more-silly.html' title='silly questions and even more silly answers to them'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-2299131228055458641</id><published>2007-04-28T22:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:50.218+07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie marathon day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I spent the whole day with Simon and Debby. We had been planning this movie marathon day for weeks. Each of us picked 2 movies that we think as a must see movie and we would spend all day watching those movies at my house. So we started the day going to the gym together and had noodles for lunch. Afterwards we went straight to my house and watched the first movie. It was “The Holiday”. My pick. I love the movie coz I feel that the two character in the movie (Cameron Diaz as Amanda Woods and Kate Winslet as Iris Simpkin) somehow had some kind of character similarity with Debby and me. By the way, it happened to be the only movie we watched today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we found more interesting and exciting to do. Can you guess what it is? I bet you can’t. Somebody will definitely be humiliated if I open this up. But since I’ve got authorization directly from the person to publish this to the world. Can you tell who this person is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RjNxc-TnarI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v9OiEPb46sI/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058511549042748082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RjNxc-TnarI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v9OiEPb46sI/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RjNxdOTnasI/AAAAAAAAAME/jcb3CT3ggI0/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058511553337715394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RjNxdOTnasI/AAAAAAAAAME/jcb3CT3ggI0/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S RIGHT!! It’s SIMON!! Yup, it was a moment of humiliation for Simon. We made him a dragqueen and we could say we did a great job. Too bad we didn’t have wigs or hair extentions to make him more ladylike. But as the artists, Debby and me really thought that today’s make over challenge is a success. Even Simon had the same thought. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you'll get more picts from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simonlesmana.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simon's Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheers!&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/31692253-2299131228055458641?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2299131228055458641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=2299131228055458641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/2299131228055458641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/2299131228055458641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/04/movie-marathon-day.html' title='movie marathon day'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RjNxc-TnarI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v9OiEPb46sI/s72-c/DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-2380582231820184828</id><published>2007-04-23T09:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:50.529+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dad's birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was my dad’s 55th birthday. We had a family dinner at The Kings Palace - Kelapa Gading. The food was yummy!! I love their “cakwe udang mayonnaise” so much!! They translate it into “prawn stuffed dough fritters with mayo”. It sounds funny somehow, doesn’t it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, talk no more. It’s time to let the pictures say the words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Ri6_ROTnamI/AAAAAAAAALU/By7tS6j4Y6c/s1600-h/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057189734202698338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Ri6_ROTnamI/AAAAAAAAALU/By7tS6j4Y6c/s400/bday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Ri6_ReTnanI/AAAAAAAAALc/fBdjmZ5DboY/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057189738497665650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Ri6_ReTnanI/AAAAAAAAALc/fBdjmZ5DboY/s400/bday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Ri6_ReTnaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/dtg3tIKRe7I/s1600-h/kado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057189738497665666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Ri6_ReTnaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/dtg3tIKRe7I/s400/kado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's the gift for my dad, from my brother and me. Do you like the wrapping? I did a great job, didn't I?! I love wrapping gifts. Next time if you need some help wrapping gifts for friends and family, please don not hesitate to contact me. But realise that you get nothing for free these days. Hahahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo hungry that I forgot to take picts of the food. Sorry, guys! But I really miss family gatherings so I can say that last night was a simple yet wonderful birthday dinner... Happy 55th birthday to the best dad ever!! All the best for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&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/31692253-2380582231820184828?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2380582231820184828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=2380582231820184828&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/2380582231820184828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/2380582231820184828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/04/dads-birthday-dinner.html' title='dad&apos;s birthday dinner'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Ri6_ROTnamI/AAAAAAAAALU/By7tS6j4Y6c/s72-c/bday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-8912869770370911041</id><published>2007-04-21T11:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:25:01.092+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring day, another random topics</title><content type='html'>I feel low today. If you asked me what did I mean by “low”, I don’t know the answer, so don’t bother to ask, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s going on with me these past few days. It’s been mix feelings, more of laziness, boredom, loneliness, and lots of crazy things, fighting each other to get the first place inside of me, taking control of me. I did almost everything to drive them away but none of them worked. I’m still here with “these things”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I joined a fitness center on Wednesday. I want to lose another 5 to 6 kilos. I want to get back in shape. I don’t eat anything on dinner time except fruits. Hmm somehow I miss my strict diet menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another too-late-news for you guys. I had my wisdom teeth removed last week. Am I using the right word “removed”? Pardon me if I’m wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait!! Gosh I almost forgot, I have to attend our weekly meeting now. I’ll be back in… 3 hours, if I’m lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m back after a long and frustrating meeting. I think I know for sure now that I hate my job. Nothing good was brought up as a highlight. I feel like bad things are happening to me right now. I lost the spirit and happiness of writing a post. I think I’m gonna stop here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is officially the worst day of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-8912869770370911041?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8912869770370911041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=8912869770370911041&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/8912869770370911041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/8912869770370911041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-boring-day-another-random.html' title='another boring day, another random topics'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-2888184508399736241</id><published>2007-04-08T14:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:51.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Last Thursday my boss was invited to an event held by a lifestyle magazine, called Jakarta Java Kini. It was an award event for “Jakarta’s Best Bar 2007”. My boss asked me to go with her and I got the privilege to pick two persons to join us. I definitely picked Debby and Simon. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So Thursday night, we headed to 9 Clouds, one of the clubs in Menara Jamsostek. There were my boss, Bu Zay, me, Simon, Debby, and two of my co-workers, Iwan and Teddy in the car. When we arrived they gave us a free 9 Clouds membership card for each of us that we happily accepted. Then they informed that they served free flow beers, wines, and soft drinks. I looked and Simon and I saw his face shined with joy. I knew exactly what he was thinking. “Beers here I come!!” Hahaha!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Entering the main lounge, we saw gays, gays, and more gays! It’s true! Debby and me looked at each other with our definitely-not-for-us face and laughed. We had some beers and chat with a few people we know. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The event went okay. But what we enjoyed the most was cam-whoring. Haha!! Every time we saw a person walk by with camera, we without doubt gathered around and stroke our best pose. I took out my cell and went crazy with it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From there we had our supper before we got back home. It was fun and we would definitely say yes to the next invitations.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here’s what we’re really good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhiptYtWWOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VbesATX9x_Y/s200/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050973579287877858" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rhipt4tWWPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/a8UrJZszqPc/s200/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050973587877812466" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teddy was taking the picture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhipuItWWQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_L7AzvWBDJc/s200/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050973592172779778" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iwan was all over the place, here, there and everywhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhipuYtWWRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QFL8zJqotN8/s200/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050973596467747090" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girls (and Iwan... still trying to join us, the king of cam-whoring)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhiyEotWWUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9A18sXGZCNc/s200/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050982774812858690" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teddy, Iwan and Bu Zay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhiyEYtWWTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p2XbcLymh_8/s200/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050982770517891378" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhiyFYtWWXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/02HWsR0Md5Q/s200/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050982787697760626" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rhi0PYtWWYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oZBTj8D3ObY/s200/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050985158519708034" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhipuotWWSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RChzj-JhQ5M/s200/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050973600762714402" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhiyE4tWWVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HbkhE5KDB3k/s200/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050982779107826002" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nice shots!&lt;/i&gt;&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/31692253-2888184508399736241?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2888184508399736241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=2888184508399736241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/2888184508399736241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/2888184508399736241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/04/9-clouds.html' title='9 clouds'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhiptYtWWOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VbesATX9x_Y/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-4300629394968922496</id><published>2007-04-03T11:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:53.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bandung blast may 2007 (part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I did come up with the idea of writing 2 posts of our trip to Bandung last weekend. I thought Simon would write about our first night and second day, and I would write the second night and third day. But apparently Simon has written the summary of our trip, so I think it doesn't matter anymore who write what.. So here's the story from A-Z...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We took off after work on Friday, it was 18.30. Kinda late for us to go actually, but we didn't care. The traffic was crazy!! And we started our journey with an empty stomach so it was sooo torturing for us. After not more than one hour, the traffic went normal and we stopped at Kentucky to have our dinner.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Long story short, we arrived in Bandung around 21 and we haven’t got a room to stay in. We went to some hotels and decided to stay at Cipaku. We took a shower (not together) and discussed our itinerary for the next day. After that we just talked about silly things, bitching people we know and we don’t know, and then fell asleep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIK9F7ORtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eCs9nUd8DsY/s200/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049110176914622162" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon got me took a picture in my "sleeping uniform" and without my make ups on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the next day, we just went to factory outlets hunting for clothes and accessories. Well, shopping got the first priority on my list and Debby’s, but not on Simon’s. But, yes, you we all can say he’s one hypocrite person. He said shopping sucks, but he turned out to be the biggest spender. Btw, we moved to other hotel since Cipaku was fully booked for groups. We stay in Caryota, Sukajadi. We had lunch in the best all pork restaurant in Bandung, Puri Bambu. We had pork satays, pork ribs, roasted pork and fried pork. Oh yeah I almost forgot tahu pletok. Hmmm, yummy!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIKKl7ORsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R6b96SvzKN4/s200/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049109309331228354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tahu pletok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIEBl7ORqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4DLPCNkKRYc/s200/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049102557642639010" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhID0F7ORpI/AAAAAAAAADs/ARE5CfbuoaA/s200/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049102325714405010" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhII0l7ORrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MI6riyeJXUY/s200/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049107831862478514" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Puri Bambu. The 1st pic is kinda creepy. Looks like the hand from "idle hand" joined us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On early evening, we set off to The Valley and on the way there, Simon bought me and Debby roses. Soooo sweet!!! Thanks Simon! We spent almost 5 hours at The Valley. We ordered Zuppa Zuppa for starter and I had the same drink with Simon, Valley Machiatto. Then we had grilled chicken and prawn and tenderloin steak for the main course. The food was super tasty. We didn’t stop talking to and cursing each other the whole time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From there, Simon grabbed some beer in the nearest Circle K. We went back to the hotel still bitching about each other till we fell asleep. I got the most uncomfortable space on the bed. I slept between Debby and Simon. Debby slept like an acrobat circus performer, doing all the body bending and everything. Simon slept like a truck, went snoring all night. I was on the middle enjoying their ‘performance’ the whole night, so I got the least sleeping hour.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIOa17ORwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OJYa5MmbY84/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049113986550613762" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIiQl7OR0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/e5LWUW19bPo/s200/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049135800689510210" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhINvl7ORvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j-GQHlz_DmU/s200/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049113243521271538" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last day at Caryota Hotel, after shower, ready to hit the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIjR17OR1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/97kkZHUS1JQ/s200/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049136921675974482" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIhcl7ORzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ofsMmWEai8o/s200/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049134907336312626" /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIX317ORxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AYx86ajENrI/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049124380371470098" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our last pose in front of Grande Factory Outlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Last day, we bought cakes and snacks for our family and relatives. Oh yeah! I bought bandrek for Pipi. We hit some factory outlets, before we went back home. We had our dinner at Padang Raya Kelapa Gading. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was really a blast. Great places, great food, but most of all, I get the greatest companions. Can’t wait for our next stop. BALI here we come!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;p.s. for complete pictures, please go to &lt;a href="http://simonlesmana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simon’s blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&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/31692253-4300629394968922496?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4300629394968922496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=4300629394968922496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4300629394968922496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/4300629394968922496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/04/bandung-blast-may-2007-part-ii.html' title='bandung blast may 2007 (part II)'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RhIK9F7ORtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eCs9nUd8DsY/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-7465896721781819119</id><published>2007-03-27T17:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:28:18.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>going super mimi momo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know what exactly I'm going to write in this post. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Have you ever hate somebody but still had to act nice in front of the person? Have you ever felt that someone broke your heart so bad but still you couldn't tell the person the truth? &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Sometimes I just want to really open up and tell all stuffs that's been hanging inside my mind, but there's so many other reasons that hold me back at the same time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think I just did the thing that Pipi did in her last post. I want to tell something but yet can't really say the words.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Never mind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I better get back to work now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-7465896721781819119?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7465896721781819119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=7465896721781819119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/7465896721781819119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/7465896721781819119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-super-mimi-momo.html' title='going super mimi momo'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-3253944242669142487</id><published>2007-03-25T20:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:54.157+07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been going out with Pipi and Lissa for quite a while. Lissa is always busy with her own game world, and Pipi with her job and her plan to Aussie. &lt;br/&gt;It's good that yesterday I finally got the time and chance to meet both of them, &lt;br/&gt;along with my other two best friends, Simon and Debby. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yesterday Simon, Debby, Pipi, Robin, Lissa, Steven, and myself went to my friend's recently opened restaurant, Pancious, at Permata Hijau. It's actually a pancake house. The atmosphere was very nice and cozy. The food was super delicious, especially the pancakes. I mean, why did they named it pancake house at the first place if they can't serve great pancakes?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You can read the overall review on &lt;a href="http://simonlesmana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simon's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just want to post some nice pictures here. Yup! Posers!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgeKgdBeJAI/AAAAAAAAADA/bG_7fBoll_Q/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046154197643174914" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me - Debby - Simon (1st attempt)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgeK7dBeJBI/AAAAAAAAADI/Iu0nlJclypk/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046154661499642898" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;2nd attempt&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgeNR9BeJCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xUB5JPrQIoE/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046157247069955106" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Steven and Lissa&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgeNmNBeJDI/AAAAAAAAADY/xR08ZP_E3xs/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046157594962306098" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Girlz&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a great time there. Wish that we could go out and have some fum more often. See you guys on our next &lt;i&gt;kongkow&lt;/i&gt; time!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheers&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&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/31692253-3253944242669142487?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3253944242669142487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=3253944242669142487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3253944242669142487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3253944242669142487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgeKgdBeJAI/AAAAAAAAADA/bG_7fBoll_Q/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-9017900990426792502</id><published>2007-03-21T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:55.019+07:00</updated><title type='text'>poke sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The pictures I promised to post. The ones we took on a night at Poke Sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDeotBeI3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xxih-kzOtcs/s320/DSCN1960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044276373516854130" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simon and Debby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDg6NBeI4I/AAAAAAAAACA/l0ymiUCKe-s/s320/DSCN1970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044278873187820418" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simon and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDhQdBeI5I/AAAAAAAAACI/cUTJvRTXx6c/s320/DSCN1965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044279255439909778" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The three of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDhs9BeI6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/DPUrwRoRd1Q/s320/DSCN1964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044279745066181538" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey! Who's that? Stranger!! Hahaha.. No it's Wilson.. Sorry, Wil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDiQdBeI7I/AAAAAAAAACY/cI__XtijQhI/s320/DSCN1971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044280354951537586" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Senly and Pipi (twins wannabe.. hihihi..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDjN9BeI9I/AAAAAAAAACo/x24vRMLtk40/s320/DSCN1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044281411513492434" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Together, but it's always bad picture without me in it, so I asked Wilson to take second picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDj3dBeI-I/AAAAAAAAACw/8fqRHChonO8/s320/DSCN1968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044282124478063586" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Better, huh?! Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See you guys, on the next all-you-can-eat session!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheers!&lt;br/&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/31692253-9017900990426792502?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/9017900990426792502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=9017900990426792502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/9017900990426792502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/9017900990426792502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/03/poke-sushi.html' title='poke sushi'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RgDeotBeI3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xxih-kzOtcs/s72-c/DSCN1960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-6604810638082118833</id><published>2007-03-20T11:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:55.265+07:00</updated><title type='text'>H.E.R.O.E.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rf9sPdBeIwI/AAAAAAAAABA/8fMyeol7RzM/s1600-h/heroes_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rf9sPdBeIwI/AAAAAAAAABA/8fMyeol7RzM/s320/heroes_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043869120422880002" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you watched this series? NO?! You gotta watch this one. It's the number one show in USA. But for all the people who have to wake up every morning to go to work, be ready.. cause once you watch you can't stop. At least that's what happens to me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&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/31692253-6604810638082118833?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6604810638082118833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=6604810638082118833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6604810638082118833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6604810638082118833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/03/heroes.html' title='H.E.R.O.E.S'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rf9sPdBeIwI/AAAAAAAAABA/8fMyeol7RzM/s72-c/heroes_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-7577917764041379728</id><published>2007-03-11T17:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:44:54.454+07:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshoot session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay... Sunday is a boring day at work so I write my posts on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I had this photoshoot session. Not a real magazine photoshoot or advetorial thing. Basically I was just helping my brother on his photography assignment. He and his friend had to take photos, and my brother decided to ask me to be their amateur model. When he told me about this project a week before the session, I was soooo excited. I love being photographed!! YIPPIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his friend pick "sensual" for their project's theme, not my favorite theme actually. Coz if you notice all of my pictures, I use to smile or even show a really big grin on every picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I started to get ready and put some make ups on at 9 o'clock in the morning. At 11, I, accompanied by my cousin, took off to the studio in my brother's campus, UNTAR. The parking building was full, but luckily we found 1 parking space on the first floor (it turned out to be a special parking space reserved for the lecturers, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who cares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?! It was really hot outside and I couldn't wait to enter the cool studio... Can't live without aircon..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my brother and he walk us to the studio. After a few basic directions about lighting, angle, and everything, there came the real photoshoot session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying soooo hard to follow the "sensual" theme. I've worked on my eyes, my lips, my hips, and did everything I could. Then came this man. My brother's senior on photography class. He suddenly took my bro's camera and looked at one of the frame. And he said, "It's not working man.. You didn't get the sensual side out of your sister. You have to search for the sensual part of the model, it might be the lips, the chest area, the tighs, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he said the last word, he took a glimpse on my-everything he said above, and with the "it's your problem" look on his face and his fake brown eyes, he continued,"Lu atur aja deh," then he left. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Is he trying to say that every part of my body that had to be sensual was not? At that very second, I lost the excitement and went to the dressing room. He had my bad mood setting switched on. I hate him. I mean, come on!! I'm no professional model, not any of the models is. I've tried my best, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKAY?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Give some respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of not coming back to the studio, but I saw my brother standing outside the dressing room with his desperate look and gave me the "come here, time's almost up" sign with his hand. Then I thought I came there to help my brother and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; let him down. Screw the fake brown eyed man! I did some retouch, went back to the studio and tried harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seconds before the time was up, we finally got the best frame. "Brown eyes" looked at the frame and said, "You got it. It's Harper's Bazaar style. Good job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?!! WE CAN DO IT!! Even just one frame, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE DID IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NYAHHAHAHAHAH...TONG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, we went through all the frames and found a few more of good frames. I'm happy because I can help my brother and on the other hand got a free photoshoot session. Their assignment will be scored in two weeks time. I'll post about that later on. AND I'll post the pictures right after I get them from my lil' bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for you, Nyo (and Stefanus)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-7577917764041379728?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7577917764041379728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=7577917764041379728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/7577917764041379728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/7577917764041379728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay_11.html' title='photoshoot session'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-6677835744963636636</id><published>2007-03-04T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:33:47.768+07:00</updated><title type='text'>random topics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another boring in-office Sunday. I went out from home saying to my mom and dad “I’m going to work.”, but in fact I’m not doing anything here. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today’s bad mood trigger : today I decided to wear a black v-neck shirt, jeans and a pair of high-heeled sandals. I walk into the office and the first word came out from my manager was complaints about my outfit today instead of a proper greeting. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I mean come on! It’s Sunday and everybody’s home or having fun with family or friends. I still came to work with a happy face and all I got was complaints about jeans and sandals??! For me, it’s not fair! Look at our big boss’ outfit on Sundays, she wears t-shirt and a pair of knee-length pants. Everybody’s got their own role model, right?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay enough of that. I was seriously bored to death, couldn’t think of a better thing to do so I write this post.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I read Xiaxue’s blog yesterday about lizards. Well, maybe geckos were what she meant. I have to crown her for “one brave girl” to kill geckos in horrible ways. &lt;strong&gt;I hate geckos!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But yet I don’t have the guts to kill them, not one of them. Yesterday I tried to figure out the reason. And I think I’ve found the reason. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They scare the hell out of me and I’ve heard lots of disgusting things about them. I have a friend who once had a &lt;strong&gt;bad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; experience with a gecko. He said geckos have bubblegum-like body texture. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;EUWW!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So I used to imagine they’re like rubbers and you can’t smack them up or step on them and hoping they would end up as flat as the tiled-floor of your house. But since I read Xiaxue’s blog yesterday, I found probably the most exact reason why I never killed not even one gecko in my entire life. I can’t handle looking at their corpses!! Their eyes, their tails, their -sometimes- see through skin… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t’s a horror for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*shiver* &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just thinking about it sends goose bumps all over my body. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Enough of those gecko craps. If I go further, then I won’t be sleeping tonight. I’ll be haunted by the pictures of geckos’ corpses and some possible ways of them being killed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*take a deep breath*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I miss my friends’ blogs so much!! I remember those times when every morning I would run to my PC and couldn’t wait to connect to the internet and check if there would be another new post from Lissa or Pipi or Simon or anybody I know. I really miss your posts guys, especially Lissa. I would love to read her silly thoughts and ideas. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;So please, Lis, if you happen to read this post, please write some crazy and pointless posts for us!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For friends who don’t have your own blog, start to create one and share with us your story, ideas, pictures and other silly things, and join this blogging neighborhood.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh yeah, can somebody give me recommendations  on digicams? I think I’m gonna get myself a new one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-6677835744963636636?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6677835744963636636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=6677835744963636636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6677835744963636636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6677835744963636636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-topics.html' title='random topics'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-8438665736286451435</id><published>2007-02-18T14:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:55.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'>year of pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today chinese people around the world are celebrating Chinese New Year as we enter the Year of Pig. Me and most of my friend were born on 1983, it means we were  born under the pig sign, so I can say that this is our year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some people hate pig for the greed, dirtiness and their appereance as an actual animal. But I always love pigs as in the cartoon characters. They're pink and cute!! Besides, they're always related to piggy bank. You know, anything related to money is always cute. (Ever heard this kinda statement from somebody? You know the person.. Nyahahahaha... TONG!!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RdgMFx_qCWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TPRn2tqWnPU/s320/pid+money.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032785877045741922" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But apart from what people think and what I think, this is what the chinese zodiac says about pig :&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pigs are self-reliant, very sociable, dependable,and extremely determined. Pigs are peace lovers and don't hold grudges. They hate arguments, tense situations, and try to bring both sides together. In life they make deep and long-lasting friendships. Pigs enjoy social gatherings of all kinds, and look for parties to attend. In fact, Pigs must watch themselves so that their incessant pursuit of pleasure doesn't interfere with other aspects of their lives. Pigs belong to clubs and they make terrific fund raisers. They have a real knack for charity and social work. Pigs always listen to problems. They won't mind getting involved and try to help. Pigs have big hearts. A problem that Pigs have is that they are too innocent and naive. Being honest and trustworthy themselves, they have a hard time understanding the motives of those with less scruples. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pigs do not dazzle or shimmer. They possess the old-fashioned chivalry that grows on you until you totally depend on it. It is so easy to trust Pigs. They have a calm expression and a sincere manner. They are blessed with endurance and work steadily at tasks with great patience until completion. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Once Pigs arrive at a decision nothing stops them. Of course, before they reach that decision they weigh all the pros and cons. They definitely want to avoid complications. Sometimes they ponder so long they miss the opportunity altogether. But never mind, Pigs always believe in miracles, and miracles always happen to them. Fortune favors Pigs. They always find someone to help them without having to beg. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In romance, if not careful, Pigs may be taken advantage of. Pigs trust everyone and believe everything they hear. They are unselfish and enjoy helping their friends. Although they are gullible, they are actually quite intelligent and know how to take care of their own. If you hurt their feelings, Pigs often carry the pain for years. They have a hard time saying no to those of concern. Often they wish they had said no. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pigs will always be looking for ways to work off all their extra energy. They work and play hard. Even if they lose everything, Pigs manage to bounce back. Their life path supply them with all they need. The Chinese believe Pigs own the Horn of Plenty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To summarize the text above, I can say that we (who were born under the pig sign) are :&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dependable, determined, very sociable, generous, helpful, big hearted, peace lovers, good listeners, sincere, patient&lt;/strong&gt;. We are also &lt;strong&gt;cheap&lt;/strong&gt; (say yes to almost everybody), &lt;strong&gt;club hoppers/party animals&lt;/strong&gt;, and -the most important- so &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; to get all the miracles happen to us.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrate The Year of Pig! Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-8438665736286451435?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8438665736286451435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=8438665736286451435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/8438665736286451435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/8438665736286451435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/02/year-of-pig.html' title='year of pig'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RdgMFx_qCWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TPRn2tqWnPU/s72-c/pid+money.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-6017050363206114378</id><published>2007-02-17T17:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:55.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>together forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RdbgSB_qCVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0Cv3bD2Frjs/s1600-h/together+forever.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RdbgSB_qCVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0Cv3bD2Frjs/s320/together+forever.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032456234010806610" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A day before Valentine's day, my friend, Gillian showed me this picture. I was busy doing something at that time, I told her that I would read the news about it later that day, but then I forgot. Earlier this afternoon I just remembered about the picture. I searched, found it and read the article about this interesting picture. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The article said that the skeletons are found in Rome. The pair were buried between 5,000 and 6,000 years ago in the late Neolithic period. The burial was unearthed on the outskirts of Mantua during a construction work. The site is 25 miles south of Verona, the city where Shakespeare set the story of "Romeo and Juliet".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The archeologist will do some test to verify their sex and search for signs of illness or other possible causes of death. After undergoing labtest, the couple are to be displayed at Mantua's Archaeological Museum.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eventough it could be impossible to determine the exact nature of their relationship and how they died, there is little doubt that their pose was born of a deep love. They were found in such a touching pose. It's really interesting how a couple could spend their life in love with each other until the day they died. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's what I called together forever, literally...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-6017050363206114378?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6017050363206114378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=6017050363206114378&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6017050363206114378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6017050363206114378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/02/together-forever.html' title='together forever'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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/_RgCH4pIf3bk/RdbgSB_qCVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0Cv3bD2Frjs/s72-c/together+forever.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-3107735576351964036</id><published>2007-02-14T15:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:36:03.775+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What's so good about valentine's day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not having a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't have to walk around the mall trying to find the perfect gift for my boyfriend. More over, I don't need to spend some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (sometimes, lots of 'em) to buy cards, flowers, chocolate, or other gifts. I can get something great for myself instead. Something that I've always wanted for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What's so bad about valentine's day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not having a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because the thing that I've always wanted for so long is having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; someone that I really love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and loves me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE A WONDERFUL VALENTINE'S DAY, EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/31692253-3107735576351964036?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3107735576351964036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=3107735576351964036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3107735576351964036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/3107735576351964036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentine&apos;s day...'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-6226438817354374143</id><published>2007-02-11T17:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:56.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey, I’m doing nothing at the office since for the last 3 days nobody came to the club due to the post-flood days. Maybe they’re now working really hard fighting that filthy and stinky mud that has been sticking on their house’s floors for days.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Since there’s nothing important to do this afternoon, I just spent the whole afternoon checking out some gorgeous shoes on &lt;a href="http://zappos.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zappos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://footcandy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;footcandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://solestruck.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solestruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I don’t know why I have this passion and severe obsession for shoes. I love great shoes so much that I save pictures of those irresistible shoes. Lots of ‘em!! Am I normal? I guess I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I know someone who does the same thing. This obsession of mine is now bringing me to a dream of becoming a footwear designer, actually. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Few weeks ago I thought I’d love to take shoe-making classes so I browsed for short courses and found some interesting ones in UK. But the minute I saw the tuition fee, I chose to close the web and quit browsing. It’s 2055 pound sterling for a 25 days course FOR GOD’S SAKE!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just writing about it could really piss me off…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, that’s not the real topic. When I was busy saving pictures of shoes, I found this web on Lissa’s link. It’s called “I want one of those. Stuffs you don’t need but you really, really want”. It’s full with fun stuffs. Here's what I found :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rc7v1h_qCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XOMDJcT9ML4/s320/nothin_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030221536756894002" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Isn't it interesting? A pack of "nothing" could be the perfect gift for your friend.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ironicaly&lt;/span&gt;, you have to buy "nothing" for 3.45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poundsterling&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it would be better if you just use some unused plastic bag, blow some air (don't forget some saliva) into it, and give it to your friend as a gift. It'd be a lot cheaper then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hihihi&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know I'm being pointlessly silly  but I can't help it guys...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay, maybe I'll just post the shoes...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rc7yVR_qCUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8gYsrgs-KPk/s320/s.rossi+-+purple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030224281240996162" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;A very pretty pair of purple shoes... *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;drewling&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Still have one more hour to browse for more pretty shoes, gotta have to focus my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-6226438817354374143?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6226438817354374143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=6226438817354374143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6226438817354374143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/6226438817354374143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/02/pointless.html' title='pointless'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgCH4pIf3bk/Rc7v1h_qCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XOMDJcT9ML4/s72-c/nothin_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-117117383189130960</id><published>2007-02-11T11:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:08:23.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you still remember me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It’s been centuries and centuries since my last post! I’ve been through thousands of things in the last 3 months. Well, actually almost 4 months. So many great times and bad ones too, that I really don’t know where to start. I guess I’ll just have to start blogging all over again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here’s the story, from A to Z…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;November 2006&lt;/i&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; I was so busy with my final project at school. Working really hard on it was the only way that could help me graduate in time and release me from the long and (sometimes) boring hours of evening classes I’ve been taking the whole 2006. So I have to sweat my butt off, working at the club at day and doing the project at night. We supposed to spend the whole semester working on our projects. But with all the delays, and for one and too many reasons we started on November. And unfortunately for us, it was due early January 2007. It means we only had less than 3 months to finish the project.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;December 2006 :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was the busiest month of 2006 for me. We were facing “the payment month” at the club, the month when all of our club members have to pay their membership fee and their other bills. And you know those nagging and bad attitude from the members didn’t do us any good at all. As we all know, December is the month of Christmas. Lots of things to prepare too for the Christmas day at the church. I did some dance choreography and performed on the D day. And since it was December, I was one step closer to the deadline while I almost had no time to work on the project. And FYI, I broke up with Adit just a day before the New Year’s Eve. If it’s not terrible enough, I had to cancel all the plans I’ve made for the New Year’s Eve party with my friends. I ended up having BBQ dinner with my family. It was okay though.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;January 2007 :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The month of my project's deadline. Though I wasn’t ready to submit the project (in fact I think I would never be ready to submit it), on the 10th I went to Karawaci to submit my final paper. Meanwhile, the disaster at the club wasn’t over yet. On 29th Simon drove me to perform my final presentation and unfortunately I only got B for the whole project. It’s not satisfying actually, but looking back at the effort I had been given on it, I really deserved the grade. If you think these school thing was over, you’re wrong! I still have to make some major and minor changes to my final paper before the final submission, due 16th February. But at least I graduated and got the Bachelor degree. From now on you can call me &lt;br/&gt;Ms. Joan Stephanie, SST. (SST=Sarjana Sains Terapan / Bachelor of Applied Science)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;February 2007 :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I lost exactly a week of my time before the final submission. YES! The flood!! This year’s flood was really terrible. The water reached more than 60 cm inside of my house. The electricity went out. I should post the pictures and show you guys the mess. We spent two whole days to clean all the mud and bad odors left. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Earlier today, I heared a voice said : "Start writing again or forever hold your peace…". I decided to write.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font&gt;p.s. I really can’t wait spending fantastic times with my friends…  So please guys... TAKE ME OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-117117383189130960?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/117117383189130960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=117117383189130960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/117117383189130960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/117117383189130960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-you-still-remember-me.html' title='if you still remember me...'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-116417452940285963</id><published>2006-11-22T12:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:52:04.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart or brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In a battle between our thought and feelings, you really had to listen to your feelings especially if that involve with some one you really like, because love comes from your feelings not from your thought, it comes from your heart not your brain."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I read this statement in Kevin’s blog and somehow I found it interesting. I do agree with this statement. There’s no wrong in saying that we had to listen to our feelings when it comes to love. And it is absolutely right that love comes from your heart and not from your brain. But I think if we happened to experience this kind of situation in the real world, it wouldn’t be as simple as what has been written above.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People often tell me not to give 100% of your heart to somebody if you wouldn’t want your heart to break. In other words, do not love someone to the full. Honestly I didn’t get that. How come a person loves somebody but in the same time does not give 100% of his / her heart? A friend of mine once said that the only way not giving all your heart to somebody is by keeping your mind clear and not affected by your feelings. Another hard thing to do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don’t know what would happen to other person if they were in the situation. All I know is I am a person of feelings. I nearly never ever chose thoughts over feelings. If you’re close to me, you’d know, I’m a stubbornly stupid little bitch.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, when you think a lot about how to love somebody and let your brain works harder than your heart, will you be able to love him / her truly? Our brains make decisions based on what’s good for us. So there’s always the possibility of falling into a relationship of advantages and benefits. If somebody brings you some benefits (financially, mentally, or sexually) your brain would tend to tell you to pick him / her. You want to be with them because they have money or power, or great sex appeal, or they just simply have the parent’s most wanted children in law character. You have to be careful. That’s not love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But then if you purely use your feelings, your brain would stop thinking at the exact time that your senses would stop working. In times like this, pull yourself together and stay alerted!! Or you’ll be a great snack for those good-guy-looking bastardos.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love is the most complicated thing God has ever created. At least that’s how it seems to me. Solving love related problems requires your brain, heart, and senses to be all switched on at all times. And I think a good relationship is the one with balance activity of hearts and brains, of bodies, minds, and souls.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don’t know why I wrote another pointless post... don’t care larrr...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-116417452940285963?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/116417452940285963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=116417452940285963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116417452940285963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116417452940285963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/11/heart-or-brain.html' title='heart or brain'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-116270961873492788</id><published>2006-11-10T13:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:55:06.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thousands of words</title><content type='html'>Picture can say thousands of words. Here are some pictures. I'll let them say the words but STILL let me do the captions... Enjoy!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00474.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00474.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Raisin (Cookies) on her first day in my house.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00475.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Baby Rum (Thumper), he was still afraid to come out of the box where we carried him in from the pet shop.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00539.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This picture was taken on June. It was my cousin's wedding.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/IMGP0922.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;'Keroyokan' picture on my friend's wedding reception.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/kuch%20bdae.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Me - Ivonne - Kucai, taken on Kucai's Bday at Chatterbox. The dresscode was orange. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00704.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00704.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00702.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Me, Debby and Hans in Senayan City. I saw beautiful shoes there, they were Nina. Would steal some money from somebody to have them. Gorgeous!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00712.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00712.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00710.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My sister, Anya(my niece), and Me after my aunt's funeral in Purworejo (Central Java). Look at Anya's tounge. Amazing! We call it "flower tounge".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00706.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sunset view from the window of rumah duka.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/mulia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/mulia.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The most recent picture of me and Adit, taken last Saturday after our dinner at The Cafe - Mulia. We were going to meet Lissa and Pipi but on the last minute Pipi cancelled because she was too tired after going to Pasaraya with Lissa. Yes! Hanging out with Lissa could be so exhausting.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-116270961873492788?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/116270961873492788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=116270961873492788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116270961873492788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116270961873492788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/11/thousands-of-words.html' title='thousands of words'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-116254406473848628</id><published>2006-11-03T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:54:24.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*scratch*</title><content type='html'>I’ve been wondering why I feel a strange itchiness somewhere around my ass for the past 2 days. I just read Lissa’s blog and I know now, it’s you Lissa. I better publish this post immediately or it will become worst.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*scratching*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay, here you go:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br/&gt;1. Joan &lt;br/&gt;2. Jojo&lt;br/&gt;3. Jojon&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br/&gt;1. Autumn girl&lt;br/&gt;2. Miracle fountain&lt;br/&gt;3. Baby pumpkin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br/&gt;1. Funny&lt;br/&gt;2. Smart&lt;br/&gt;3. Gorgeous&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br/&gt;1. Big spender&lt;br/&gt;2. Big hair&lt;br/&gt;3. Big butt&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br/&gt;1. Jakarta&lt;br/&gt;2. Central Java&lt;br/&gt;3. Kelapa Gading&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE/CREEP YOU OUT:&lt;br/&gt;1. Geckos&lt;br/&gt;2. Porcelain dolls (which look like real humans)&lt;br/&gt;3. Ghosts&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br/&gt;1. Cell phones&lt;br/&gt;2. Make-ups&lt;br/&gt;3. Foods / snacks&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RITE NOW:&lt;br/&gt;1. Office uniform (dark purple blazer &amp; pants with white thin vertical stripes)&lt;br/&gt;2. Black pointy pumps&lt;br/&gt;3. Matching underwear&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE (CURRENT) FAVOURITE BANDS/ARTIST:&lt;br/&gt;1. Kelly Clarkson&lt;br/&gt;2. Rod Steward&lt;br/&gt;3. Jay Chou&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br/&gt;1. Get the UK scholarship&lt;br/&gt;2. Tattoo&lt;br/&gt;3. Be a model in the add of a well-known brand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love included in the package):&lt;br/&gt;1. Chemistry&lt;br/&gt;2. Affection&lt;br/&gt;3. Fun things&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br/&gt;1. I lost another 2 kilos&lt;br/&gt;2. I’m a dirty person&lt;br/&gt;3. I miss my friends&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks Lis for the fungus and the junk ;p. Enjoy our junk posts everyone!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-116254406473848628?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/116254406473848628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=116254406473848628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116254406473848628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116254406473848628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/11/scratch.html' title='*scratch*'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-116202594358128721</id><published>2006-10-28T15:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:59:03.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>I was browsing for new blog templates, when I found this. It called “RAIN”. It suits my desperate needs to walk out from this crazy season in Indonesia, so I made few changes of my templates. BTW, some of the designs are quite good. I’ve download some myself. You can check them out &lt;a href="http://www.blogspottemplates.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"..I need rain rain rain, it’s burning up in here..."&lt;br/&gt;                           -El Nino by Tata Young-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm so not in to that song at all. I actually find this song quite annoying with the unnaturally high pitched voice of Tata Young saying "EL NINO!!!” She also looks like she's pushing herself too hard trying to do the sexy moves and dance in the video.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But that's not what I'm trying to say. Don't you guys feel that it's getting hotter and hotter in Jakarta? This hot and humid weather make me sweating like a pig when I sleep every night. And I HATE THAT!! October supposed to be the first month of rainy season in Indonesia. Three more days to November but it’s not raining yet. But when the rainy season comes, the worry of flood comes along with it. Enough crap, I’m being pointless.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One more thing annoyed me just now. My boyfriend called, he told me that we’re going to have dinner with his family. It’s gonna be his father’s birthday dinner (hey, maybe I can make it my birthday celebration too… hehehe…). I tried to have a little conversation with him but he wasn’t focusing himself to what he was saying. I asked if there was anything wrong and he said nothing was wrong. But then he did it again. He didn’t finish what he was saying and mumbled on every last words of the sentence. So Baby, next time if there were anything bothering you for having any conversation with me, you could just say it. I would understand and call you other time. Okay?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All right guys, I think it’s time for me to start focusing myself on what I’m wearing tonight. Sorry, I’m just a girl with a girl’s thought… Teeheehee!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ciaoo!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-116202594358128721?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/116202594358128721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=116202594358128721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116202594358128721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116202594358128721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes_116202594358128721.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-116176465768781162</id><published>2006-10-25T15:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:24:17.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the birthday girl</title><content type='html'>It’s been centuries since my last post, and I think today is the best day to start blogging again. My friends have been asking me why I didn’t update my blog. You’ll find the answers in this post. I’m gonna write a lot of things that has happened in my life during my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September I almost didn’t have the time to post anything, since I was so busy applying for a scholarship in UK. The program is called the British Chevening Awards. They had lots of simple questions but definitely difficult to answer. I had been sitting in front of my PC, reading those questions over and over again, trying to find the best answer to fill those empty boxes. And it took me almost a month to finally fill the boxes with fairly suitable answers. You see, I downloaded the application form on 3rd of September and finished filling the form on 29th of September. And I didn’t answer it alone. I called Pipi a few times, asked for her help. I also asked for Debby and Lissa’s help. So I guess I have to thank you guys for helping me out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of assignments from school. Every single lecturer gave us assignments. Some of them were really difficult ones, some were too many to handle, and some of them were just too pointless to spend your time on. It’s true!! Not only those deadly assignments, I had to prepare myself for exams too. In addition to that, I still have lots of things to do for my final project. This final project is kinda scary. It makes me sick, even just thinking about it. Okay enough of these…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad news, maybe some of you have read it in Pipi’s blog. My two lovely bunnies died. Thumper (Rum) died on Saturday, 7th October 2006. Cookies (Raisin) die a week later (Saturday, 14th October 2006). Fortunately I wasn’t at home both times. So I didn’t have to watch the heartbreaking scenes. May your soul rest in peace in the heaven full of carrots and veggies. I’m gonna post their baby pictures very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wiping tears off my face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I went to Bandung with my family. It was such a crazy shopping moments. I bought a few tops and accessories. I can’t wait to have the moment to wear them. We didn’t actually go anywhere else beside FOs. Ooh, and we went to this nice café called CONGO in Dago. The atmosphere was nice and the beverages taste quite nice with reasonable prices too. I will soon post the picts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I feel that today’s not that special, even though it’s my birthday. I remember how I used to be soooo happy, knowing that my parents would throw another birthday party with colorful balloons and gifts wrapped in printed papers. Then I would enjoy writing invitations for friends and relatives. After that I would be showered by nothing but pure gladness that I would blow another candle and eat another birthday cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now… No more great parties since can’t afford one. T-T *hiks* More over I realize that every single year added up in my life brings greater responsibility with it. Another candle means another the stage of maturity that I have to be in. Until eventually, for me, birthdays will no longer be a celebration. They will just be a countdown to the end of my story… Sounds terrifying I know, but it’s true, isn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I think I know one thing that I love about birthdays. YUP!! Birthday presents!! So come on guys, send me those gifts!!! Hahahahhaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Sorry I couldn’t post the picts now, but I promise I’ll post them soon.&lt;br /&gt;     Ciaoooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-116176465768781162?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/116176465768781162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=116176465768781162&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116176465768781162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/116176465768781162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-birthday-girl.html' title='from the birthday girl'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-115863737760785892</id><published>2006-09-19T10:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:42:57.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream</title><content type='html'>I had this weird dream last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my friends driving along the road. I didn’t remember the exact road but it was so familiar. So we arrived at the parking lot of a building with unattractive exterior, some kind of condo or apartment. I don’t know whether it was an old building or a new one, but nobody’s there and it was so quiet. I came there for certain reason which I don’t know now. All I know is me and my friends were so persistent of going in to the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit surprised when I first stepped into the building. It was a huge hospital, with great interiors and all hi-tech equipments. Then I was thinking, what am I doing here? Is anybody I know being hospitalized? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember, I was in the elevator and it’s going to the 2nd floor. DING!! On the 2nd floor we were. I followed my friends to an alley and entered a room. I saw someone, and I knew she had just become a mom because I saw a little baby girl in her crib there, but still didn’t know who she was… until one of my friend called her and she turned around… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS MY MOM!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I came to the baby crib and lift the baby up. She was soooooo cute and pretty with those blushing chubby cheeks, little pointed nose, and most of all… a pair of beautiful greenish blue eyes. Weird huh?! Makes me wonder who the father was… hahahaha …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in my dream I realized there’s a friend that was being treated in the same hospital after he had a minor accident or… I don’t know, I forgot. When I reached the room, I opened the door and found out that it was actually my ex-bf sleeping on the bed. I walked towards him and suddenly he woke up. I asked how he was, and he said he was absolutely okay, nothing’s wrong. Then why in the world was he doing there if he was okay? He said, “Nothing, I went clubbing with my friends last night and you know… got drunk and I thought I could use a nice bed here… so, yeah! I was just sleeping.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?! WEIRD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was one odd dream, and it makes me wondering what was the real meaning behind that dream? Hmmm… *sigh* Never mind… if they’re not weird, they won’t call them dreams, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115863737760785892?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115863737760785892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115863737760785892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115863737760785892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115863737760785892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/09/weird-dream.html' title='weird dream'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-115804050535110441</id><published>2006-09-12T12:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:44:09.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new</title><content type='html'>Hey, have I told you that my life is kinda boring lately? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!! I'm doing the same activities every single day. Working from 8 am to 3 pm, going to school on 4 pm and head back home around 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something new and fresh. Maybe some new friends, or a new hobby, or a new job, or a new boyfriend, or even a new house... I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I've been dying to bring something new in my life, I decided to do something significant yesterday. Guess what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on scrolling guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!! YUP YUP YUP!! I got my hair cut. What do you think? No no you don't have to answer, cause I know I look great!! Hihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibe and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot in the class. Left-right : Me, Christie, Ivonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/DSC00645.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new look brings me some kind of new energy. I like it as much as you love it!! Hahahaha.. Your comments are very welcomed guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115804050535110441?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115804050535110441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115804050535110441&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115804050535110441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115804050535110441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/09/brand-new.html' title='brand new'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-115795961753841940</id><published>2006-09-11T11:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:26:57.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>colors</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post.. I was busy with my sister's wedding, office work, and school assignments. I was so stupid I didn't bring my camera to the wedding reception *sigh* I took a few low quality pics with my phone though. I will post them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is from pipi's blog. I've been doing a little survey about colors of days from my friends and this is what I got :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday = red&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = green&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = blue&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = yellow&lt;br /&gt;Friday = grey&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = colorful&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bu Zay's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday = white&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = brown&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = grey&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = orange&lt;br /&gt;Friday = green&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = blue&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Iwan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday = red &amp; white&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = brown&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = dark green&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = orange&lt;br /&gt;Friday = gold&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = black&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yudi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday = orange&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = green&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = blue&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = black&lt;br /&gt;Friday = red&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = yellow&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been friends with Debby for like 7 years. Yesterday I just found out that she's one weird person.. heheheh.. When I asked her to mention one color for every day of the week, she said she couldn't do that. After pushing her for a while, she finally gave me the answers. But instead of color she mentioned one thing for every day. And this is her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WEIRD&lt;/span&gt; answer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday = white walls&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = an envelope with red and blue stripes on the edges&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = fence&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = a bell that usually strapped around a cow's neck (klenengan sapi)&lt;br /&gt;Friday = small hook to hang keys&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = push button switch&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = chignon / hair bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAH, I couldn't stop laughing while she gave me those ridiculously hillarious answers... Why does it has to be hair bun when people say Sunday??!! And what's with "klenengan sapi"?! HIHIHIHIHIHIHIH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird friend I have. But weird and crazy friends make my life much brighter.. I think I need more crazy friends. Hehehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115795961753841940?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115795961753841940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115795961753841940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115795961753841940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115795961753841940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/09/colors.html' title='colors'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-115683171679713251</id><published>2006-08-29T13:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:39:17.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>strangest things</title><content type='html'>I met my best buddy, Simon. His being here makes me sooooo happy. This is so ironic coz actually he's here for his grandpa's funeral (my deepest condolence, Mon..). Last Sunday, I was having dinner with my family celebrating my brother's birthday when Simon called. He picked me up at the restaurant and we took off to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordered a glass of nice coffee, we started to talk about lots of things, giving each other some up-dates. I've been waiting to tell my stories to him for quite some time, coz I think what I was having was HUGE!! That night I reported mine first then he revealed his and suddenly I felt so bad for being such a heartless bitch thinking that my problem is always the biggest. Apparently he is having a bigger, I mean BIGGER problem than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a serious conversation that we usually never did, we came to a conclussion :&lt;br /&gt;1. the number of evil and heartless people today is uncountable, and it's increasing the very second I write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. things that used to happen olny in movies and soap operas have become certainly possible to occur in our real life.&lt;br /&gt;3. things happened in our lives lately are terrible, and there's always a chance for them to become more and more horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;4. we both found that we all desperately need to be more mature in terms of thoughts and attitude to be able to cope with situations stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one long brain-exploiting and energy-consuming conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one more thing that's quite relieving for me. I could be a blinded fool when it comes to loving somebody and I admit that what I've done back then was totally ridiculous. I was being non-sense and may have hurt some people badly. But it's all over now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a friend said: "Everybody could suffer from their own foolishness, but by consciously holding on to your common sense once again, you're considered healed from the disease..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Simon again tonight. I have to see him before he fly back to Sidney tomorrow. I'll be missing him so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115683171679713251?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115683171679713251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115683171679713251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115683171679713251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115683171679713251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/strangest-things.html' title='strangest things'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115666233429973201</id><published>2006-08-28T10:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:48:40.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>winner</title><content type='html'>I haven't post a blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, commemorating 61st anniversary of my country's independence day, Summarecon -the company that I'm working for- held various competitions for all of it's employee from every business unit (Klub Kelapa Gading, Mal Kelapa Gading, Summarecon Kelapa Gading, Summarecon Serpong, Sentra Kelapa Gading, and Summarecon's office tower) . Actually they held this kind of event every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second time I participate in the competition. Last year I participated as a member of KKG's team in the aerobic competition and won the gold medal. Considered as the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;key person&lt;/span&gt; of KKG's aerobic winning team (teeheehee...), this year they asked me to join the team again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the best colour of uniform... ORANGE!! Eventhough I didn't like the idea of wearing short pants (made me looked disgusting) and that silly head band (made us looked like Ully Sigar Rusady... Hahahah..), I really did my best. I pushed myself to the limit, doing all the moves including those muscle breaking push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/Aerobic%2C%2011%20Agsts%2006%20%2822%29%20copy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/Aerobic%2C%2011%20Agsts%2006%20%2822%29%20copy.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ONCE AGAIN, KKG'S TEAM WON!!!! 2 consecutive years... I can't hide it, I'm so proud of myself... Hahahaha... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*behave behave*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since each person was allowed to participate in two competitions, I definetely didn't want to waste the opportunity and joined the acapella team as well. We sang "Indonesia Pusaka" and "Stand By Me". The competition was really tough, all of the participants sang really good. But I think our team was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUPERB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! We got silver medal (runner up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/Acapela%20%2813%29%20copy.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/Acapela%20%2813%29%20copy.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing those facts, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I officially declare myself as THE WINNER !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nyahahahaha !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*louder and louder wicked laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                    --&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;winner's trophies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/trophy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/trophy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/winner%27s%20trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/winner%27s%20trophy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115666233429973201?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115666233429973201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115666233429973201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115666233429973201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115666233429973201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/winner.html' title='winner'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115666797355002400</id><published>2006-08-27T14:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:37:58.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Lantern Fun-tasy</title><content type='html'>Another exciting place to come to.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about this lantern festival from my classmate, Pristina. She went there with her family, not forgetting her adorable son, Deaqon. As soon as she told me about it I couldn't wait to come and see this so called "disney's magical lantern festival" myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Debby and I decided to go. As usual it's only the two of us but since we are the perfect combination, we still had lots and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket and stamps.. See that hairy thing? Hahaha.. It's Debby's hand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/IMG_0165.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/IMG_0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/DSC00615.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/DSC00615.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at 7 pm, it's dark already and lights of the lanterns are all switched on. They created the lantern from colorful fabrics and filled them with gleaming small bulbs. The results were AMAZING. They're so beautiful, made me wanna touch them few times. But every time I reached my hand to touch the lantern, the heat caused by the bulbs shocked me. That's actually why they made some kind of fence from ropes so the visitors couldn't come too close to the lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first stepped into the festival area, we saw this huge welcoming lantern. Too bad I couldn't get the full image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/front%20gate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/front%20gate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/front%20gate%20full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/front%20gate%20full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella!! The most famous fairy tale ever... Don't you think? By the way I couldn't find her anywhere, maybe she's busy making out with her prince charming behind those bushes, so I thought Debby and I could take her place that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/chariot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/chariot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, two beautiful princess. Just walked out of our chariot, gracefully.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/cinderellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/cinderellas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Snow White there as well. The Seven Dwarfs kept her occupied the whole time. So we thought we just took picts with her friends from the forest. To do that, we had to jump over the fence and pose nicely in squat position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/jo%20snow%20white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/jo%20snow%20white.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/debby%20snow%20white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/debby%20snow%20white.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debby took pictures with Disney's 3 most legendary cast, Mickey, Minnie and Donald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/debby%20mickey%20minnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/debby%20mickey%20minnie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/debby%20donald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/debby%20donald.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most romantic couple ever... They were on a date when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/romantic%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/romantic%20couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly they asked us to join them on a double date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/double%20date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/double%20date.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of Mickey n Minnie's house after our double date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/mickeys%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/mickeys%20house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there were just the two of us, we couldn't take picts together. We wanted to ask other visitors to take our picts, but we were too worry that the person would steal my camera and run away with it. Two over-paranoid girls.. After convincing ourselves for a while, we asked the first person to help us took picts, and nothing awfull happened. Everything went well. But before we were brave enough to let strangers held my camera, we tried to take our picts ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attemp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/first%20attemp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/first%20attemp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attemp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/second%20attemp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/second%20attemp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Can't see the backgroud well, it's all our faces.. But we still looked nice.. Hehe... pathetic posers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAKUNA MATATA!! It's the Lion King's Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/hakuna%20matata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/hakuna%20matata.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debby with hippos and flaminggo cabaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/dby%20hippos%20flaminggos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/dby%20hippos%20flaminggos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crowded there, so many kids running around and screaming. Lots of people gathered around the lantern and it was very difficult for us to get nice and "clean" image. Everybody wanted to take picts with famous lanterns like Chicken Little and friends. Hactic hactic !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/hactic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/hactic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we finally got the chance to pose with those kindergarten students of Oaks. This actually came from 2 different picts, mine and Debby's. My brother made it look like we both posed together. Thanks, Bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/tempel%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/tempel%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant lantern castle.. How long did it take them to build this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/200/castle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posed with Marlin, Nemo and Dory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/tempel%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/tempel%207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh's Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/tempel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/tempel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having good times posing with the whole OHANA from Lilo and Stich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/tempel%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/tempel%206.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least and the best lanterns of all. Give it up for Lightning McQueen, Mater and Sally from CARS !! *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/tempel%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/tempel%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired legs, oily face, sweating all over but I felt absolutely happy. From there we headed back to Kelapa Gading and met Albert for dinner at Ayam Goreng Keraton.&lt;br /&gt;What a fun-tastic day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115666797355002400?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115666797355002400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115666797355002400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115666797355002400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115666797355002400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/disney-lantern-fun-tasy.html' title='Disney Lantern Fun-tasy'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115640459075633196</id><published>2006-08-24T13:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:32:53.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 year Puputan War - BALI</title><content type='html'>IWAPI (Ikatan Wanita Pengusaha Indonesia) will held an event commemorating 100 year Puputan War in Bali. There will be a golf tournament at Bali Nirwana Resort Golf Club from 16th to 17th Sept 2006. The artcraft/cultural exhibition will take place at Inna Grand Bali Beach Hotel from 19th to 22nd Sept 2006 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested to join this event, as the golf tournament or exhibition participant, pls send me an email and i'll send you the application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further details, pls contact me at joan.stephanie@gmail.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115640459075633196?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115640459075633196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115640459075633196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115640459075633196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115640459075633196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/100-year-puputan-war-bali.html' title='100 year Puputan War - BALI'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115630217825497247</id><published>2006-08-23T08:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:54:53.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures pictures</title><content type='html'>YiiPPy!!! This is the first time i post pictures on my blog.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dancing crazily and doing useless inexplicable moves* &lt;br /&gt;*stop moving suddenly*  *serious expression*&lt;br /&gt;*clear throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly present... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The DYNAMIC DUO&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN BANDUNG&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/kamar%20pas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/kamar%20pas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually in the fitting room at Rumah Mode (one of the most visited factory outlet in Bandung), wearing tank tops we eventually decided not to buy, but at least we posed in those cute blue and maroon tanks. Teeheehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/cipaku2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/cipaku2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Debby in Cipaku Indah Hotel. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nice and clean room, cool fresh air with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15% discount&lt;/span&gt;. What would be better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/cipaku1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/cipaku1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second pose, girls.. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/in%20the%20car.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/in%20the%20car.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot in the car before we explored factory outlets in Dago... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/hood1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/hood1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl in the hood.. See the new hair color? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/doggie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/doggie.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a dog breeder at Villa Gerbera. They had super cute puppies. We took these a month old shihtsu twins to pose with us. Aren't they super cute? I WANT ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/cari%20jalan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/cari%20jalan.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debby took this picture the first night we stay in Cipaku Indah. I was focusing my mind and eyes on the map, trying to find the way to places we wanted to go the next day. Look!! It's me without eyebrows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/malya.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/320/malya.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day in Bandung, before we checked out from Malya...(ugly bangs makes me looked moronic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115630217825497247?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115630217825497247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115630217825497247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115630217825497247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115630217825497247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures-pictures.html' title='pictures pictures'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115614657961289389</id><published>2006-08-21T14:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:49:39.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration...</title><content type='html'>Doing nothing on this in-office holiday.. &lt;br /&gt;Sorted hundreds of passport photos of club members. &lt;br /&gt;Ate big chunk of ketan-item cake (yummy!!).. &lt;br /&gt;Tried so hard to ignore this annoying sore throat and headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of inspiration lately. Don't know what to write or post. I really should start posting some nice pictures here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should just enjoy myself being "topic of the month"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*try to feel good about myself and to be less paranoid*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115614657961289389?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115614657961289389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115614657961289389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115614657961289389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115614657961289389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspiration.html' title='inspiration...'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115613409670329259</id><published>2006-08-21T11:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:52:47.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandung Trip</title><content type='html'>Yoo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend!! I went to Bandung with my friends for 3 days (too bad Lissa didn’t join us on this trip, so practically I was with Debby all the time..). Didn’t have the time to do so many things we wanted to do, but still… We were dynamic duo and we had SO MUCH FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that Debby and I considered as achievements during our trip:&lt;br /&gt;1. I drove all the way to Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;2. I changed my hair color (some reddish-brown-mahogany tone of color).&lt;br /&gt;3. Debby dyed her hair for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Unintentionally got 15% discount for our room rate (haha…).&lt;br /&gt;5. Debby went to Kampung Daun for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;6. I bought a nice pair of shoes and earrings.&lt;br /&gt;7. We found Puri Bambu (restaurant serves all kinds of pork.. hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;8. I was being a professional navigator the whole trip. I read the map and showed the way. &lt;br /&gt;         (No more saying: “women can’t read maps”. I just showed that women can do anything. &lt;br /&gt;         Yee ha!!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Debby drove all the way back to Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… there’s something odd but funny happened the last night we were there. Nevin, Selly, Anton, Cecilia, and two of Selly’s friend (forgot the names) were having dinner at The Valley. I decided not to go coz I had a terrible headache and Debby wanted to stay in the hotel with me. We were going to Cibadak to have some nasi campur or bakut but then we cancelled. We were too lazy to drive to Cibadak (approximately half an hour from our hotel). We drove by McD and decided to have our dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered food and sat by the window/glass wall. We were eating and talking, using this crazy body language and all the sound effects needed to enhance the quality of our conversation, when I realized a bunch of guys sitting on the other side of the glass wall were checking on us. I ignored them and kept talking to Debby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finished my meal and wanted to clean my hands. One of the guys was washing his hands while I queued behind him. When he’s done washing his hands, I stepped closer to the wash basin and suddenly heard this guy mumbled. I stared at him making sure whether he was talking to me or not. Yup! He was talking to me but I didn’t heard what he said so I asked, “Apa, Mas? (Excuse me…)” Then he shockingly replied,”Saya cuma mau bilang bibir Mba seksi, &lt;strong&gt;udah gitu aja, Mba&lt;/strong&gt;…(I just wanna say that you have sexy lips, that’s it…)”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**WHAT KIND OF STATEMENT WAS THAT?!**   -_- &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the bold words in the Indonesian version. Apa maksudnya sich?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**pernyataan super bodoh** -_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to our table with this super cool-nothing happened-expression and told Debby about that guy. Debby laughed really loud and made some jokes about it. We waited till those guys entered their cars and set off, making sure they didn’t have another opportunity to meet us or talk to us outside McD, or even worse follow us to our hotel. Then we head back to our hotel room and continue chatting about silly unimportant things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the pictures soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Debby, &lt;br /&gt;At first I thought this weekend would be such a waste. But it turned out to be soooo exciting. Thank’s for making this trip a pleasure girl. Can’t wait for our next quest… Hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115613409670329259?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115613409670329259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115613409670329259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115613409670329259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115613409670329259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/bandung-trip.html' title='Bandung Trip'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115561423390508626</id><published>2006-08-15T09:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T10:57:13.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy ending</title><content type='html'>Last night I was in the middle of class, trying so hard to concentrate on what the lecturer was explaining. And for me who works from 8 am to 3 pm and attend classes on 5 pm to around 9 or 10 pm, focusing my mind is not easy. Anyways… suddenly I heard the lecturer said something about happy ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind traveled back a few weeks ago when I was having a casual dinner with one of my best friend since high school. We were actually two desperate girls that got nothing to do on a lonely Saturday night. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend was broken hearted. Her world was destroyed when she caught her boyfriend red handed while he was with another girl. After that, my friend called him and they had a really serious conversation. She got the conclusion… a terrible one… guess… yup! This guy was really interested in this new girl, so they broke up. SHOOT!! They had been together for 5 freaking years and broke up just like that… Makes me shiver every time I think about it. Will I eventually be with a loyal guy who loves me and I love so much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m not gonna write more about that. So we were discussing about girls, guys and fate. Then she asked me this question “Jo, do you think God has specifically created somebody for each of us, right from the very start, way back before we were even born? And will everyone experience a happy ending eventually?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silently drink my hot cappuccino thinking so hard to answer the question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think that this life is sort of an RPG game. There are so many ways to choose, so many decisions to make, and the ending of the story depends so much on choices you make. It applied in our love lives too. I really believe that God has created a soul-mate for everyone. It’s just He hasn’t put the face yet. The choices you make will lead you to the person. Different decision could guide you to different person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whether everyone will eventually experience a happy ending with their soul-mate or not… I really don’t know and I guess we’ll never know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading a phrase printed on a chocolate paper wrap (You’ll tempted to open them one by one and read all different phrase on every wrapping and of course finally end up feeling so guilty for eating all the chocolate since you have nothing to wrap them again… hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worth while.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret that you love or had been in love with somebody cause to be able to love a person is a gift. And in times you feel that it was so stupid and ridiculous falling in love with them; you have to be happy cause it means you’re over them already…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115561423390508626?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115561423390508626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115561423390508626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115561423390508626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115561423390508626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-ending.html' title='happy ending'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31692253.post-115396952446524967</id><published>2006-07-27T09:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:09:34.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>I always feel like I have a really big heart full of love. I don’t believe that there are people that have never experienced love. But, that was before I found the &lt;strong&gt;real living person &lt;/strong&gt;that’s never been in love all his life. This fact kinda surprised me a bit because I’ve seen him giving so much affection to a person. He’s such a loving person actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Then I was thinking if you’ve never really been in love with a person then probably you’ve never experienced those wonderful moments.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments when you feel so comfortable being around him in your most terrible outfit and without your makeups on… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments when you want to show him off to the world even when he’s messy and sweating after playing basketball or football…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments when you can feel thousands of butterflies flying in your stomach whenever he looks you in the eyes and softly whisper “I love you”… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments when your heart beats so fast because he’s about to kiss you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments when you find the peace just to watch him peacefully sleeping… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments when your heart’s filled with glee just because you heard him laughing out loud…&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I wonder if they have never been in love then they probably wouldn't be able to feel the most indescribable mess in their heart, the pain of being broken hearted. Do you think they’re lucky enough never got to get through the heart breaking moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know your answers, but for me it’s a &lt;strong&gt;true blessing &lt;/strong&gt;that I’ve experienced love. It’s a precious gift that I could love somebody sincerely, even though there’s always the possibility that the person doesn’t have the same feelings for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is for you. Could you really &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; somebody? Are you ready to make sacrifices for him? Even if it means you have to sacrifice your &lt;strong&gt;happiness being with him&lt;/strong&gt; so he can be &lt;strong&gt;happy with someone else&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115396952446524967?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115396952446524967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115396952446524967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115396952446524967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115396952446524967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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-31692253.post-115391749443266285</id><published>2006-07-26T23:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T09:32:02.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Gosh!!</title><content type='html'>Crazy one leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my sister sent me an email about a boy from Malaysia. He's in elementary school and his teacher gave him an assignment for his final test. He had to write an essay about his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soo hilarious!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!  &lt;br /&gt;*laugh my brain off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what he wrote abut is family is true, then I'm guilty for being an evil person.  I laughed over sad stories of his life. But he's using the funniest words and expressions in almost every part of his essay.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough from me. You can judge me after read his own handwritings scanned below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/karangan%20parah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/400/karangan%20parah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/karangan%20parah%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/400/karangan%20parah%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/1600/karangan%20parah%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7125/3447/400/karangan%20parah%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's written in Malay. For you who don’t understand Malay or Bahasa, just tell me. I'll try to translate it into English. But it's much funnier in its original language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31692253-115391749443266285?l=baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115391749443266285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31692253&amp;postID=115391749443266285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115391749443266285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31692253/posts/default/115391749443266285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-pumpkin.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-gosh.html' title='Oh Gosh!!'/><author><name>Pumpkin Talk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300884398334244277</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></feed>
