<?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-741194657400296932</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:48:30.993+08:00</updated><category term='2008'/><title type='text'>Time for a sexy party!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4792168161622755409</id><published>2010-05-02T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:25:32.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello May.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcoming May here. Tada! *drum rolls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, May is here with us meaning I have numerous assignments due within this month. I mainly have a lot of things to accomplish and step by step is the only way to make it right. Thank you April it was a pleasure, not. I have had enough obstacles to be done and I see June is coming very soon so I have got to be good. I can't really see why I have this certain problem to be corrected. You see, I have been wasted here for two years I don't speak in eloquent English like many people do. Every time I get my assignments back, grammar has always been my biggest problem. Thou I tried. Yes I wish I was able to speak in their language fluently, how I wish I were them. Really. It's been a tough months for me, a massive struggle is needed. I repeatedly make mistakes and I see I have to learn from them. Frankly speaking, I don't see people here are friendly. Some of them you lot may see, yes, they are. Bounce your arse to my University, you indeed will see a diversity. However, count how many of them speak English as their first language. I know mine is not that bad but I gaze mine is not even better than them lot. It has been improving, I assume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So May, just be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4792168161622755409?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4792168161622755409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4792168161622755409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4792168161622755409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-may.html' title='Hello May.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5162234134244176849</id><published>2010-04-15T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:41:00.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(...still thinking of a good title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Blogspot, yes I am here again to tell you the 20 things you don't know about me. I'm just being random, really. I've been having a terrible week, blame those shits I can't even sleep really well it disturbs me even every time I close my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Unfortunately, I'm purely Indonesian and why can't I be British? I don't work for Hitler and his ideology of Nazism and Fascism, I don't even have any idea why I (so much) hate Chinese which basically identifies me as a rasict teenage girl. I just hate everything about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I believe I am both Nadya and Kish. I have this very selfish Nadya and a super friendly Kish. I prefer to be called Kish rather than Nadya, to be honest. I made the name myself like 5 years ago. And I use &lt;b&gt;Vibestation &lt;/b&gt;to hide my identity. I put that everywhere I make accounts, even to post mails to my boyfriend. Don't ask me the history of that last name. The most annoying thing is when them need to check on my ID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I'm a Capricorn but I don't act like one. I'm the opposite of the actual facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I'm an Agnostic. The funny thing is, I never know how to explain to people what Agnostic really is but I have the wikipedia definition and explanation in my brain which makes me one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I don't eat meat not because I don't like it, it's because I can't munch over them and I can't swallow them so I can't digest them. (Too many 'them', sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I don't know much about sex. That doesn't mean I don't like it when people talk about that, but basically I 'euw' them cos I have a very high imagination system inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. So yarr, I imagine every single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. I fuckin like bears. I fuckin like sharks more. I deserve to have a castle in the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. I go gay sometimes if I needed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. I can't live without my iPod, albeit I don't really need it when I'm with my mates. I just need sumat in my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Deo means everything to me, and none of you can actually find the definition on Google. I made it myself and I hide it somewhere on Google, iGoogle, myGoogle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. The more you hate me, the more I like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. I'm pretty much a sarcastic person but I'm not good at being sarcastic to sarcastic people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. I talk about people a lot, even about my mates. That doesn't mean I hate you, I talk about you lot means I care about you. And also means I note every single thing about you lot. Yes, that's true. Take the advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. I google my assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. I fuckin hate kids. Yes they're cute it makes me want to punch them in the face. I don't surely know what'll happen if I had kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. Every time I lie, it turns out to be a 'yes'. Some of you may know what I mean by that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. I don't wear heels but I own 2 of them here in Perth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. I'm a die-hard fan of &lt;b&gt;Katy Perry &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Joshua Hayward. &lt;/b&gt;They're my weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. I still don't know what to put as my title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S8dAabG_YrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/08qW5RIdoBQ/s1600/Image511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S8dAabG_YrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/08qW5RIdoBQ/s320/Image511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460403895907869362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM A FUKIN HORROR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Stressed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently playing: &lt;/b&gt;Florence and the Machine - You've Got the Love (even I knew it before I found out it's all over the radio, fuck sake)&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/741194657400296932-5162234134244176849?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5162234134244176849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-thinking-of-good-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5162234134244176849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5162234134244176849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-thinking-of-good-title.html' title='(...still thinking of a good title)'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S8dAabG_YrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/08qW5RIdoBQ/s72-c/Image511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2513909818474983580</id><published>2010-04-11T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:11:57.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatized by you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am loved by this beautiful lad for around a year in a half and have been experiencing heaps of ups and downs which is usual for couples I suppose. I have this repression has been enervating my mind which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solely &lt;/span&gt;disturbs the relationship. The internal conflict is dampened by a simple question by me to my boyfriend that usually end up with a huge fight, I might consider that as a 'colossal gamble' cos I thought I couldn't win the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;game. &lt;/span&gt;Given the fact that I usually start it (yer blame that on me) I have to deal with it myself. I point out that epochs of this case are also times of general &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;war, &lt;/span&gt;with links between short-distance and long-distance relationship. The most profound upheaval is to be found in myself, again, where small things about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her, &lt;/span&gt;reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her - &lt;/span&gt;well, you see we used to be best friends for years before we decided to start a relationship so I know most of the things about her, and them actually, to be honest that made me hurt so much I wanted to stab my chest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no I'm joking I wasn't that idiot to give up on such thing like this, well yes I tried once but I failed. &lt;/span&gt;Shh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quelled the conflict by warming myself with a cup of a mushroom soup, I often sleep early to kick it all off and ask him if he's all mine. I know it's a bit corny but really, it's sort of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crucial &lt;/span&gt;ah'd say to reassure that you two are okay, more to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignore &lt;/span&gt;that bloody motherfucker haaaa. But really, I'm too traumatized by her, I need times /: The tyranny will be over soon I believe. Bloody hell why bother posting this? I find the word 'tyranny' is a term that is a bit hard to define, I don't even know why am I using that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go Skyping with the boy. Two assignments to be done within a week, I will be on hiatus I assume it won't take long. Hiatus here meaning no Twitter, Facebook and what else? Tumblr! That is a very huge temptation, one of the ways to start my day. And yes yes, dear you vile woman, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/741194657400296932-2513909818474983580?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2513909818474983580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/04/traumatized-by-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2513909818474983580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2513909818474983580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/04/traumatized-by-you.html' title='Traumatized by you'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-495919995768473436</id><published>2010-03-07T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:39:30.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my favourite BOODA CALL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I hate brocolli because everyone hates it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was such a splendid night I had with my ladies, Shari and Ratih. I spent the whole Friday with them two at Shari's. It took me more than 20 minutes to finally meet Ratih at SportsGirl in London Court that day. I was declaring myself a lady as I bought two scarf and I wore a cute scarf around my hair. We threes were about to watch &lt;i&gt;Dear John &lt;/i&gt;(I know it's a guilty pleasure much), but we decided to stay at Shari's turning on the 'Welcome to the King of Iron Tournament' and had a superb battle between me, Shari, Ratih, Osmar, and Andy. I got 5 wins, no wonder, til my fingers felt numb I couldn't move it. Fandy asked me to escort the majesty to Maccas to grab a grub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The time struck 11PM when Shari decided to move her arse to her room cos she needs to finish her photography project by taking Ratih's picture of black and white. So we went in and I looked at them having their make-up session I wanted to latch on to it. Here are some pics Shari has tagged on my Facebook if you fancy to look at it, maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlPLvs2YI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZtBNbIJjOe0/s1600-h/two+kish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlPLvs2YI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZtBNbIJjOe0/s320/two+kish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445878054690544002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two Kish in Black and White. We both are lost in mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlOppf3VI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qCgu22eG1-Q/s1600-h/ouch!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlOppf3VI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qCgu22eG1-Q/s320/ouch!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445878045537721682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bitches are trying to enjoy every moment in life by touching their boobs, imagining it is a planet they can live in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlObtvbQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RpizhcuPfjw/s1600-h/kishari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlObtvbQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RpizhcuPfjw/s320/kishari.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445878041797422338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and my favourite booda call being such an innocent lady, in 1966.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlOPXQTwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/76e-UswdEm8/s1600-h/cry+me+outt..jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlOPXQTwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/76e-UswdEm8/s320/cry+me+outt..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445878038481882882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oooohhhh baby how can I survive on Whorearth without you? I will follow you into the dark."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlNYC_P1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/TYPIqAbgq_c/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlNYC_P1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/TYPIqAbgq_c/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445878023632928594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're too shy to tell you how gorgeous we are. Look at our arse, they're the most amazing part of our bodies you can die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those are some of em. We were using Shari's Nikon which was amazing I love the camera thanks to the camera I looked cuter in every single snap on it. Booyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyroad, I have seen Alice in Wonderland and with my contrite heart I have to say the movie failed to amuse me as everyone expected it would be. I would give them &lt;b&gt;6.5/10. &lt;/b&gt;It was such a long movie I was this close to nod off. This time when Alice tried to kill the dragon, I feel like.. Is it that easy to kill a huge massive dragon with a small and a blunt sword? Heroin face of Alice, at least everyone said it to me so yeah. I thought so. It's a total duff. I was distraught by the whole story-line, it's not even a wonderland, it's a fuckedupland. I wasn't made up about the movie I had to pay AUD19 and I had to bring my own 3D glasses. I know Tim Burton is a good movie director (too bad he's American) I mean, I like his Sweeney Todd, Corpse Bride, and of course, Mars Attack! (Used to be one of my favourite movie). I like him usually, but not in Alice in Wonderland, to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Touche. I feel stuffed even though you have to know the truth I woke up at 2.30 in the afto today. Very morning class tomorrow and have to finish my 27 Letters exercise, hate to remember that. So I hope to blog again sometime soon. Enjoy your weekend and hope you all have a great day ahead starting toms. I have to call Deo to know where he is right now otherwise I am going to watch a DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheerio. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-495919995768473436?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/495919995768473436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-my-favourite-booda-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/495919995768473436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/495919995768473436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-my-favourite-booda-call.html' title='You are my favourite BOODA CALL.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/S5OlPLvs2YI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZtBNbIJjOe0/s72-c/two+kish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2509117882373768165</id><published>2010-02-22T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:04:37.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed and Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The title is inspired by Katy Perry as she wrote down on Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are too many things I did back in Jakarta, I am not able to describe the whole thing here. Lovely times, amazing times, horrible times, sad times and all became one. Here are some of the stories I would love to share it with you guys. First of all, I am deadly tired. I just got back from the airport around 6AM as the flight departed at 12.15AM post-midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Departure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 7AM in the morning because I could not sleep well. I thought of something I did not want to happen. When I opened my eyes I did not see my mother beside me. I immediately jumped off the bed and ran downstairs to see if my mother was there. I twigged I was still in Jakarta so I thanked God for that. I hugged my mother and told her "Mum, I don't wanna go back can I just stay?" and she hugged me back and told me to calm myself down as everything would be all right. I only need to finish 2 more semester then I am done with Uni. Amin :) I looked at the time every single minute I wanted to hit them so I do not need to know that I am actually leaving. Me and mother spent the whole day together I did not want to let her go. When she walked, I followed her. I just could not let them go, just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried to hide the feeling of sadness but I could not resist that until it finally pour down itself and my mother hugged me. I miss her hug I miss her kiss. I always spend the last day in Jakarta with them on Sunday and that is why I hate Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The clock struck 9PM, mother asked me to get dressed and that cos we were about to leave at 930PM sharp! My hands was shaking I had no guts to go up and get dressed. I cried over my room and I told her to be nice while I am away. I kissed my puppies and the old dog there to say good bye, I looked at the theater and cried over it again as I spent most of the times at the theater with my loved ones. Off we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I snuggled my mother in the car I did not want to let her go if only she could come with me. The flight departed at 12AM and I tried the best to hide the feeling so mother father and my sister will be proud of me. Deo too :) I tried so hard to smile cos I do not want this to take long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I left them at 11.10PM cos I got to board soon. Sigh.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Surprise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the most amazing the best days I ever had in my life at least til the end of February XD So thanks to Valentine's Day for giving me a super chance to meet the one and only, Deo Karmawan. I did not know he would come to visit me until on Sunday he called me and said he got the ticket. I did not do anything but kept silent as I thought it was a joke! I could not stop screaming I kept dancing I did not care about people looking at me weird I was too excited I cannot even explain! Then he told me the flight would be depart at 6PM so I got to pick him up at 7PM local time (Jakarta) I wow-ed I could not believe it would happen, really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was watching Hannah Montana The Movie until I saw a thing coming from upstairs and I took it I twigged it was a chocolate. I thought it was my sister throwing it at me but then when I looked up, I saw this very beautiful and gorgeous lad grinning. It was Deo!!!! I jumped off the chair again then I ran to the stairs very fast I hugged him incredibly tight he could not breathe. I was surprised I cried. I mean, finally :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent the whole 4 amazing days together, just two of us no one could bother us unless they want me to punch them in the face. I went to lovely places which has become nothing but a history. Places I love the most I could feel him any time. The best place is my haus of course. He used to sleep right next to my door and every time I wake up I can see that very beautiful face I can touch and kiss it gently and softly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until the day has come, he had to go back to his hometown where I miss the most too. I am beyond grateful to have this amazing lad as mine. I hope this can last forever, it has to! I love him more than anything in my whole life. Note that! Or I'll put your name in my Deathnote if you dare to touch him. Cos he is all mine. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But to be with him 4 days was the best moment in my life, at least for recent holiday hehehe. But to be with him (again) berapa lama pun itu, it will never be enough!! For me, for us :') cos I always want to be with him. And as Ashton Kutcher quoted on Valentine's Day: &lt;b&gt;On Valentine's Day, you don't think. You do. &lt;/b&gt;Isn't that sweet? I promise I'd do the same too haha. Is it still a surprise? Hm, it might be. Radda radda ru, my deer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, excuse my grammar. I am now chatting with this lovely lad on MSN while waiting for me to hit Uni soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss Jakarta already. I miss mum, dad, the little sister, my puppies, the old dog, mates and of course, Deo. Hope to graduate soon the end of this year so I will be able to be with my loved ones every day without thinking of any of Perth stuff and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eywa ngahu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: I love you, Deo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2509117882373768165?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2509117882373768165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/02/dazed-and-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2509117882373768165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2509117882373768165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/02/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and Confused'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6945286830102749648</id><published>2010-02-11T01:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:57:52.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's only so many songs that,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can sing to pass the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I have is this picture in a frame,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that I hold close to see your face every day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now the minutes feel like hours and,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the hours feel like days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With you is where I'd rather be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's so hard it's so far.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This long distance is killing me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brandy - Long Distance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm counting 10 days left to hell and I haven't got any chances to meet the bhoy for the last time (at least) in Jakarta. It's gonna be tough, you know, it is not that possible for him to come and visit me in Perth. So yeah, 4 months won't be that long I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't have much things to say. I'm bored if only I could stay any longer here. &lt;b&gt;I love Deo&lt;/b&gt; yous don't want to know how much. But not tonight as I'm ruining the whole conversation on Skype. What a petulant child you are, Kish. I don't fukkin know what to say but to keep silent. Oh well, good night then.&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/741194657400296932-6945286830102749648?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6945286830102749648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-only-so-many-songs-that-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6945286830102749648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6945286830102749648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-only-so-many-songs-that-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-315605531775274689</id><published>2010-01-17T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:28:12.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Counting down 3 hours and a half until my birthday. Don't have to say much, really. I only wish you would be here giving me a happy birthday kiss :') oh shoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-315605531775274689?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/315605531775274689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/01/nineteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/315605531775274689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/315605531775274689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/01/nineteen.html' title='Nineteen.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-364491741885157357</id><published>2010-01-08T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:40:43.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur was heaven I can't even imagine that and I miss it. Thank God this lad of mine has been staying in Jakarta for 13 days to keep me accompany all day. We went back together on December 24th with 15 minutes difference of arrival time and he stayed over a night at my crib which was fantastic to start days ahead with him. We have been spending great times together with several ups and downs of course. I am very glad to have him as mine and to spend the rest of my life with him. However, the New Year Eve was not that perfect without his presence. He was sick after all, I couldn't agree more. I had no idea what to do but to have fun there with the family. I tried so hard to feel him to be by my side during the party until I finally saw those beautiful fireworks in the sky along with the wind that blows my hair. The best part is, he went to my house on the 1st Jan, 2010 to watch Sherlock Holmes. I twigged it was our a year and 5 months anniversary but I wouldn't bother myself to congratulate us cos it's just our beginning (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After sterling weeks with him, I shall survive. He's back to Kuala Lumpur this Sunday and can't extend it anymore cos his job has called him. There's still a month away for me to spend the money and go there again to meet him, but then I know it's gonna be hard. I have promised myself to get a part-time job where I (think) I break it. I almost forgot I am a student in Down Under, really. The only expectation is to see him with me again this year spending a month in Perth. I always feel him, I always have him in my heart, the bottom of my heart. He is all mine and I hope I am completely yours. I will take care of myself, I promise. *cross my heart*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is Friday which means I only have one day to spend with him, literally as his flight will be around 6PM on Sunday. I have no tears left to cry. I am way too excited to be able to be with him these fantastic weeks. I am glad to have this very considerate and amazing lad. I am sure there will be a time(s) where we can spend the rest of our lives together. I am in love with you. I love you loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-364491741885157357?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/364491741885157357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/01/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/364491741885157357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/364491741885157357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2010/01/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6966099175948345657</id><published>2009-12-02T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:30:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Indonesia for 3 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title tells you everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be going to Kuala Lumpur very soon to meet a bloke of mine, Deo. I will spend a week at his condo and thank God his mom's okay with it. I can't tell you everything here but I have splendid days with family and friends in Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still unsure when the result will come out but it's now available to enroll online. I don't know what should I take for my next semester's units but I really really hope everything's gonna be all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye then x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6966099175948345657?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6966099175948345657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-indonesia-for-3-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6966099175948345657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6966099175948345657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-indonesia-for-3-months.html' title='I&apos;m in Indonesia for 3 months!'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2005545718270848530</id><published>2009-11-20T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:32:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I no longer feel alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Inspired by Lily Allen's Who'd Have Known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't actually know what to write here since anything interest me no more. I can't even think of how to move on from one step to another as in, how to have a normal life? I have a glass of warm water to keep me company and an Ipod to cheer me up. I always hope it could be an easy way to help me reducing this red mood I'm having right now. Everything seems to stay in two colours, gray and black. I know I've been such a pain in the ass but it's actually personal. It has nothing to do with others, I &lt;b&gt;kept&lt;/b&gt; it myself. But before I move on, dudes, I live in peace now. Finally. Let it stay forever. I think I'm just too sensitive for everything, I make things up. I feel like everyone hates me but they pretend to be nice to me and that. I feel like I'm disliked by my friends and all who knows me. I don't even know why am I writing this now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, there's only one problem that has been disturbing me these days, I feel like dying. I feel like the world is about to come to an end where I haven't done such things to help other people. I haven't told anyone I live under someone's control. I am not alone. Do you even think my family and my boyfriend love me? I've unfortunately made them hate me, once, even twice perhaps? They feel stuffed, I stopped bothering them. How do you feel to be Nadya? It is somewhat horrible, you feel sick to be her, but she is okay. She is actually friendly, it's just, she's picky. She picks her own friends but she doesn't like picky people. She's more to be an anti-social and she lives in cyber-world, half of it, I suppose. She has lots of friends but she hasn't met them, yet and that's silly, for her. As if she can consider them as her friends, any longer. I know it's hard for you to understand my words, and I hope it's only me who can actually twig all of this shits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I should stop with all my online stuff. I feel horrible signing up and make &lt;b&gt;friends. &lt;/b&gt;I feel stupid I can kill myself. Even I &lt;b&gt;am &lt;/b&gt;now exaggerating  myself. I just haven't met them yet, that's all. And I just want my normal life back, that's all. And you know what, NEVER MIND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;Lily Allen - Chinese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;You can tell, can't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2005545718270848530?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2005545718270848530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-no-longer-feel-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2005545718270848530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2005545718270848530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-no-longer-feel-alone.html' title='I no longer feel alone.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8629509235472680928</id><published>2009-11-04T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:57:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am striving to be boring.</title><content type='html'>The title explains all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be much more productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to stop being such a bloody proscinator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to look at the bright side of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit myself that I am genius and logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be bloody independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to prioritise Uni and the future job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to control my ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be calm and wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to give more smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to be an introvert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to thank God for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I am a boring person. And still striving to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Happy Halloween, everyone? No? Too late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-8629509235472680928?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8629509235472680928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-striving-to-be-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8629509235472680928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8629509235472680928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-striving-to-be-boring.html' title='I am striving to be boring.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5529803561594326529</id><published>2009-10-26T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:38:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The air that I breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has been a very pathetic week for me as I have got 3 assignments due next week and the week after. Short to say, I am indeed distraught and zonked out. I am one of the human who is being picked by &lt;i&gt;someone &lt;/i&gt;to do this pathetic and useless job. As my semester break starts in about 30 days from now, my Uni has decided to give us extra works to be finished on time. The fact that I am taking 4 cultural units this semester, it is as a means of exploding my brain. It is not as easy as I thought cos (i) English is not my first language which means I have a problem with grammar and structure, (ii) I have a pretty much short-term memory which makes me think of something like a shit off a shavel yet also very much indeed easy for me to forget about it, (iii) I hate critical thinking, and (iv) As holiday is about to begin, my thought keeps bumping me with my hometown and all my friends there without thinking of any asshitmens. That's how I breathe in Perth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inhale, exhale. That words definitely give a strong point of my life these days. I have submitted all my assignments (not including those 3) and I thought I have given my best to the tutor so I would assume I will at least get Credit. But the fact is, as I received my overall blog score today, it is like "Hang on, I thought you liked my blog. Why C, then?", I twigged it was most probably because of my grammar. My history has been grand, nonetheless. I never thought I would get HD for my essay and I'm made up about that, I hope it will be easy for me to do the exam later then. If only I could choose, I would not take this bloody Sociology as my elective unit cos it is bloody hard and yous can tell. The current quiz had no correlation at all with the seminar topics so I was rather putting rubbish on that and submitted it to him very quickly. That's how I breathe in Perth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even thou C will be the final score for one of my unit my semester, I would still be very excited still. I do not fail and I will not. That's my goal to survive in Uni life. I am, however, so lucky to have my ma, da, sisters and my only and best lad in the world to support me at all times. The time is now showing 12.30AM which means there will be exactly 30 days remaining to yayness. I am such a bloody proscinator. I started this blog like an hour ago and I am even still working on it now. Ha. I have a reason why it was delayed thou. I was watching Skins the second generation in the living room with mate, seeing my lovely JJ (Jay-Jay) on telly. Too bad he's single. I thought it would be splendid if he started her relationship again with Emily, really. And Effy Stonem is my drug. I am not gay, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allright then. Hope you guys have a lovely Tuesday. Wish me luck for those 3 asshitments and I shall see you very soon in Jakarta, yeah? Abyssinia later some time, soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening: &lt;/b&gt;Seal - Kiss From A Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Bloody knackered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-5529803561594326529?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5529803561594326529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/10/air-that-i-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5529803561594326529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5529803561594326529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/10/air-that-i-breathe.html' title='The air that I breathe.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-305486647612064859</id><published>2009-10-17T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:31:36.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Of A Backstabber.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times when you can consider someone as a friend and when you can say them as your biggest enemy. Half of her attitude is actually fine, but then don't see the other half. If you had a friend like her, you better ask her to shut her mouth instead of letting her go with all her bloody bollocks. The point is, she is my housemate, to be honest. The only reason why I put that obvious clue is because I do-bloody-not care, at all. Why should I treat her as my housemate if she, herself, is a fuckin backstabber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story started in the middle of this year when I realised she was telling all the shits from that bloody trash can (read: her mouth). It was all a total slander and I feel sorry for her, really. Talking about people's life is not my cup of tea, even so, I'd rather say something related to me instead of telling in *details* about something which is not your bloody business at all. Ya mum, bitch. I have never had a friend like this in my life. Fuck, wank, bugger, shitting arse head and hole! I'm pretty much knackered with all those bollocks she said about me and other *victim*, really. I mean, grow up, sweetie. You talk about someone who is actually your friend who knows your other friend and your other friend knows your friend. Let me take an example. A question first, right? Have your parent ever taught you how to use your manner? Even though it is an accident, even children knows reading other's diary book is not appropriate at all. For example: &lt;blockquote&gt;Oh my Lord, why does everyone call me ugly? I envy her. I want to be like her. She's pretty. She's an angel, she's everything that every man's need.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then you *share* about what you just saw to someone else without even knowing whether she/he actually listens to you or not. I forgot to say, you tell it to someone else by exaggeration the actual story, sweetie. More to say, you want your listener to be on your fuckin side, don't you? How ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you don't like me, talk to me. Don't talk behind me. That's why I call you stupid, miss backstabber. I was actually glad to see you were replying my tweet that if someone's stupid then you should deal with it cos there is no cure for stupidity. Then you said something about shallow which made me think, oh wait a sec, you *are* actually one of the shallow people. I dont think you have enemies, but I know you are intensely disliked by your friends. Including me. Sometimes, I bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's say. You don't like me cos you think I'm a hypocrite type of person. You may say that but LOOK AT THAT GODDAMN MIRROR, you stubby little slut! Who the devil do you think you are ha? God of smart people? I love mocking at people, I don't believe in fuckin karma and I don't care if you don't like that. Hey, how am I supposed to do? Cry and beg you not to hate me and promise not to be like that? Fuck Sake. Say that to your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really gutted about all the things you did, actually. And I can't bloody treat you as my housemate. Let's say, frenemy? Yes. You tell small unimportant things to your other friend about your friend. How many victims, my dear? Count that. You won't see any tears pouring down really, I shall see your blood coming out from everywhere in your face. Later, I promise. If I ever heard things like that, again. I would never ever talk to you. I'm bloody off your trolley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else? Oh anyway, talking about you is actually fun. I laugh everytime I talk about you. But one thing you need to know, I tell facts, not fuckin bollocks like you. It's actually fine if you acted nice to me and friends, I would also treat you as a friend, which I'd rather not. Cos you're stupid, you're shallow. I fergot you're the smartest girl in the world. Ahah. Oh God, I think I really need to check my grammar and that before publishing this post, really. See? I'm desperate, I'm bladdered. In a slaggy kind of way. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait to finally have a chance to be far away from you in 41 days. No more backstabber, I suppose. At least for 3 months, right? Oh no please don't disturb me. You've seen my boyfriend more thn enough while he was here, eh? Like, you told your, oops, *our* friend, which I was hating *our* friend for making love in MY room. Hahaha oh my God that's so funny I forgot to laugh excluding that first "hahaha". That's my room, bitch. I have the rights to get mad at someone who's using it for something innapropriate. Let me ask you this: What if, which I don't think it would happen really, your boyfriend came here? Would you let him stay at a hotel? Come on, for a month? I thought you're mature enough to think about that. Of course! See, you got the answer. He'd be sleeping with you. D'oh! I need a cure for stupidity, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are such a bloody jar. Oh  I know you would say like "What the hell? She does the same thing like me! She talks about our friends!" and bla bla bla bla. Yeah right. It's not negative and it's not bollocks like you, still. I'm not that stupid. Haha. And please, if it's something not related to you, put a sock in it. They don't need details. K? K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bugger off. Whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;Anberlin - Feel Good Drag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Being backstabbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-305486647612064859?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/305486647612064859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-backstabber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/305486647612064859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/305486647612064859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-backstabber.html' title='The Life Of A Backstabber.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8799183447544548045</id><published>2009-10-03T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:29:14.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is over now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear you all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've gone to see lots of candies in heaven. Good bye forever. Nadya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S: I hate to know this is Saturday. I got an e-mail from my lecturer telling all the students to submit our blog on Sunday before 6PM and I haven't got a chance to read it all through. Well I've read half of it but it doesn't mean I'm ready to start doing it now. I'm just gonna read it again tomorrow then finish it all. Blimey, I hate Uni. Who doesn't? We lots want to skip Uni and just graduate already, I don't know why I took this major but all I know is it's all bloody boring. I mean, I probably gonna try WWF as my first trial. Helping all the animals and that would be my pleasure, really. Put that on the list then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally met my cousin on Wednesday and got my Cheetos finally. They took some of it but I couldn't anything so yeah. We met up in City and hung out about at the Park waiting for my mate to come and join us but she apparently had to meet her mate so we decided to leave. Instead of taking me home, I joined them to my mate's house to chill and that. We on about stuff spontaneously and we ended up having our late dinner in China Town. I was supposed to meet them again this night but I thought they would go to Perth Royal Show so I stayed and wait for them to come to my gaff, they apparently not. It was a great time with them, nonetheless. Credit to Leo, Shari, Osmar, Astrid, Mika and all. Deo no exception (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just submitted my Sociology essay to my lecturer, AGAIN. It was definitely because of my grammar and essay structure. I suck. I've been trying my very best to learn English and speak it fluently but it's just hard. I think one factor is cos I hang out with Indonesians instead of natives so it takes me into a very low level of English here. At least I can understand them, oh well. But the thing is, I hate to see the fact that lots of my friends speak English really good but some of them not. The way they use the words, phrases, and indeed correct grammar, I just hate them. I read novels, well, sometimes. English novels, but once I got that one then I started to read it &amp;amp; focused on that, I was like "What the devil is this?", I should turn pages to pages of my bloody dictionary just to find the definition of one word to understand the whole sentence, really. I mean, I'm in Australia, come on. No one would understand me talking in Bahasa, that's why I'm learning now. And I don't think this girl appreciate me, I mean yes she does but she doesn't respect my hard work. I've been swotting like a bloody twat to get good marks on my bloody assignments, and tada! Well yeah, I hope I'll graduate soon. Oh well, we shall see (: Again, good bye forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.P.S: I hate having family on social networking site. You might find out what that is. I also hate writing all what's on my mind but then someone respond you negatively. You may put a sock in it, prick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's a bonus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SsZGRolmpuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uSbS2lYHJyY/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SsZGRolmpuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uSbS2lYHJyY/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388071272962238178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;Paramore's new album Brand New Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Distraught &amp;amp; cheesed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-8799183447544548045?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8799183447544548045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-over-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8799183447544548045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8799183447544548045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-over-now.html' title='It is over now.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SsZGRolmpuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uSbS2lYHJyY/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3818286387743623635</id><published>2009-09-28T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:07:25.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SunBloodyDay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those who doesn't know if Perth actually got a spectacular event once a year, here you should probably go to this event called &lt;b&gt;Perth Royal Show &lt;/b&gt;and it has been held since Saturday until next Sunday. It is a bit pricey for students like us, or a student like me, adults are charged for $24 instead of $20. Let me give you a flashback a bit :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rise and shine! I woke up and 8, went straight to the shower and that then found out one of my mates was still laying in bed, telling me she's not going with us because she has plenty of assignments due next week. Then my room-mate got to the loo and I was getting bored so I played her iMac. Yes I noticed that stuff is bloody cool. Even  I look much cuter using the camera. I took lots of pics and here's one of those..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-aNBt7QII/AAAAAAAAAUU/jlEC_ifbepk/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.17+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-aNBt7QII/AAAAAAAAAUU/jlEC_ifbepk/s400/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.17+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193227948441730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes that picture was taken by her iMac. I know I know I look much better haha blame the camera but seriously, I'm not that bad. At least it's NOT that fake, really. Excuse my pose, I got no other pose so yeah. Then we talked a lot about movie and stuff. I thought it was still 9 but then it's 10 already so we were all set and off to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We lots took pictures whilst waiting for the bus and those will be posted soon hey :) So I had a plan of wearing my Spongebob shirt, then covered by a hoodie, a stocking and shorts, and socks and shoes but then my mate said it was going to be hot so I changed it to a black shirt and shorts. I didn't forget to bring my jumper too, in case it was going to be cold since it's still Winter. Hey it's supposed to be Spring really! I couldn't describe how did I feel when I was there. It was just a blast! I got this and that and all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best thing was the fireworks. I felt like Beng was there and I smiled a lot, wondering if we could see fireworks together really soon. Uh oh, I'm so cheesy okay stop it already. I tried Sky Walker once and it was horrible. I would never, never, never, in my life, ever try that one again seriously. I couldn't even open my eyes, seeing all the things from above was just the most horrible thing in my whole life. I mean, I wasn't wearing my eyeglasses and that's what makes it dizzy. I tried so hard to open that, just wanted to make sure if everything was allright cos we were STUCK. I thought it was part of the plan to put us at the top of the thing and we were all directly seeing the sun for Fuck's sake. Someone lost his left shoe, haha what a bloody idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went home straight once the fireworks finish. We lots were all zonked out really. Gosh it was&lt;b&gt; tiring &lt;/b&gt;with bold cos it really &lt;b&gt;was. &lt;/b&gt;I still feel my legs are numb, my head is dizzy and I can't see the screen clearly yet I can't sleep a wink. It just seems like the eyes won't shut so I'm still here staying like a little donkey doing nada. Probably gonna wait for Beng to finish his practice till 2am, not sure if I can handle this. I'm friggin tired. Oh bonne nuit then hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTOS :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oO1OyqfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2Eggl4BndBM/s1600-h/f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oO1OyqfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2Eggl4BndBM/s320/f.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386208652119157234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bloody disaster. I almost puked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oOT67K_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_7Nz7huYQAg/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oOT67K_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_7Nz7huYQAg/s320/e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386208643177458674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; a terrorist from Zimbabwe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oNz-bxTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/T3pokiW4Eww/s1600-h/d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oNz-bxTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/T3pokiW4Eww/s320/d.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386208634602243378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hi kid. Oh you knew it. Gotcha then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oNlNIheI/AAAAAAAAAUk/WsdUyyrkYzY/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oNlNIheI/AAAAAAAAAUk/WsdUyyrkYzY/s320/b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386208630637364706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Loving the sun in the morning :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oM-xSoXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aW_b6ZLadaw/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-oM-xSoXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aW_b6ZLadaw/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386208620320039282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WE'RE READY FOR OUR HEAVEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-ozlqlktI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kKPalNn5Rb4/s1600-h/g.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-ozlqlktI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kKPalNn5Rb4/s320/g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386209283595932370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 177px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh.. That could be perfect if only Beng was there. See how beautiful it is hey :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: &lt;/b&gt;Blink 182 - I Miss You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Knackered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3818286387743623635?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3818286387743623635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunbloodyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3818286387743623635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3818286387743623635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunbloodyday.html' title='SunBloodyDay.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sr-aNBt7QII/AAAAAAAAAUU/jlEC_ifbepk/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.17+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7448232329250913806</id><published>2009-09-27T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:20:27.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just not that easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blimey, it took me about an hour to change the layout of my blogspot and look at this now. Tada! Thank you to the designer, I owe you big time. I hate playing with codes and that, and I was about to change all the colours, the pics and the fonts but then I was like "No way, this is all good just need to play with MY codes!", then I put this and that I googled how to put a Twitter widget on this shit and when I tried to put the codes in it, it went fucked up so I was all panic. But thank God again I did a great job, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's pretty much boring yet my boyfriend really knows how to make a curve up in my mouth. Yes, it was in the morning when we Skyped and we didn't notice it's already 5PM and he had to go out to grab a lunch. I went out then watch the telly and found out a movie called Mrs. Doubtfire was on. It was a hilarious movie, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I have a very boring life. I really got nothing to write about for now so I'm just gonna off of Blogspot then laze about in bed cuddling my duvet and dream of something "precious", you may call. The only reason why I'm gonna slumber early tonight is cos tomorrow is Perth Royal Show day! Yes I am ordered by my mate to wake up early like at 8 then take a shower, dress up and all then jump to the bus and move to the train and there we go.. Show Underground. Wingdings mate! I can't wait for tomorrow really. Geez, a theme park? It's gonna be a heaven! If only my boyfriend could be here, I swear it would be a perfect day. Oh well, bonne nuit hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you're all doing great x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;3Oh!3 feat. Katy Perry - Starstrukk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Excited :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7448232329250913806?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7448232329250913806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-just-not-that-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7448232329250913806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7448232329250913806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-just-not-that-easy.html' title='It was just not that easy.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-877432034459642639</id><published>2009-09-15T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:53:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here goes the owner of the blog again after having a hibernate session for almost 2 months, I suppose? I got a couple things to say about how it feels living in a strange place (for me) good for three people inside including me -- so the two others are my roommates. My room is neither big nor small, it is comfortable for one person with a single bed and a pretty large desk to study and put unimportant stuff like perfumes, books, dictionaries, cds, candies and all. I have a black bookcase at the corner, bought that with Deo last time after his visit. Overall, it's well decorated (at least for me) yet a bit messy but I like it, really. There's only one thing I hate living in Perth, Australia. I bloody hate the environment. I hate most of the people here and I never know how to start a conversation, to be the worst part. They make things as a big deal, they "re-create" stories, they talk about someone behind that someone. This is very typical I know. I'm not being a hypocrite here, I love talking about other people when there's something interesting about them OR I bloody hate them, indeed. I hate the fact that only 5% of them are friendly, as in really friendly to me. I hate the fact that they consider me as a 18 year-old girl who doesn't know how to deal with something. I hate the fact when they actually ask for my advice but end up by saying "that's not true!", what's the point of that mister/madame? Am I that stupid? Do you think I'm childish? I wonder if that holds true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even if they (apparently) hear me talking about them, it doesn't mean I hate them. It is me, who loves complaining at every single thing to someone I trust the most. I would never never never ever be friend with someone I hate, except the fact that she doesn't know I hate her so I can't do anything but stay calm whenever we meet. Why would you keep it yourself if you hate someone or temporarily don't wanna talk to them? Tell them what's wrong. Tell them that you heard something. I wonder if that really happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, I hate to be in here and I miss my old friends. They're a bloody good hang and I bloody need them back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-877432034459642639?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/877432034459642639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/877432034459642639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/877432034459642639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8713941598050946213</id><published>2009-08-07T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:06:24.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to suck it right       &amp;&amp; hws.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this might sound ridiculous for some people especially minor, but you lots really need to see how fed up I was when seeing those bloody fags smoke a cig. I used to be a freak smoker since I was 14 (sorry for showing off a bit), and I was addicted to it. These days, yes these days, I saw weird things happen to those faggots. So this was a friend of mine back in my hometown, we were hanging out on Saturday night and she asked me to drop her at Circle K to get a pack of cig. I kept asking myself cos I never knew she smokes until then. She had her dunhill menthol lights and so on so forth. The point is, she was not even smoking! She wanted to show everyone that she smokes like the others but you failed, sweetheart. She had like 4 sticks of it in not more than an hour and nobody actually paid attention to it. I was utterly curious, I asked her a simple can-be-answered-really-fast question of why would she smoke 4 cigs without even sucking it onto your throat and throw it all out again? Then she was just smiling at me then continue chatting with them. I mean, asdf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second time I saw a Chinese girl at my college, sitting with legs over the chair. Also, fail! Last time was my sister's ex, he was seriously an idiot. He wanted to have one in my living room but he was scared cos I was there watching Whose Line Is It Anyways. I pulled her out and let him begin to have fun with his cig. Again, oh please it was a failure! I asked him to suck it right but he dodged. I was like, yeah how much did you spend for this stupid cig little boy? Oh and my cousin. She said she smokes anything but not menthol and when I gave her the cig I was like asdfghjkl! Can you just tell me you actually CANNOT do that? I mean, I'm just saying. I'm not an expert but I pretty much understand how to suck it right. I assume it is because of the intercourse, the environment and all as the major factor. This is why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, it really is hard to quit. If you smoke, do not stop but if you do not, then do not start. That's what I heard before my "grandpa" died. He died cos of a lung cancer which made me think of what will I be in the future if keep smoking? Well, so far I have been doing grant so I might stay this way. Umm, but occasionally, I might have one too but no but yeah but no but yeah but no but yeah but NO. Ta :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hws. Oh yes, I will talk about it later. I cannot see the screen clearly as I am bloody sleepy. I wanted to Skype thou but oh well. I love you, right now, to bits. By the way, do you find Facebook pretty much boring right now? I do. Oh, youtube too. Or it is just my VERYSLOWWW connection I have since I am using a silly usb broadband once I arrived in Perth, at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheerio, and I am deadly drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. I'm Susan and I'm a prostitute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-8713941598050946213?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8713941598050946213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-suck-it-right-hws.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8713941598050946213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8713941598050946213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-suck-it-right-hws.html' title='How to suck it right       &amp;&amp; hws.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4684280931774628529</id><published>2009-08-06T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:09:41.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's why I love England.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SnrkoeMBtKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Xn2Or7c2Dco/s1600-h/AHJSGWFHAGS!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SnrkoeMBtKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Xn2Or7c2Dco/s400/AHJSGWFHAGS!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366853289914774690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's the only reason why I love England.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Left: Hugh Dancy, Rupert Grint, Joshua Vibestation, Tom Milsom)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being a British is more than awesome. You can tell why :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been learning how to learn key phrases in British English, but still, harder than I thought before despite the fact that I'm a stupid Asian with this "red" medium hair, wasted in Perth for education's sake. I should have learned Australian instead of British English but who cares ay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could live in England. Move to England very soon JIGGA! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh wait. Did I just say England? Don't you think Vienna is much better? Nyah. We'll see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipping England. I love you, Deo. You always know how to make my day better. Thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off continue reading the chapter for next week. Cultural Matrix &amp;amp; History drives me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safe x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mood: letsgotoengland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Listening to: Miley Cyrus - Hoedown Throwdown&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/741194657400296932-4684280931774628529?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4684280931774628529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-why-i-love-england.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4684280931774628529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4684280931774628529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-why-i-love-england.html' title='Here&apos;s why I love England.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SnrkoeMBtKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Xn2Or7c2Dco/s72-c/AHJSGWFHAGS!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-993731950799633289</id><published>2009-08-03T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:24:56.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between The Departure and The Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I am back to reality. Perth, to be specific. I am gonna share my day starts from the departure day and my first day in Perth. I felt both happy and sad at the same time, honest to say more to sad since I had been spending my days in my hometown for 2 months and got everything there with all the relatives, friends and all. I cannot hide the sadness since two weeks before the departure, all the days where me and mom should buy things to be brought to Perth, and how mom told me to be strong here, I told it is gonna just fine, I will stay for good in just one year left. Still, I want them to be with me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diande Tunissar Azano, yes who else but the best lover ever in the universe. He has/been helped/helping me through everything, good and bad things. It is just, I cannot even describe him in any ways. Physically, he really is cute and he got every girls want in him. But overall, he is just perfect. So, if you do not mind to bugger off of him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Departure Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could not sleep really well, then I decided to wake up at 7 then went downstairs to see if mom was still in her room. Yes she was still there doing her morning exercise while watching some news on telly. I gave her a bear hug and told her I am gonna miss you guys as hell. She asked me to pack all things but I refused her so I stayed in her room. I went to the living room and watch the telly. How unbelieveable to know Doraemon was still on right there with a new season I guess, since it has been ages. Dad joined and we watched 101 Dalmatians together. Mom went out and told me for the second time to pack all the bags and get everything ready so we would not waste any second. Time went by, I was a bit ready to pack now so she helped me with it. We finished packing and she asked me to grab a lunch. I thought of what about if she feed me it would be really great. I ate like a monkey cos it was delectable. I love my mom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the time showed up 4PM which means I should be prepared in an hour to go to the airport. I cried so bad, my cousins were there to say goodbye. I have promised them to be here again December and they sound really happy. I kissed Boomer and ask him to take a good care of himself not to have a sex with any strangers (read: female dog) and he barked many times cos I waved goodbye at him. I just knew nobody would play with him as often as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the airport, I checked-in with Ratih. I felt better to know I was going with her on the same flight. My flight would be boarding at 7.55 but they announced us to be in the waiting room 30 mins before. Pain in the ass, I can hardly breathe. I kissed mom so many times and told her I love her. Thalia was crying too, I could not stand that as we had so much fun together. I wiped her tears then I went inside, then wave goodbye for the last time. I called her once I sit in the waiting room that my flight would be in 15 mins. Thank God Deo was there to accompany me so I could feel much much better than before. He calm me down and I smiled. I love you, honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched Hannah Montana The Movie on the plane, I cried again cos it told us about how important a family is for you and all. And good to know, for the first time I slept on the plane like, seriously a good sleep! I arrived at 1.15AM local time. Jeshua, Fint and Ines picked us up and they dropped me home. I was so happy to finally meet Renda, especially my lovely roommate, Astrid Haryanti. I missed her!!! I gave her a big hug, she was already asleep so I did not bother her that much. I let her sleep. Then I buckle up all the things and called Deo to calm me down again. I finally slept at 4 haha. We had a really fun conversation on the phone, important to know, &lt;b&gt;no delay at all. &lt;/b&gt;Great huh? :D Once again, I thank Deo for everything. At least I had a good sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;03/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 10, getting ready for my first day of my second semester. I was layte. However, I love the class, I love the people but I hate the presentation for God's sake. Nothing to tell anymore about uni. Still sucks, ahaha :) then I am a bit lazy to continue but overall, Perth is boring. Seriously, like I mean it. I mean my words of my laziness to continue telling my story about my daily life in Perth. So goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot wait for KL even it is still far way to go, ahaha. I will be back again to my hometown on the 12th of December, I hope so. I will be back to the travel agent tomorrow to confirm the ticket which probably will be a one way flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am now chatting with Deo right now on Yahoo Messenger, the &lt;b&gt;alay &lt;/b&gt;version of MSN since his MSN does not work on his Acep. So bye now again. Hope you're all doing good. Again to say, I love you Deo, mom, dad, Thalia, and Boomer. Thank you, so much for everything. I had so much fun there in Jakarta :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Latest Photo with Deo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SnbW0LMNAVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dxmDmO7Tw3M/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365712197904040274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-993731950799633289?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/993731950799633289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/08/between-departure-and-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/993731950799633289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/993731950799633289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/08/between-departure-and-day.html' title='Between The Departure and The Day.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SnbW0LMNAVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dxmDmO7Tw3M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7055772472991416014</id><published>2009-07-30T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:16:05.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Rock The Beach/Bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in a serious bad mood and decided to change the layout of the blog. I can see the new layout is much more fucked up than the last one, this is the very standard and simple template I saw on the web. I deleted half of the friend list of mine and I definitely do not know why the side bar came up like that (as you see between the profile picture and the links on the right side). I did undo and redo every single thing to make it perfect but I gave up. And that's why I am publishing this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of bad mood, it has been more than a week thinking of how to stay in Jakarta a little bit longer. I am going back to Perth on the 2nd of August which means 3 days from now, I mean what the buck! My roommate got me pretty stressed out last night, she told me everything about the assignments and how she would handle it. We are not a very discipline student, as you can see and tell. I am sorry to tell but no, I will not find a job because my boyfriend does not allow me to. Well, with no specific reason why albeit I told him I will spend the wage(s) for KL. Yes it is pretty much selfish himself as I have another responsibilities to be accomplished which is to get mother's 700AUD back as soon as possible. Anyway, I have 4 units for this semester. The core unit is called Cultural Matrix, my first impression seing the unit title was I knew this subject would be complex with all the critical analysis and all, I do not want to make my parents dissapointed with this so I have been emailing my lecturer to tell me all the updates about the unit for the first week (started from this week). The rest are Media and Nation, Suburbs and Community, and last but not least Australian History. Down 10, people. I would really appreciate if you guys wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twitter, twitter, twitter. Yes everybody is addicted to twitter, aren't they? To be honest, I wanted to create one. A couple of weeks ago, one of my friends promoted Twitter to me and said "This is the best web eva! Facebook is so old school baby!", I was like yeah so she wants me to own one. I ended up by downloading two applications for my phone called 'Tweetdeck' and 'Twitterrific' but then I found out Twitteriffic was much better than Tweetdeck, I can even see celebrity's updates without having an account. Since then, I bookmarked Katy Perry, Miley Cyrus, Tom Milsom, and Selena Gomez so whenever they update their status, they will send me a notification. Oh ps, I do not have one so do not ask me to follow you. I mean, what is the purpose of telling everyone what are you doing right now? Where are you going and so on so forth. It just does not seem to be very important to be told on the web, to everyone, well specifically, to those who follows/is being followed. I have a BUT, but! If you forced me to, I will try one thou. I mean, it is not as gay as I thought. Heheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Seaworld, Ancol, Jakarta, Indonesia today. It was me, my little sister, my cousin, and my mom waking up bloody early just to dive at Seaworld's big aquarium. Once we arrived, we immediately jumped upstairs, changed to our wetsuit, assambled the equipment then TADAAA! We're in there with the sharks, stinkrays, and the other weird yet cute sea species. It was supposed to be an hour fun dive but we had a super fun dive so we decided to continue for 15 minutes but it was actually 2 hours already ahaha! I kissed the sleeping yellow turtle :) too many fun things to describe at Seaworld, you just need to wait for the pics to be uploaded very soon on Facebook, lads. I did not see Orcas, thou :'( By the way, fuck that silly cow clown. Go to hell. EUW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Want to watch Family Guy Season 7 I bought a month ago, it is time to continue the second episode. I love you, Stewie Griffin. Oh and, I love you more boyfriend JIGGA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Latest photo..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SnHG5ar3zCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/k8rp3YPxCGs/s320/Image308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364287320893148194" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/741194657400296932-7055772472991416014?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7055772472991416014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-will-rock-beachbitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7055772472991416014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7055772472991416014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-will-rock-beachbitch.html' title='We Will Rock The Beach/Bitch.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SnHG5ar3zCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/k8rp3YPxCGs/s72-c/Image308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6763043969369482355</id><published>2009-07-17T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:13:44.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday sucks big time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweet nibblets! It's been more than a week. I'm alive, right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not dead yet, as people kept themselves busy with MJ's rumours. Some media said he's dead 20 years ago. He must be very dissapointed by now. Poor MJ. God bless you, legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To keep it short, I am half dead for 12 hours knowing my boyfriend was going back today. So the story started from the surprise in the morning. Finally, honey, right. Thank you, thank you so much for the FINALLY surprise. I swear I was sleepy as hell, couldn't even open my eyes to answer the phone so I ended up asking "Where are you?" and "Oh okay. Bye!" instead of "Don't lie to me again. Tell me where the heck are you?". The first 2 times of surprises, he didn't make it cos I knew he was lying yet I really really really appreciate his willingness to surprise me. And we noticed today was our last day. I didn't want to cry cos that would make things even worse. We love our long-distance relationship, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met his cousins &lt;b&gt;Enmoda &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Enmoia, &lt;/b&gt;furrrrrigin cute how I love them to the max. We went to the airport to meet Deo, Dnov and Dolar for the last time at the moment and got heaps of picture of Enmoia herself. She loves camera so much, and she also did candids of Deo. She forced me to upload all the pics really soon on Facebook. Yes gorgeous, I will :) It's really nice meeting you guys &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, 17 days spent together with Deo and brothers were famazing. Heaven. The car, my house, Kelapa Gading Mall (awkward), Michael Jackson (?), diving course, Eastern Promise, Bekasi, PRJ, Bowling, Boomer, and everything I can't even describe it all. I hate it we didn't have much time to accomplish our Deathnote plan but we had great times, thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So our next meeting point will be in Jakarta again, probably. At the end of 2009, our summer holiday. My next class will be started in February 2010. I know it's still 5 months from now but time flies really fast right? Fasting month for exception, ha ha. I will work really hard to see you before December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you, always forever. Thank you very much for everything you gave me. It was a blast, a total pleasure spending the days with you. I couldn't even miss a second just to see your face and hold you tight. I'm sorry for what I've done to you. Lovers' quarrel. We're gonna meet very soon, don't know where. My holiday is now almost nothing without you. Well, family comes first :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, hello Skype! I know you miss me so much aw don't cha? Welcome home, amazing. Take care and good luck with all your gigs. 500IDR is pretty expensive for international sms hey. But anything for you, baby lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you're doing well and stay mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: My sister is.... talking to herself 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6763043969369482355?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6763043969369482355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-sucks-big-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6763043969369482355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6763043969369482355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-sucks-big-time.html' title='Thursday sucks big time!'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1340246312026991049</id><published>2009-06-30T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:14:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend Day.</title><content type='html'>13 days? =\ Well, yeay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1340246312026991049?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1340246312026991049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/boyfriend-is-here-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1340246312026991049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1340246312026991049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/boyfriend-is-here-for.html' title='Boyfriend Day.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4122166312285601466</id><published>2009-06-22T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:21:41.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishes in the sea, my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SkDvt7SytyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mc700hmMIag/s1600-h/suicide_by_beto7605.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SkDvt7SytyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mc700hmMIag/s400/suicide_by_beto7605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539929605814050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Do you know what bored is? Yes it is. You might say some people would like to do that. Suicide. Like what I am thinking now, but that's exactly a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;short term, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;do you know why? I have no specific reason why actually, but that's just stupid, that's what typical emo teenagers usually do. It is 10.10PM here, all I am doing is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;watching telly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;yayyyyy! What else besides this stupid drama? I wanna go out. Do you guys have any recommendation? Come on. Live with it? Fuck I'm having my holiday, I thought I could be in heaven again, apart from my family and my boyfriend. I give my all to them =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You know what? I think I lost my friends. I feel like they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; seldom ask me out, I always be the one who ask them out, or even yes I don't wanna go with them cos they're weird. I heard a quote says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;They will call your name if they need you. Otherwise, don't expect them too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Well, I must admit that's right. I feel it sometimes. Even I feel it just now. That's one of the reasons why I'm bored, I guess. I'm just saying. That's a general thing to share, right? I know this is not important, but I've been squandering my time on facebook just to approve all my friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;well I know them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;do nothing but to approve them, that's all. Aaaaanyways, are you PROUD of yourself having more than 3,000 friends on your page hey? You don't even know them, faggots. See yourself in the mirror, you think you're popular? Dude, when you die, those evils don't care you're popular. You're not even a celebrity, well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;wannabe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;That's not even a thing to be proud of. Fuck your grandma. Wait, I'm not fuckin jealous but I'd love to see you cutting yourself. Feel the agony. Oh well. Out of topic but oh well. Sigh.... What a life, I won't call your name till you call mine then. Bye, lads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;PS: Oh and give me one reason whyyyyy you guys join Twitter these days? Trend?! Fuck. Off. You are so emo. Gay! What's so wow updating your status every single minute hey? Get a life. Oh, and fuck your Blackberry. Thankyou.&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/741194657400296932-4122166312285601466?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4122166312285601466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishes-in-sea-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4122166312285601466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4122166312285601466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishes-in-sea-my-love.html' title='Fishes in the sea, my love.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SkDvt7SytyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mc700hmMIag/s72-c/suicide_by_beto7605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3850804344721259175</id><published>2009-06-19T02:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:14:50.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bloody fucked up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Please let me be in heaven even for 7 minutes... I hate this life and that is so gay. FUCK THIS! I don't wanna talk. Will not even say a word, AT ALL. Don't go near me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OSHURKAJKJAKJAKJKQPPAOELK!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3850804344721259175?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3850804344721259175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-bloody-fucked-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3850804344721259175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3850804344721259175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-bloody-fucked-up.html' title='I am bloody fucked up!'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4226975781003379994</id><published>2009-06-14T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:21:54.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"What makes it hard just to see, hug and kiss your lover like THIS close? They won't ever understand how much I miss him. Great. I've ruined everything. Thank you, God. You've made it (even) perfect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4226975781003379994?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4226975781003379994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4226975781003379994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4226975781003379994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-to-hell.html' title='Road to hell.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-416542918458098609</id><published>2009-06-07T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:37:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is three?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes three is the third number after one and two and this is stupid coz my internet hasn't been working for 3 days and I'm using my friend's now what the deuce. I've been doing my preparation for final exams on Monday and Tuesday, then get ready for my next flight on Friday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BLAST! I'm not in the mood. Why thanks to Astrid for kindly borrowing her laptop to check my Facebook and sneaking out to my lovely blog, don't you miss me? :) You are so charitable, Astrid. I love you so much but I love my boyfriend more. Go drown yourself. Just kidding. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How deliciously evil looking! I'm so out of Stephen King. Hoping to get the newest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sims 3 &lt;/span&gt;for my lappie. I love you Daddy. Ahaha AWKWARD. Have a blast one and rag off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-416542918458098609?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/416542918458098609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/416542918458098609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/416542918458098609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-three.html' title='what is three?'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8848009251206184260</id><published>2009-06-02T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:14:14.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vinglish is damn cool.</title><content type='html'>I was starving and started to think what to eat today. I went to the market near my house and got 5 bucks in my pocket. No other alternative I ended up buying 5 fried noodles. I thought it would be better if I got the "one pack edition" but better not cos it's already expired. Walked to the cashier and our conversation turned like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: Hey I think you have expired noodles there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Her: Huh? It's 3.75, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: *give her the money* Your noodles you sell are expired already. You better check and throw it away before your customer notice and hate this store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Her: Noodles.. Expired. Here your fried noodles. You buy the noodles? You saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: GAH. Here, I noticed most of the noodles there *point out the shelf* are expired since last year and March 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Her: Ooooh yeah. The noodles ~!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+_)(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!~ stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: Hah? Never mind. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked out from the store and ate the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not expired &lt;/span&gt;noodle. Fuck Vietnamese. Don't hate me cos I'm racist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Studying :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently playing: &lt;/span&gt;Harvest Moon Back to Nature: Boy &amp;amp; Girl (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-8848009251206184260?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8848009251206184260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/vinglish-is-damn-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8848009251206184260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8848009251206184260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/06/vinglish-is-damn-cool.html' title='vinglish is damn cool.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6770764505922383459</id><published>2009-05-31T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:11:42.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i desperately need to fuck you, son of a bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I should've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hypocrites, backstabber &amp;amp; liar are the most perfect combination as a human being. I adore you for that, but I promise I'll throw you to hell if I had a chance to see your fake smile again. I don't need any of your help, bitch. Fuck your brother.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6770764505922383459?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6770764505922383459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-desperately-need-to-fuck-you-son-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6770764505922383459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6770764505922383459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-desperately-need-to-fuck-you-son-of.html' title='i desperately need to fuck you, son of a bitch!'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3137296108387711080</id><published>2009-05-28T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:49:09.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate...</title><content type='html'>1. People who loves Vienna! Grrr..&lt;div&gt;2. Cockroach. This is the most disgusting insect I've ever seen in my entire life. The back of their body, their wings, their face. It's just EUW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Clowns. Disney characters not included. They're the second most disgusting thing I've ever seen. I had this clown as the 'fun part' of my birthday when I was 4 and I fainted. They're ugly as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. People who likes what I like. That's obvious. I hate it when people likes The Devil Wears Prada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. People who tend to buy branded stuff like Guchi, Elvy, Bulgeriy, Berbewrie, etc etc. Why would you spend your money for that stuff? Think. Nobody cares. Well, except your community. Doh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Blackberrians. Trend. Fashion. Technology. Yes yes yes I've heard enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Chinese. Some Chinese basically. The main reason why I hate them is because of their language. The way they speak, oh please. You better stay away from the Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Chinese. All Chinese people who live in China. They eat cat and dog and all kind of animals. What? Culture. Yes fuck your culture and definitely, that's not the fuckin way. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet, &lt;/span&gt;I love Capital Punishment in your country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Chinese. Your pronunciation please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Chinese. You better watch your mouth, son. Not all un-Chinese doesn't understand Chinese. You seriously need a business doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Chinese. Plagiarism. I know I know that's much cheaper but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hellooooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Indian. I just hate them. No specific reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. When they actually know I'm wrong, they tend to seal their lips and be anti-social. I need a word, dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Vegetables. Euw. I love some but broccoli is ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. University. I dislike study. Most people said uni sucks, my uni is more than sucks indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Presentation. I don't like giving facts and opinions in front of crowded people in class. I don't like it when they actually ask me questions cos it will ruin everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Corruptor. What's wrong with you? Typical appearance. A mansion, yes. Are you scared when people debating of how fucked up (actually) are you, mr. scumbag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Hypocrites. No need a word. I'd rather slap you right in the face. I respect liars, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Alay. Fuck! Go away, poser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Yellow. They're tooooo shineh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Girls with more than 10 ex-boyfriend. Useless. What for? Have a sex then a break up? Indeed, girls. I love the way you convince yourself as "the most prettiest girl on earth"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. "Bloggers". I know I know Raditya Dika's books are all sold out. Yes it is a blog, a story about him.  The result was, more than 10 books in one shelf at this mall putting all the fucked up blogs with fuckin 'hilarious' stories. Aw my God I'm crying you're so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Julia Perez. Slut! You're not an angel, Julia. Please, convince it. I just feel sorry for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Skirts. It's seriously not comfortable at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. High heels. Life or death? I'll kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Perth. I feel safe here. A subject of how to be an independent girl. How to make yourself and your parents proud of you? How to learn the language, socialise with them? Well, I don't feel like it. At least I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. I don't hate it seriously but in this case yes, this is the most annoying thing I've ever had in my entire life. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My $717 phone bill on May-June. &lt;/span&gt;Are you kidding me? Yes. My roommate woke me up at 4.30AM telling me that my last phone bill was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$717 &lt;/span&gt;and I can barely breathe. This is my very first time having a phone bill more than $50. I was crying didn't know what to do except lying to mom and tell her again that I need extra for my next semester's books and rent payment. At least I'll spend the extra to pay this bill to my friend. I've turned off the phone and will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never EVER &lt;/span&gt;use it anymore. I seriously don't know how to appreciate money. I'm not a citizen here, my visa is still the under 18 visa which give me a result of "no working permit til you're 18". We spent 2 hours just to think of how should I tell my mom, how should I manage the money so she and I still can purchase our primary needs and decided to do a layaway plan. I couldn't sleep til I finally went out from her room and watch television. Manchester United vs Barcelona were still playing and yes Barca is the champion of 2009. How sad. I shut my eyes at 7.30AM and I couldn't get any comfortable position since I've been thinking of this. What have I done? :( This is seriously a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long enough. Too long. Gah :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray... and struggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray... and struggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home.&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/741194657400296932-3137296108387711080?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3137296108387711080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3137296108387711080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3137296108387711080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate.html' title='i hate...'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3246736790464638656</id><published>2009-05-23T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:46:25.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd rather die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShfJZdL2B2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wC_H-oFiT9A/s1600-h/diary3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShfJZdL2B2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wC_H-oFiT9A/s400/diary3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338957322439231330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tommilsom.com"&gt;TomMilsom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School kills. I have a problem of enrolling my second semester units. What the fuck. I went to see the course coordinator on Friday to helping me about this enrollment problem. Admittedly it turned out like crap. I was crying so loud. She stabbed my heart so deep and I couldn't do anything but try and pray. Sigh. Have no mood to do anything... I need Ice Chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FUCK. YOU. ECU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3246736790464638656?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3246736790464638656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-rather-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3246736790464638656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3246736790464638656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-rather-die.html' title='i&apos;d rather die.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShfJZdL2B2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wC_H-oFiT9A/s72-c/diary3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3706504658329589175</id><published>2009-05-21T17:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:21:36.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shame &amp; oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShUo77PSheI/AAAAAAAAASU/bE20cfvm7WU/s1600-h/Image269+copy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShUo77PSheI/AAAAAAAAASU/bE20cfvm7WU/s320/Image269+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338217943296804322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two thumbs up? Yes. Hmm, I look scary up there. My friend gave me &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bmth"&gt;Bring Me The Horizon&lt;/a&gt;'s shirt last week and he thought my body was like an anorexia girl yes I am anorexia. Unfortunately I should loose it out using my chair in my room which was taadaa! It worked. There you go I could wear it ha? My friends told me I look much better with very tight shirt like this. I decided to wear it three days in a row. Thanks to Ichsan and Jevon for coming to BMTH concert on the 11th of May and fuck you guys for taking pics with Matt. Just joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teenagers. Teenagers. Had my conversation with my little sister on Windows Live Messenger, telling me *cough* sorry.. that she is now having a monkey-relationship with his friend whom used to be her frenemy and place to share anything about love and stuff. Our conversation went really strange when she showed me the way her boyfriend wanted her to be his. Here is the snapshot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShUyPe6UVsI/AAAAAAAAASc/KWdjPKPbLtU/s320/thalia+ditembak1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338228174894683842" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry if it's not that clear. I belittled her conversation with her monkey-love coz it was really cheesy and egh :x But anyways, I'm happy to see those guys together. I should admit that sometimes I get embarrassed about discussing how my relationship went for the first time with my best friend when I was nearly 13 year-old. At least mine wasn't that cheesy like that but shamelessly vapid (?) Yes my sister is still.. wait a sec, she was born in 1996 which makes her 13 year-old this year. I didn't know if she looks much better than me. Some friends have issues about having pretty sister where the conversation went like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LadyGaga (LG): *turning page to page of my photo album* Hey, your sister looks much prettier than you. Is that a coincidence or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Hmm? What do you mean by coincidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LG: You're one of them. So you were born first because your mom didn't know if you looked like this right now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She felt sorry, so she told your dad to be much careful to change his position while having a sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so your younger sister is much better than you. But I know how you feel. Even sometimes people tend to guess that you're act.. Hmm wait a sec this chocolate is delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: You're actually.......????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LG: A foster child. *stuff all chocolate in to her mouth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LG: But don't worry it's just a myth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes whatever. That's the coolest statement I've ever heard about sex position. I feel lucky, thou. Don't need to study physics, biology and math anymore. Fuck you all and Rihanna is an idiot. I hope your relationship is okay and tell me if anything happen to you awright? Don't play too hard, sister. I love you but I love Joshua Third more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heard a year ago about Communitychannel a.k.a Natalie Tran, the Aussie YouTube instant celebrity, I was about to watch one of her last video 2 months ago, YouTube turned out like hell. Supposing to watch the video because I got bored, YouTube was apparently in maintenance mode. It was quite funny coz I forced the link to keep buffering and watch it like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShU84OIIuxI/AAAAAAAAASk/jqcNutd1x6w/s320/whatthe+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338239869880154898" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Err, yes that's weird. I closed the tab then open it again but it gave me the same result. It was because I wanted to watch it on High Quality video which has a good resolution but crap coz my internet is very slow -- require a really good internet connection. But oh well, you should watch her coz she's gorgeous and funny! Some people say she's annoying as is oh my goodness, BUGGER OFF. But no one can be much more annoying than these two people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShV4j9gNZbI/AAAAAAAAASs/6_ebLSnWrFI/s1600-h/PREEEEEEETT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShV4j9gNZbI/AAAAAAAAASs/6_ebLSnWrFI/s320/PREEEEEEETT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338305492518004146" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES. Fred and Jennifer Chung. Don't ask me why and don't get me wrong. It's just my opinion. At a glance, Fred is handsome but there's no he's cooler than &lt;a href="http://www.tommilsom.com/"&gt;Tom Milson&lt;/a&gt;. Jennifer Chung is really good at singing but I don't like the way she actually screams rather than sings. She force her voice to be like Christina Aguilera, I suppose? But apparently, she's more like Shrek stuck with his shit at the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I am very done with my assignment for fuck's sake. I should admit that it's all his work and I did not more than 10 sentences for conclusion and got tired looking for each references on the web. But yes, I feel so much alive. I've fone 5,443 words overall and it was really awesome. Tomorrow is the due date and thank you, thank you, take a bow to you. I'm sorry it's not supposed to be your work but yes I'm a bastard not a pervert. Now you're free to play your Playstation 3. Night at the Museum is waiting, by the way. And rival's waiting for Tekken 6 tournament at Innaloo Megaplex, Lili Rochefort versus Nina Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need shuteye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3706504658329589175?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3706504658329589175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/shame-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3706504658329589175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3706504658329589175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/shame-oh.html' title='shame &amp; oh.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ShUo77PSheI/AAAAAAAAASU/bE20cfvm7WU/s72-c/Image269+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-9064434168221049762</id><published>2009-05-17T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:26:43.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I (still) feel so sleepy, the fact that I skyped till 5AM last night and woke up at 3. I went to my friend's birthday party at her house for about 3 hours. Chill out, have a snack, play poker, then camera indeed. We watched X-Men: The Last Stand instead of gathering. Oh well, we can call it gathering thou. My friend got 2 presents and one of them are bra which is awkward :\ I just realised that she actually works for bra company and it is Playboy. Cool. Oh anyways, first thing I did when I came to my friend's party was the food. My expectation was it would be a barbecue party as she announced that on Facebook, and gonna be ice creams as our dessert. As I 'climbed over' her kitchen, I found chickens, nachos, and a sausages. I wonder if she's going to start the barbecue party. Anyway, I saw this guy standing behind me while I was busy cutting the chicken. Then he suddenly giggled and said "Hi. Why are you so black? Oh I know, it's called emo. Hahaha!" Yes? He's so desperate. D'oh. And for fuck's sake I'm not one of them. Just because I was wearing all-black doesn't mean I am emo. I have no other choice, hahaha. I feel so stupid cos they're pretty as! Oh well :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just woke up and the clock is now showing 1 pm. Yes, I gotta study which is terrible. My exam will be held tomorrow in the afternoon and I'm not motivated to study &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at all. &lt;/span&gt;I started to watch The Budget as my lecturer recommend us to watch, then all I know it was about how they actually should cope with it. And then there is this episode about Prime Minister, I didn't come to the tutor and it's gonna be in the exam. Fuck it, I'll ask them on Monday. Wish me luck, son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh by the way, rumor has said that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia will begin daylight-saving again &lt;/span&gt;starting from 16 May. However, it was the fourth time for the citizens to vote either they agree to daylight-saving or not. Most of them voted for no! Good idea coz I hate daylight-saving. What's the point of daylight-saving? If you think you want to go jogging after the class of work, then you can do it on the weekends. Are you the God? It's not supposed to be like this. I hope there's no more daylight-saving :) Eventhou somewhat I feel the time flies much faster. Hush! I vote for no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like having my lunch at Poppies. Getting some pasta, woohoo! Fetuccini carbonara. I noticed it's bacon but what can I say? I'm sorry dad, I love it, it tastes delicious. Oh, with Ice Chocolate, and extra chocolate. Gossip magazines, indeed. Envy me enough. w00t w00t!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook is boring. This too. Definitely, my life. Apart from my relationship. I need to buy all The Sims 2 once I'm home. Daddy, I need them. Seriously. Otherwise, I'll go home by midnight. Your choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Katy Perry - Thinking of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What am I doing: &lt;/span&gt;Scratching my hair :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-9064434168221049762?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/9064434168221049762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/definitely-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/9064434168221049762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/9064434168221049762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/definitely-maybe.html' title='Definitely maybe.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1760930579706461256</id><published>2009-05-14T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:12:27.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing in the name of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just finished my second last assignment within two nights and hand it in tomorrow after the class. It was about Slave Trade and Capitalism in England. Awful. It's actually not that hard apart from the word count. All I did was bullshit but hoping to get at least Credit. Printed that out in colour, feel so relieved. Even thou something keeps bumping my brain and my heart which I found it really annoyingly in a sense of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not fair. &lt;/span&gt;I didn't know if you think your boyfriend/girlfriend is the most important thing in your life, but if you think you want to go home early because you cannot stand the (pretty) long-distance relationship for four months, that is the most stupidest excuse I've ever heard sir. I'm not judging the relationship but in this matter, I don't think that's necessary. Ask me why? Yes because I envy you, idiot. The fact that I don't consider me and my boyfriend as a long-distance relationship lover, because 5 hours flight isn't that long compared to 12 hours flight for you people who own a lover out of Asia. I feel sorry for you guys who think that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jakarta-Jogja is a desperate LONG-DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP. &lt;/span&gt;Go to hell. Can you actually tell me what is your definition of long-distance? Coz if you think so, I'll kick you in the ass and I'll slap your face till you realise that you can meet your lover for more than 10 times in a month, allright? I think you better split up. It won't work for more than 2 years if you think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of going home early, yes, again, I'll be the only one in this desperate apartment for 2 days for fuck's sake. Why? Because 2 of my friends will be back on the 11th and 14th while me... I'll have my examination on the 15th of June which means there's no way I'm able to be back before 15, right? So my flight will be on the 16th. Sucks. Thinking of how to escape from Uni before the 11th, oh God is there someone out there who wants to be a volunteer? I need a better shelter. Probably I'll stay at my cousin's house for two days instead of killing myself in this unit thinking of what to eat, who's gonna be with me at night before sleep, turn on all the lights at night, open the linked door and so on so forth &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except &lt;/span&gt;my boyfriend... even I don't want him to take it as a burden, I can take care of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got a call from mom, telling me about the ticket. Yes, I'm confirmed with the 2nd of August. She wanted me to go back earlier because the class commences on the 27th of July, great. You can call me a lazy bastard. She told me to re-issue the ticket, change the date and ask how much it will cost you.. The answer is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, you may change the date of your flight and you need to pay for extra fee which is USD160", &lt;/span&gt;and I asked the receptionist back &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry?", "It's USD160 *think she smiles*", &lt;/span&gt;and it drives me insane, she stabbed my heart back and front. Are you killing meh? Thought my friend has confirmed for the 2nd of August, I booked my ticket last night and make sure again if she's not going to change the date. YES, she's changed it 2 hours ago (Y). I called the flight receptionist for the second time and it goes with the same answer. Yes again, I'll skip a week of uni even thou my heart said no, yesterday. Sigh. Story of my life :cry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tomorrow, probably will get the chance to have my presentation as my second last assignment before the Jazz Project which is due next week. I hope the research I'll be doing from next Monday will help, Deo will be the one who's going to do it albeit it's not his assignment. He's the sweetest boyfriend and he's mine so get your own. And no, doesn't mean I love you because of this assignment, no. Don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, what a long blog. I started doing this from 11 and the clock is now showing 12am. Pretty much a proscinator, haha. Awright! I'm gonna watch Jonas Brothers 3-D Experience tomorrow at 18.30!!! Yes, I've been listening to their songs since a week ago and the result is yes I can sing-along with you, Joe, Nick, and Kevin. I know it'll be full of kids between 9-15 but who cares? I'm one of their biggest fan, may I? :D See you there, lads! I'm ready with my 3-D glasses. BOOYEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1760930579706461256?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1760930579706461256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/killing-in-name-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1760930579706461256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1760930579706461256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/killing-in-name-of.html' title='Killing in the name of...'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3322580282061349498</id><published>2009-05-09T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:28:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckindonesia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a proscinator. I've been trying to start blogging again since 3 days ago but assignments are stuck in my brain. Wish me luck. I have 3 more assignments due this month which are history for this Wednesday, blog for next Friday, and Jazz Project for next Friday too. Having a break in the weekend. I went to cinema on Friday and watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; starring Chris Pine and Eric Bana. It was 4 out of 5 for me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men Origin: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt; is still the bomb since I'm not into Sci-fi movie that much. Then on Saturday, we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hillarys Harbour Boat: Aqwamarine &lt;/span&gt;:) It was much better than Seaworld of course d'oh. I could smell the beauty of the sea, soft of the sand, the sharks, the whales.  Ohhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I saw Kaskus today and found out something really annoying for me about Indonesia. Indonesia sucks, completely sucks. Hospital won't help you if you don't have any money on your pocket. They will just pretend nothing happen when you're actually busy begging for someone's help. Admittedly, they will run to you if you show them your money! The conclusion is, you need to bring money whenever and wherever you go out in Jakarta. The second thing is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKIN CRACKBERRY YOU SON OF A BITCH GO TO HELL BLOODY HELL NOBODY NEEDS YOU COZ YOURE FUCKIN UGLY FOR FUCK SAKE! &lt;/span&gt;There you go I'm done. A book about Blackberry? WHO FUCKIN NEEDS YOU?! Go fuck your mother. Enough said about it. I bet you got the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deo just finished watching Star Trek today and he said it's awesome. I know, right? :D Good on you, honey. Then we'll meet up again in the middle of June, having our school break for a month. I know I won't spend the whole month with him since he'll be having his family with him all the time, but at least I'll have our time together. Can't wait! Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: failblog and nigahiga are (Y)&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Jonas Brother's songs for 3-D Movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3322580282061349498?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3322580282061349498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuckindonesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3322580282061349498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3322580282061349498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuckindonesia.html' title='Fuckindonesia.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2017924958221074606</id><published>2009-05-02T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:46:42.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depature Day?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. I've been pretty much busy with assignments these days, seven assignments to finish within a month. My boyfriend is luckily still here but sadly, he'll depart soon which is this Sunday. Oh my goodness, I'm not in the mood to write any. Assignment sucks. Fuck them. Screw them. I want him to stay here forever with me, he kept telling me that this is our risk of having a long-distance relationship. But thanks for being here. Thanks for accompanying me for the whole month. Thanks for everything we've done together here. I hate most of the places we went together. I don't want you to go. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Saturday... FOR FUCK'S SAKEEEEEEE! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2017924958221074606?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2017924958221074606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/depature-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2017924958221074606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2017924958221074606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/05/depature-day.html' title='Depature Day?'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6683640438851917638</id><published>2009-04-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:21:37.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless &amp; Home</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I wrote in this blog, yes I'm in the mood for that now even thou not really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the mood. &lt;/span&gt;I've been taking a nap for more than 12 hours a day to get rid of this stupid pain. I feel so relieved as Deo is still here to help me, to take care of me, he's such an angel. I feel much better than today. I know it's like 9 days left to his departure day, I've been trying to keep myself okay but then it's really hard for me to not crying over him for fuck's sake. I don't know what will happen later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you lads to pray for me, I hope I'll get better soon. I dreamt of failing all my assignments and should start my first semester over again, then see my mom's face in pain. Lots of weird things happen to me recently. I hope that's why we need to have a dream while we're sleeping either it's nightmare or heaven. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss me mom, my dad, my sister, all my family back in Indo. Somehow I feel like going home now. I feel like they're the only one in the world who can fulfill all my pains. I know it's been only 2 months since I left them last, I envy my friends who got back home already. Education sucks. You're such a pain in the ass, man! All I need now is my family and that's it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, there's only one thing I need You to do for me. Please relieve my pain while he's around, while he still need anything from me, while I'm still able to feel his warm, while I can make his wishes come true. He told me thousand times he misses me so much. So do I, God. I miss our funny times together. I feel useless. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: Resident Evil 5 is an ADDICTIVE. Yummy!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/741194657400296932-6683640438851917638?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6683640438851917638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/useless-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6683640438851917638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6683640438851917638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/useless-home.html' title='Useless &amp; Home'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3105535380341313411</id><published>2009-04-11T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:09:22.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin Liquid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;What is life without death? What is death? A boring life. Life is overrated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Liquid Ocelot? The big boss of Metal Gear Solid 4? The twin of Solid Snake? He is not yet dead. Why? He should be! It was a super fight between REX and RAY and we won the fight. We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;we won the fight but the truth is not, Liquid is still alive and he was going to kill Snake using his Outer Haven and suddenly Raiden came to rescue Snake. He admittedly killed himself by stabbing his leg. Fuck o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquid's mission is to get the Big Boss's DNA to recreate new PMC soldiers with nanomachines inside their body. Rumor has it, nanomachines are designed to handle their emotions and basically to make them much more stronger than normal people. Apparently, the DNA is on Snake. I don't really know why but Deo said that so :) We're now having a fight with our last big boss before Liquid. We've done Laughing Octopus on Act 1, Raging Raven on Act 3 -- She's from Aceh Indonesia fyi, and Crying Wolf on Act 4. The big boss on Act 5 is Screaming Mantis. She got a sorrow doll hanging on her hands and that is how we kill her. Meryl and Akiba are there too, Meryl become one of Mantis' dolls and Akiba drop himself right there (imagine yourself). It's really hard. What will the ending be? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the fight. She couldn't breath! She wanted us to protect her but the fact we should kill them. I am sorry but it's scary seriously. The backsound. The way she avoid our shotgun attack. What the hell. She was from South America, anyway. She's dead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FTW SNAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We stopped the game.. Eh but what is that Meryl doing there? She got Snake's back. She's now fighting with those Liquid's "crew" with Johnny (Known as Akiba). I love their actions, son! They're fuckin awesome for Christ's sake. Oh done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVED :) -- &lt;/span&gt;Next morning okay? I'll finish the game seriously. I hate Liquid as fuck. He's an asshole. Bastard. Homosexual. Old-stupid-silly-man. Schwing!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh hold on. The missions are finally accomplished! I thought Snake would put his gun on his mouth while he was mourning I-don't-even-know-who. He is now retired. Raiden got his family back. Meryl got married with Akiba. Sunny eventually can see the sun and the real new friend. HIDEO KOJIMA IS AWESOME AS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Metal Gear Solid 5? I AM SO FUCKIN GLAD TO KNOW THAT LIQUID IS FINALLY DEAD. FUCK YOU, LIQUID. May God send you to hell, with microwaves, your PMCs, your fuckin Frogs, Vamp, all your what-so-ever screaming crying laughing raging friends. And Naomi, are you dead yet? Oh good. Coz we don't need a betrayer like you, or you aren't? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently playing: &lt;/span&gt;Mario Bross - World 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;17 Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3105535380341313411?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3105535380341313411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuckin-liquid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3105535380341313411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3105535380341313411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuckin-liquid.html' title='Fuckin Liquid!'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6325430544507573497</id><published>2009-04-09T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:09:11.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my luck :)</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from our coffee time in Leederville cafe this night. So we went out around 9 by bus and catch the next train immediately. We missed the first bus coz the driver thought we're not about to get the bus but the fact was yes, we wanted to go by bus. My smart rider card balance was only 1.30ish, it spent 90 cents for concession and 1.50 for the standard one which has been used by my bf since he's here for the whole month. How exciting is that, son? We reached the cafe at 10 and order drinks. I took Hot Chocolate at first then I heard my friend ordered Iced Chocolate I was like "Okay, I'm gonna change the drink!", I then gave my hot chocolate to my bf and he apparently wanted that so much. I bet anorexia (?) and we played the Uno and I lost the game once. One of my friends was sleepy and she wanted us to go back home early -- She always do that, anyways. I was supposed to do my assignment which is the draft assignment for this Friday and oh I've done it. Nah, it was actually my bf who done the whole draft coz I was busy playing my new Nintendo DS Lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Nintendo DS Lite, I took more than 1000 feet to get to Nando's in Northbridge. I felt thirsty and I suddenly wanted to buy Utopia, the bubble tea stand for Asian faggots. I said Chocolate Snow with extra sugar for today :) We went out and saw 3 other friends sitting right there with their one scoop of mango ice cream, easy way bubble tea, ciggs, and cool sunglasses. I was filled myself with Nando's 5 bbq wings with chips and lotta peri-peri salt, YUMMY :D then continue our journey to Timezone. God didn't want us to, so we decided to go to Pot Black (a pub) as my friend recommend us to go then play this "tetris" game coz they had Nintendo DS, Playstation 2, Ipod Nano Chromatic as the prizes. We were pretty curious with that and I then refused to go to Nando's coz this one sounds cool. We  tried more than 10 times to get the Nintendo DS and you knew the result already, son :) I ran to city to get a new game for our Diesz (our Nintendo DS official name), and we got Mario Bros. Yeepee! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Deo has been busy playing with his new Metal Gear Solid 4, I didn't know why I'm so in love with that game as well. Awesome as! It was a little bit frustating coz you need to be logical and careful with your steps and action(s) but then it was so cool if you had the snipper with you, why? Because you can actually kill them in the head from a distance like this far (imagine yourself). I'm so gonna miss my living room. The Joni, the Deo, the laptop, the kishy and so on so forth. No more Playstation 3, no more sleeping at 3PM when I need to go to Uni tomorrow. No more kishy, no more nongshim together, no more Nando's and else. No more him whom I adore so much. My room, my bed, my pillow, my blanket, my boxer, my nyengir, our ukulele named Maho. Tears all down, son. I feel like drowning. Oh well, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed. Tomorrow's waiting. Have an awesome easter day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Tom &amp;amp; Jerry - Ukulele Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Drowning. Tears all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6325430544507573497?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6325430544507573497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-my-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6325430544507573497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6325430544507573497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my luck :)'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8744525536200395013</id><published>2009-04-05T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:44:56.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deo &amp; Freo :)</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been busy with things these days. In case you don't know, my boyfriend will be in Perth for the whole month I believe. He bought a Playstation 3 for himself, and he's now playing a game called Killzone 2, if I'm not mistaken. Yeh, it's a war game, strong violence with blood are spilled on the floor. Deo, this amazing guy, wearing a black Mickey Mouse shirt, really big, with orange boxer, mine. How cute is he, huh? Can't you imagine? He's right here, playing the game beside me while I'm typing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freo yesterday was really cool. We did see sunset at the Freo's beach. We got bunch of pictures uploaded on Facebook. I'm about to put some pictures on this blogspot but still I'm not really good at using Flock blog thing that is why... It says I'm able to drag pictures from my own folders. Okay let's put some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Nadya/Pictures/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SdinYOuItBI/AAAAAAAAASE/SLsLzBl8sFM/s1600-h/P04-04-09_18.04%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SdinYOuItBI/AAAAAAAAASE/SLsLzBl8sFM/s200/P04-04-09_18.04%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321186994448544786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it's me and Deo, d'oh. We're chilling out at the beach. It was about 15 mins before the sunset and I used Astrid's phone which had a really good effect. Do I look white? Yes I do, left? Allright. Check the rest of the pictures on Facebook :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is about to come. Two weeks mid-term break and I got nothing to do but just one 1,000 essay a week after the break. Heaps of &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Nadya/Pictures/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" /&gt;plan to go. Which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Zoo in South Perth -- &lt;/span&gt;This Tuesday, I believe. It's going to be me, him, my other 3 friends. He's craving for Kangoos and Koalas. I know they don't have it in Malay but are they that rare in this planet? Well, "I'm a tourist!", yes baby yes you indeed are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Deen Pub -- &lt;/span&gt;Since I never been to club before, this will be my first day going to a pub. Yes, son, yes. First time, okay? What a shame. However, I'll go with my boyfriend which will be either awesome or awful. El oh el. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ellington Jazz Club -- &lt;/span&gt;This is definitely Deo's plan. Deo rule. I will follow you into the dark, baby. (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Scarborough Beach -- &lt;/span&gt;Albeit Freo was awesome, we still need another beaches. This is our next destination. It's near my house going by 400 bus. I know it will be much more colder than last time I went back here on Feb. It was like 45 degree. Now is Autumn so yeh. Bikini on Friday, I guess haha. Man, I never wore one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. PIBT Graduation -- &lt;/span&gt;Nadya rule. My diploma graduation, son. How cool :D It will be held 2 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want time flies so fast. I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;daylight saving till October. At least I can feel his warm for the whole month, right? This is day 5, spending with me. Tomorrow is my last day of school and we'll be going to Singapore to grab our dinner and get some new games from JB Hi-Fi or EB Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now playing Sega game on Playstation 3. So oldschool yet still cool. Oh, and we have a new password :] Have a good night, faggots. You envy me enough, ha? Yeh right. Kiss from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently &lt;s&gt;listening&lt;/s&gt; playing: &lt;/span&gt;Ukuleeeeeele - Lucky (Jason Mraz&amp;amp;Colbie Caillat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Gyaaaaaahahahahahaha 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sdim9nQKoiI/AAAAAAAAARs/KH1lRpXXo9E/s1600-h/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sdim9nQKoiI/AAAAAAAAARs/KH1lRpXXo9E/s200/DSC02048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321186537177260578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SdinYPMfSAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0p53svYNBTA/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SdinYPMfSAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0p53svYNBTA/s200/DSC02045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321186994575853570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SdinX75FChI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ny7VOSk1VVk/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SdinX75FChI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ny7VOSk1VVk/s200/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321186989394168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-8744525536200395013?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8744525536200395013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/deo-freo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8744525536200395013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8744525536200395013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/deo-freo.html' title='Deo &amp;amp; Freo :)'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SdinYOuItBI/AAAAAAAAASE/SLsLzBl8sFM/s72-c/P04-04-09_18.04%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6379062691560022406</id><published>2009-04-03T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:33:20.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob Squarepants</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's Friday and me, Deo, and my other friends went to cinema to watch Monsters Versus Aliens and it was awesome. We got the 3-Dimension spectacle but quite expensive, worth it thou :] It was a new cinema called VMax, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, I got a new Ukulele heyyyyyy! It was only 20 bucks don't you envy me? Name it... Maho from Mahalo. It's yellow and really cute like the owner, me. I bought it in a music store near my apartment with my boyfriend. He wanted the Joe Pass Guitar, it was 1399. Oh, I need to sing and play with my new Ukulele. Have a good friday. Don't dink and drance, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I miss Spongebob, lol. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6379062691560022406?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6379062691560022406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/spongebob-squarepants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6379062691560022406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6379062691560022406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/spongebob-squarepants.html' title='Spongebob Squarepants'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7729073779810165880</id><published>2009-04-01T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:28:11.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Hello, this is Deo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole April, don't even try to find where my lover is. It will only make you die from JEALOUSIESSSS muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7729073779810165880?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7729073779810165880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7729073779810165880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7729073779810165880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-330232608013423031</id><published>2009-03-30T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:42:24.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last morning I woke up early just to change my last rubbers on my braces and it worked for almost an hour. It hurts a bit coz this is the new one so the rubbers are not very elastic as the last one. I put all the rubbers in a wrong order, it should be orange-blue-orange but apparently it turned out with orange-orange-blue-blue, nice one. I didn't want to change it anymore since I found it so hard to put it using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toothpicks, &lt;/span&gt;right? Haha. Anyway, remind me if it's April 30 allright coz I need to change it again. I know I will look ugly with these "colourful" braces. Oh crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ugly, ugly word of the day is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hippotamus &lt;/span&gt;which is quite euw and I just hate them coz they're fat and wet and stinky. Not attractive at all. Oh, and attractive word of the day is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silky &lt;/span&gt;which is really nice like "silky appearance", it's charming. Don't you think? Ha? Ha? I found it really cool when I saw my favourite Youtube V-Logger &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie &lt;/span&gt;from Sydney, she's gorgeous. She's really cool and she's funny. She's the bomb. Ugly and attractive word? Just for fun. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Monday today. It's 9.31 AM and daylight saving ended yesterday which was really cool! Haha. Same time with Malaysia. You just need to put your clock back an hour, right? And he told me not to publish anything is happening right now, today, this morning, at home, school, airport (oops!). Jeeeeeeeeesus Christ I can't tell :] Hope everything's fine with you right there. Take care and I'll see you very soon. Allright? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I've done my media profile for my Media in Asia class which was terrible. I did it a day! I should do like 2000 words excluding quotes and I started to do that at 12PM and finished that at 9PM, pretty much excited when you know you're done, son. I'm so clever. I'm afraid I didn't put so much efforts in it but please let me pass the assignment okay? You don't know what I'd been through, hik hik. Politics assignment, guess who's done? Due today. I'll submit it on the lecture class and do the revision at the uni lab. I've sent it to my another e-mail and I hope it's right there. If not, I'll be the stupidest girl ever (what the? Random). I'm not going to the lecture class till 3.30 cos I need to go picking someone up. I need taxi. Taxi, yoo hoo. Allright. Go to the lecture class, take the attendance, submit the assignment, *clap!* 3PM sharp I'll go by taxi from uni and please... I need to feel his warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool-ie. I'm going to take a shower now. Aw, I love the smell of a detergen man it's really sweet. I didn't use the dryer last time I washed all my clothes cos it was yuck. I don't like the smell, it's like rubbish. Depends on what you consider the rubbish, ok? Haha. I mean like, my room's rubbish bin. Yes, somewhat like that. Wish me luck for today and have a fun and safe flight, pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Winds blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;I can't tell XD&lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-330232608013423031?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/330232608013423031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/330232608013423031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/330232608013423031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5216318264275296723</id><published>2009-03-28T02:12:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:21:28.601+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom syndrome part I</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying right here all the night after enjoying the new-released movie called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mall Cop. &lt;/span&gt;It was a quite funny movie but more to drama, fall in love kind of thing, pretty much boring but at least I enjoyed it. I don't know why I'm typing this blog right now, it's just random but seriously I'm bored. Since last week, I find myself bored when the clock turns to 10. I live here for 3 years just to connect to the internet and do nothing except blogging and chatting? Long live Perth, the opposition -- yeah, definitely. Even I know it has no different back in your country but still, at least you got lots of things you can do in there like going to a cafe with your friends or even family by your car? They will still let you in till the sun goes out. Here, if you starts pulling up your curtain in the middle of the night, you'll find a striptease dancers right there, getting money and have a one night stand with some old strangers. Yes, I'm supposed to have a skype tonight but he's not at home yet. I'll probably just wait, way better. Grab some chilli to get my eyes open, might help, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I'll go to see a music festival with my friend tomorrow. I should watch it but not sure yet cos I got heaps of assignments hand in before next Friday. Haven't started even for a bullshit things in it but I promise I'll do it on Sunday, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. Out of topic I guess. Nite. Hope you guys well.&lt;br /&gt;*yawningggggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-5216318264275296723?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5216318264275296723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/boredom-syndrome-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5216318264275296723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5216318264275296723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/boredom-syndrome-part-i.html' title='Boredom syndrome part I'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6552314208334645678</id><published>2009-03-27T12:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:42:10.149+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Australians, allright?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the title can describe everything. Fuck Australians :)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your friday night! Don't hang out with Australians ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6552314208334645678?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6552314208334645678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-australians-allright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6552314208334645678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6552314208334645678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-australians-allright.html' title='Fuck Australians, allright?'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7090836269290041752</id><published>2009-03-26T11:58:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:15:04.551+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell I can't open Facebook? This is weird cos I can't access other websites but Facebook is kind of blocked or something. I'm bored man. I just wanna see whether I got a new wall from "my friend", haha. How funny remembering that silly debate. It's still 12.01 PM in Perth, Daylight Saving will be ended on March 29, 2009 starts from 2AM in the morning. My boyfriend is on his way back home, I suppose. He just got his Australian Visa after waiting for so long -- 10 days. It's awesome, I can't wait like oh my God. Can you imagine? After a month you're having this long-distance relationship then you will never connect your internet to sign in your skype coz he's definitely here, with you. I've been whining for your presence here. Geez! It's hot outside. Wondering if I should go out to accompany my friend getting a rice cooker, are you kidding me? I'd rather stay at home doing my assignment in front of the air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded a new web browser called Flock. I don't know if you guys have noticed it before or even you own it already, but this web browser is really cool. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/"&gt;www.flock.com&lt;/a&gt; and play with your cool new web browser. It's really easy to access using here coz they got groups already. Even thou I'm not quite sure if I can get used to it really fast, but it's a must to download it. I'm addicted with Google Chrome, but then I bet this one is cooler. Allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Earth Hour - Australia 2009? I have no plan yet but I guess I'm going to the WAAPA Park in city, not sure what time but it would be fascinating if it's held at 8.30PM coz that's when Earth hour starts. Personally speaking about Earth hour, I don't know why teenagers love to show off their attention for Earth hour? I mean, like, I know I was one of them coz I put a link to my Facebook about Earth hour, but it's just because I wanted them to be a volunteer and participate to save the earth. Now on, they're like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weirrrrrdoh! &lt;/span&gt;Feels like they're the one who knows everything about Earth hour, the fact, not at all.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me, I'm just saying man no need to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ScrzzkpFJXI/AAAAAAAAARk/X5Zyd_d3_ps/s1600-h/1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ScrzzkpFJXI/AAAAAAAAARk/X5Zyd_d3_ps/s200/1000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317330377399149938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaaaaaah! You know what I mean right? Okay, so that pic represent 1,000 of my friends on my Facebook, allright? Seriously, you'll be one of the happiest person if you think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yes exactly, they're all my friends. No random people. *grin*" &lt;/span&gt;but the truth is NOT. 50% of them are randoms so I've deleted them all and it's now 500ish, cool. I love deleting random people haha. Who the hell is Malahati Shatadini? Who the hell is Ambarina Enka Putri? I don't know her and they're on the list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deleted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random &lt;/span&gt;friends. &lt;/span&gt;I'm too cool, to know you, ROFLOLMAO. I'm just kidding allright? I love you fags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at my housemate room, I prolly will go to city in the next 2 hour and having my lunch at Indonesia Indah. Where is my wallet? I haven't washed my clothes, gah. So lazy to wash it lah. Okay. I'm tired and dizzy, somehow. I miss my boyfriend, my mom, my dad, my sister, my friends, my dog, my car, my room, my bed, so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Renda's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Sick. What's goin on here? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Nadya/Pictures/1000.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Nadya/Pictures/1000.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Nadya/Pictures/1000.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7090836269290041752?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7090836269290041752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7090836269290041752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7090836269290041752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ScrzzkpFJXI/AAAAAAAAARk/X5Zyd_d3_ps/s72-c/1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1794514683201336403</id><published>2009-03-25T23:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:55:18.487+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you find yourself bored in History Class? I do. Why? Coz at first, I thought it could be a very cool and interesting unit for my first semester, apparently it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not. &lt;/span&gt;I don't know why but I just hate it. I actually understand about the overall history, but the teacher give us too many theories which will affect us a boredom syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm bored now. Where's my boyfriend? Why are you so busy? Ah shit I was supposed to do my assignment. What a life. Let's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;A Rocket to the Moon - Not A Second to Waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1794514683201336403?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1794514683201336403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1794514683201336403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1794514683201336403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3809295481223658034</id><published>2009-03-24T00:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:23:56.538+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Week 5 is coming and my assignments are all due next week. Media in Asia presentation is almost done and it's freaking me out. The good thing about it is, we don't need to remember all the things that we put on the slide. So we got everything written on our paper instead of using a palm card :] However, 2 down for Politics due next week and it was not "really" my own work, my bf and my mom helped me to do it so yeh.. I hope the last 2 articles can be done before friday! 2 more assignments for Media in Asia, are: Blog due &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fuckin media project. I know what I'm going to do with the media project but I don't know exactly how to put the words into a good sentence and paragraph. I hope everything's good, will finish next week, have fun for a while and wait for my hubby to come here, right? *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a quite hot conversation in one of the groups on Facebook tonight. Me, personally, think that Indonesian people don't think logically when they argue with someone, like me. I don't know why I'd rather speak in a selfish way rather than in a logical way. Sometimes it might be good when you think every words you say will shut your opponent. Unfortunately, I love it when people think logically, combine with their political background and stuff. I know some countries have their laws for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom of speech&lt;/span&gt;, right? In this "hot" conversation, this person (called him X) replied mine, and talked bullshits. The reason why I put my words to THAT wall was because I wanted to see their reaction and when I realised that their reaction was not in a good way to say, then I started to smack em back. X thought when he told me I was stupid, I would cry or leave the group so he might conclude that he won the debate, but the truth is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not. &lt;/span&gt;Why? Talking in a selfish way, he was Chinese. Let's be an open-minded person ok? There's only one thing I can say about Chinese people in the world, I know it's just some of it but mostly... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They think they're the most smartest people in the universe. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Repeat. &lt;/span&gt;MOST SMARTEST! &lt;/span&gt;You can tell, baby.. I can tell too. I can tell the differenciate between the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;educated &lt;/span&gt;Chinese and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuckin stupid and retarded &lt;/span&gt;Chinese :] Eitetetetetetettt... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom of speech, everyone. &lt;/span&gt;Thanks. And this X was the fuckin stupid and retarded one coz he repeated the words over and over again which I can read it once. It wasn't a smart debate man. And this girl called Y was just only laughing. I can tell, she got nothing to say but hands off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to say&lt;/span&gt;: Don't say any fuckin words if you don't get the definition of debate. You're fuckin ugly when you smile. Think Chinese, think. We don't need any calculation, we're not studying Accounting now for Christ's sake. Eietetetetetetettt... I know, I'm racist, in a selfish way, shut the fuck up :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fact: &lt;/span&gt;Australians hate Asians, right? Coz it's fuckin easy to be a citizen in Australia for Asians at least you work for a company here. Find a deeper information, Australians hate Chinese. Get the fuck here now. You probably will fuckin die counting those Chinese in here, son. Chinese restaurants. Chinese markets. Made in &lt;s&gt;Australia&lt;/s&gt; China stuff. University for &lt;s&gt;overseas&lt;/s&gt; Chinese students. Whatever. Now you fuckin get it, right? Ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't kill me x&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/741194657400296932-3809295481223658034?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3809295481223658034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3809295481223658034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3809295481223658034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1878535020945746934</id><published>2009-03-21T12:21:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:56:50.352+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ScRkiKtm4BI/AAAAAAAAARc/vdqz_fo8mPs/s1600-h/Tia+Ayrton-Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ScRkiKtm4BI/AAAAAAAAARc/vdqz_fo8mPs/s200/Tia+Ayrton-Hill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315483998358003730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Random picture. It's Tia-Ayrton Hill, anyway. From Canada's Next Top Model)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know life is not that easy these days, more specific, being 18 is not easy and has no different with 17 year-old. Being mature is not only increasing your mature level and your behaviour, I mean, appreciate people and be much more humble and don't be selfish even for a while to whom you adore. When it comes to relationship, it's somewhat hard to keep it up -- any longer. Let's bold the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious, &lt;/span&gt;allright? To be honest, I'm not really good at choosing romantic words, "flirt" with them, etcetera. I'm being me, the 18 year-old girl with a very, very, very, giggity giggity goo, selfish attitude, and definitely moody. Don't ask me why but the thing is, when I get bored, or when I need attention, I tend to nag rather than saying I love you that much. Call me a dork, but that's the truth. In emo word, it can be like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like I live in a desolate area, I'm desperate. Help me! &lt;/span&gt;or I'm just exaggerating the words? I'm just saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To speak in derogatory terms of myself, I'm a very random person. I'm racist and I don't talk to strangers or even my friends when I think my iPod and my lappie are the bomb, in politic world, it's anti-social, stupid. Despite of being anti-social, I love my best friend so much! He's amazing. He's flawless. He can do whatever he wants just to make me smile again -- as it's kind of hard to see a curve up in my smile like this :) when I'm not in the mood. He's my oxygen and I can't live without it and I want him forever. He lives in a sky with thousands of diamonds. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sounds like I'm drunk but whatever &lt;/span&gt;I'm talking the truth. Am I overreacting? Or I just overabundance everything that's in my mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last conversation was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;cool at all. I was half dead and ready to sleep but then the fact said I miss him as fuck I wanted to talk with him even for a sec. I didn't know what happened with me but I'm pretty sure today's gonna be allright. I love you. By the way, has anyone seen my psp? I lost it. I only got like 3 games in it and it's all boring seriously. Almost done it but I finally found it quite boring. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackass, &lt;/span&gt;finished. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harvest Moon, &lt;/span&gt;Jesus Christ I was about to marry Cliff but the thing is... it's really hard as I didn't have much time to visit him at the winery and cook him something so I bet it takes forever to get the blue feather, right? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MVP Baseball, &lt;/span&gt;that's still the bomb but I don't feel like playing that game anymore. My friend got 6 games on her memory card and I envy her coz she has this 4GIGS memory card instead of 2GIGS, okay, that's the standard one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough said. I need to finish all my assignments by today. Prolly will do the Politics first, I hate Media in Asia but I hate this Politics assignment too. Wish me luck and hope you guys well, ok? Don't dink and drance in the middle of the night or I'll tell your parents. Giggity giggity goo, POOF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1878535020945746934?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1878535020945746934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1878535020945746934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1878535020945746934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/ScRkiKtm4BI/AAAAAAAAARc/vdqz_fo8mPs/s72-c/Tia+Ayrton-Hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1257233785752499047</id><published>2009-03-17T20:04:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:00:50.315+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sb-ThnNh5yI/AAAAAAAAARU/XAMRSDy887w/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder what has been happening with my throat since 2 days ago? I went to the Doctor and paid for $70 for my very first medication day. It's because I didn't show my healthcare card since it's still in ordering process. I need to prove it to Student Central to get my money back but what can be worse? My medical receipt is on Ines's laptop case. I have a very stressful day and it's quite hard to manage my time to get that medical receipt back but the thing is, I'll get it as soon as I got my healthcare card. Conclusion, I'm having a fever and a serious problem with my throat. It's a puffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just finished my class at 5.30 and it's apparently cold. However, it's my presentation turn next week about Terrorism in Bali, which will be 4 of us. It's supposed to be 2 of us but then other groups have 2 people in it, we better join. The meeting will be held tomorrow at 12.30 sharp. One of them is pretty snobby but oh well, it's for presentation's sake I should give em words. In case you guys didn't know, my english sucks. Terrible. Lousy grammar. Rusty. What can I say? Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sb-ThnNh5yI/AAAAAAAAARU/XAMRSDy887w/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314128290991171362" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You get what I mean, right? This is my tattoo design I got from Deviantart. Both of those, I want to put on the back of my ankle, portrait of course, pretty much, exactly like that. Black and white. On the right side. Frequently Asked Question(s):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why you choose 'Bat' as your tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bat can be meant as goddess. Bat was the deification of the cosmos and the Milky Way within Egyptian mythology during the pre-dynastic and Old Kingdom periods of Ancient Egyptian history. She was a cow goddess and was always depicted as having a human head with cow ears and horns. The Milky Way was considered to be a pool of cow's milk made by Bat. Pretty much like it. That's just COOL :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it allowed for a Moslem to have a tattoo(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. To tell you the truth, I'm not a fanatic moslem, I don't pray 5 times a day. No offence for moslem(s). It depends on the person, right? Don't judge me for having a tattoo. It's me who'll take the risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So what's your purpose for having a tattoo? To show the world that you're a cool person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. I just like it. I saw Farris Rotter with his Bat tattoo, it's awesome. I don't want to show off. Well, that's for me. This is still a plan, thou. I need to ask my mom's permission for this, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you. (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of thank you (I know that's random) but I went to McDonalds a few hours ago with my house-mates and he, one of them, ordered a huge paper bag of things from McD. It was $7,85. Apparently, the cashier was a trainer. He's an Indian and pretty much like homoxx. And funny thing happened. After my friend ordered the foods, the cashier should let the customer pay first and they do the order, the fact was, no he wasn't. Then my friend ordered another Apple Pie which was only $1. Then my friend didn't have any cash, so he paid using eftpos. After the Indian gave him the paper bag, he took the eftpos and paid only THAT ONE DOLLAR. The Indian forgot to charge another $7,85. I was like "TELL HIM, FAGGOT!". He's an evil and he paid $1 only using his eftpos. Ok. Now we, don't wanna know any further story about this Indian trainer. I bet I won't see him after he's done with his training session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cold out here. I'm going inside. Sleep. Ready for our meeting tomorrow. Oh, I miss my bf and I can't wait him to be here soon. I've planned everything for him :] God, let it be. Hope you guys well. Poof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Miley Cyrus - The Climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Shivering (??) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Deosick.&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/741194657400296932-1257233785752499047?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1257233785752499047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1257233785752499047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1257233785752499047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/Sb-ThnNh5yI/AAAAAAAAARU/XAMRSDy887w/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8168087939448461741</id><published>2009-03-14T15:58:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:33:10.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Celebrating Friday the 13th yesterday, it was so much fun. Uni time in the morning--it was apparently cold and I wore a shirt. I went to City and had my dinner-lunch with my friend. Chilling out in City Park and ended up with Confessions of a shopaholic in Innaloo :] Supposed to watch Friday the 13th as it was a premiere. I didn't know that and the price was quite awful since we're a stupid student with no money and no car for hanging out in the night like that. I finished watching at 11ish, and I called the taxi to pick me up. Even for the 3rd time we called, the taxi hadn't come yet. I immediately walked to the corner of the cinema building and the taxi came. She was Vienna who give a call, anyways. At home, I didn't know what to do then Facebook as usual. The newest layout was released. Gah! I hate that. Like, I can see everyone's wall-to-wall and I don't even care what are they talking about. It came up on my homepage notification. Before-sleep-conversation with my bf was fun yet he was tired so yeah. Boeyah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Received a sms from Laurent-Hill last night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laurrie Mar 14, 2009 2:26:37 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poogie, I heard ur lukin for a jam session rite? Jz come to jazz wshop next wed at WAAPA, k? I'll let u be ma vocz. Gimme a call:) anws, fredy'll come n kill yo 2nite lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of jam session, I know I heard a workshop at WAAPA next Wed, and it's gonna be all multi-talented students give us a performance. Which me, NOT. She wants me to be her vocalist which is yeah pretty much cool yet terrifying. Are you bloody serious? I can't sing. Well, I do shower-sing but still, you know how to differenciate that, don't you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes. &lt;/span&gt;No, random. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Presentations are coming! Next week will be my Popular Music and Culture presentation, haven't touched it yet and I don't know my group's number yay. The week after next week will be my Media in Asia presentation and still haven't touched it yet, yay :'] Tough. I know I know. Gah. Manage your time. Breathe in, breathe out. Eh, wait. I saw someone holding a dog out there but apparently it's a paper bag. Looked like a bulldog, I'm serious. Sunny sunny sunny sunny. I hate sun, I love winter. Wind blows, their rhytms, smooth. What? Random, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way. Time to clean up my crib, baby. Hope you guys well :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-8168087939448461741?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8168087939448461741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8168087939448461741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8168087939448461741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4780695493821788448</id><published>2009-03-11T22:05:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:14:12.905+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear backstabbers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. Seriously, I've been very patient and tough with all your behaviour. If you want to call my mom then call her. There are pretty much things I should tell your mom and your boyfriend, thou. Son, seriously, pernah ga sih gue protes sama apa yang lo jalanin selama gue disini? Hah? Gue nanya di depan muka lo sekarang, pernah ga? Nyet, nyadar diri dong. Muke lo ga cocok cari masalah sama gue. Gue bawa deodoran, kalo lo bawa pentungan doang gue bisa bawain lo deodoran sama celana dalem ke muka lo. Dari awal tadi gue di McDonalds, lo ngejayus ngerasa ga sih? Dan itu ga lucu sama sekali. Kenapa? Karena gue ga ngerasa lo ada di situ. Ini gue masih sabar. Liat ntar ya.... I'll give you one more chance :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL TOTALLY GO TO YOUR ROOM AND THROW YOU TO HELL. OH NO, I WILL SPIT AT YOUR FACE. Do you want to lick my ass?&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/741194657400296932-4780695493821788448?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4780695493821788448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-backstabbers-mind-your-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4780695493821788448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4780695493821788448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-backstabbers-mind-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4177520218855748404</id><published>2009-03-09T23:04:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:22:46.004+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SbUvOkcko_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tC802bZtXqQ/s1600-h/lkjhgfssd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SbUvOkcko_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tC802bZtXqQ/s320/lkjhgfssd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311203262901560306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. What? Oh him. HELLNO! Go get your own. D'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Man is by nature a political animal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you don't know that I've been studying Politics which is awesome =] Politics is exciting because people disagree. They disagree about how they should live. Who should get what? How should power and other resources be distributed? Should society be based on cooperation or conflict? They also disagree about how such matters should be resolved. How should collective decisions be made? Who should have a say? How much influence should each person have? For Aristotle, this made politics the 'master science' -- nothing less than the activity through which human beings attempt to improve their lives and create the Good Society. Then, politics is, a social activity. As simple as that.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's always a dialogue, never a monologue&lt;/span&gt;. However, the disagreement that lies at the heart of politics also extends to the nature of the subject and how it should be studied. People disagree about both what it's that makes social interaction 'political', and how political activity can best be analysed and explained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, it's a quite long definition. I know, right? Haha. Well, again, politics is thus inextricably linked to the phenomena of conflict and cooperation. One the one hand, the existence of rival opinions, different wants, competing needs and opposing interets guarantees disagreement about the rules under which people live. Etc etc. I'm not your teacher, son. Oh well. It's really nice to know that actually my lecturer recognised me as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communist. &lt;/span&gt;Still, I need to know more about that. I'll give you a simple question, then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put Communist on your left and Fascism on your right, and I prefer, Socialism in the middle but more to the left, Liberalism in the middle, and Conservatism more to the right. Which political side will you put yourself, then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think about that for a while. If you think Gay Marriage is legal, then you're part of Liberalism, right? Some people might think of Education and Welfare, then you are a Conservative. Nevertheless, generation Xs are more to cooperate than compete right? To conclude that, then they are the community of Socialism. Death penalty is for Communist, they are more to private ownership.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sleepy. I miss my bf, I want him to be here. OH and, it's really hard to go to Aussie, you know? Too much rules. The fuck. What, you think terrorist(s) will come to destroy this country? They'll see your face to be destroyed, son. Too soon. I need him here. Okay. Shut it or I'll kill you. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4177520218855748404?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4177520218855748404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4177520218855748404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4177520218855748404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SbUvOkcko_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tC802bZtXqQ/s72-c/lkjhgfssd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1135136745357658666</id><published>2009-03-03T18:52:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:49:39.118+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got home from school after attending one of my classes on Tuesday. The class began at 2.30 and we went to the lecture class. An hour later, we walked to our first tutor class and I saw this guy sitting behind me. I was asking myself because he looked like one of the vampires from Twilight. He was so white, his face was pale, his hair was blonde but more like broken white? Skinny and he got a scary smile. I was like, is this a new kind of "follower" or what? If it's Emo, I wouldn't turn around and see it like this close, but this guy.. My friend asked me if he got an addiction for Twilight Movie. However, as Twilight has a good name for each character, when my lecturer took the attendance, I heard "Ricky!" and he put his hand up. Okay, now it's weird. For me. Again, his voice was more like homo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heard Rihanna and Chris Brown tragedy -- I'm still curious about that. I saw Nigahiga on Youtube showing how Rihanna got beaten up by Chris Brown. It's quite funny, thou. Then, I searched for further information about Rihanna's face after that. All the scars on her face was scary. More like a mafia trying to kill her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got my debit mastercard to purchase anything via online and I immediately buy credit skype. It was only $16AUD but when I tried to call Deo, it was delay. I know it's terrible but at least call drop is no longer exist. Still, I will use that in case I didn't have enough credit on my mobile. Apparently, I should put my signature on the card and I was thinking of changing my signature before everyone notice it's a stupid signature. Seriously, it's a quite long sign but I'm pretty sure they can understand every word of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to do my reading homework, otherwise I'll be the stupidest student ever. Speaking of University, the language is quite hard to understand especially for the Politics class. The vocabs are hell. I need my manual dictionary since the electronic one's broken and it's not that accurate. It's hard for me to understand the content of each chapter, then you should do your own summary. Diploma course is way better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I ruined everything. I think my roommate is mad at me right now. I know I know. I just didn't know it came up like this. She started typing on her laptop's keyboard like a mad dinnosaurus. I knew she's telling me that she's mad. I made her day. Nice! Seriously. I know this is a quite big mistake but please don't make this even bigger. I'm just trying to help her, to fix all the problems. She doesn't even want to talk to me. That's why I hate those owe-ing thing. Fuck those. I know Netbank helps, and I know people make mistakes. Can you stop it? I know it's my fault but can you help me too? My Lord.... What a life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you guys well. Enjoy your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1135136745357658666?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1135136745357658666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1135136745357658666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1135136745357658666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6869912559956117148</id><published>2009-02-28T23:06:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:47:19.622+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm alive again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, apparently my friend (called her Z) from Media in Asia class has dropped herself not to attend in that class anymore, we, me and my other friend, decided to do the presentation together. Z wrote a wall for me last night saying that she's dropped her class and I was gasping for 5 minutes. Week 2 is coming on Monday and I've got to attend my Foundation of Politics and Government class as I skipped it last week. I haven't got the unit outline yet, but all I'm scared of is the assessment, son. Unfortunately, all my classes need to do research essays which is "okay I'll do it!" and it has more than 3,000 words each. I'm now studying for the Media in Asia, the teacher gave us a reading homework which we should discuss next Tuesday. It's about how Singapore had improved their country, especially the population. It can be more like retraining the logic of Capitalism. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heard Coldplay is playing tonight in Perth, I didn't watch it. My friend gave me a call in the morning asking me to come to her house and watch Coldplay together and I woke up at 1. She was waiting in the city but it was so unfortunate, the fact that I was actually at IKEA. The Fray is coming in the mid of March. Their posters are everywhere in town and I'm not going, yet, Soundwave will be held on March 2, 2009. The price is $130 and it's still sold in many music stores. I'm planning to go. One of my friends from Malaysia has cancelled her journey to Perth and she bought the ticket already, hasn't she? I've made my own list. Lamb of God will be the bomb. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know Sydney is awesome. Speaking of Sydney, I'm broke, in case you didn't know. I've spent more than a thousand just to buy the flight for my trip to Sydney. It was my friend who wanted to go there exictedly. They owe me. I got $800 left, until March 22nd. Thank you. Just so you know, my trip will be on December and my friend was like "We should get the ticket now. The price can increase anytime, be careful. If tomorrow is much more expensive. How lucky are we, right?", and I gave her this sad face as they owe me. The fact is, this is still our first week of Uni, and they were thinking of another journey. What a challenge. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want him to be here. I've been hoping for that. I know this year will be the best Graduation Day ever. Oh wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I'm done. If you think I'm sexy, call me. Just joking. Okay, I'll see you guys very soon and I hope you guys well. Don't drink too much. I know it's Saturday but the Doll House is so crowded. I can see it from my room. All the dancers are nude, those precious long-but-small-paper are everywhere on stage to get the highest price for one night stand. Please, son, appreciate me. I'm playing Neighbour From Hell while working on my homework. So, call me. No I'm joking seriously. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6869912559956117148?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6869912559956117148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6869912559956117148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6869912559956117148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2976837258845719507</id><published>2009-02-25T22:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:45:19.469+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2976837258845719507?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2976837258845719507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2976837258845719507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2976837258845719507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2905763776267919069</id><published>2009-02-23T23:10:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:31:22.957+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uni life starts today. My classes are all good as far as I'm concerned. I'm taking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Popular and Music Culture&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Media in Asia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foundations of Politics and Government&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slavery and Liberty in the Atlantic World&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds cool, ha? But the worst subject is apparently the coolest subject which is Popular and Music as it has 3 major assignments (read: essay[s]) and it's worth 40% for 2 assignments and 30% for the final project. I'm dying for real. Today, I tried my first drop-unit class which was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History Through Film&lt;/span&gt;, it was actually interesting but as I came late and I didn't really know what was the story about, I skipped the tutorial class and went to city doing my other priority(es). The movie was all about blood I was like OKAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hitler is the bomb. I love him. I watched his documentary film(s) and it was like "I wish I could be there to kill him!". I was thinking of buying his book at the Uni Bookshop. However, heaven wasn't that good. The price was a disaster. I chose not to buy that one but I'll spend more money cos I promise I'll get that book as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kus gave me a total freak game called &lt;a href="http://www.totebo.com"&gt;totebo&lt;/a&gt; and you should try it. It was non-sense but it's okay. I got the highest score of 7977 metres and the background was the monkey village. LOLs. I'm making a baby. Random. I'm sleepy but trying to wait for Deo. Tomorrow's class will be at 2.30 so it'll be okay to sleep late. Unfortunately, I'll stay at home alone from 8.30 - 2.00 cos all my room-mate(s) are going to have their classes at that time. I'll be the queen of the castle! Jigga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nite. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Miley Cyrus - Fly On The Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Aww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2905763776267919069?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2905763776267919069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2905763776267919069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2905763776267919069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2808423559162668814</id><published>2009-02-20T11:44:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:39:00.142+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"Before someone's tomorrow has been taken away, cherish those you love, appreciate them today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"I would rather be able to appreciate things I cannot have than to have things I am not able to appreciate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Life holds so many simple blessings, each day bringing its own individual wonder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Ungrateful people breed negativity. No one gets any pleasure from giving to an ungrateful person. When you show appreciation, the object of your attention blossoms and flourishes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Never take anything for granted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Life is tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"If you don't like yourself, you can't like other people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In your eyes I'm a queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you see potential in all my flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that's why I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You catch me when I fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accept me flaws and all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce - Flaws and All&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/741194657400296932-2808423559162668814?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2808423559162668814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/appreciate-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2808423559162668814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2808423559162668814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/appreciate-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6564888152405944908</id><published>2009-02-19T00:54:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:10:21.251+09:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee. for zi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZw5HyHlJ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/brwSoAzKmd8/s1600-h/P2130261.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. As requested by Zi, I would love to share my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Valentine Weekend&lt;/span&gt; from the 13th to 15th of February, 2009. I took a heap of pictures but as you know from the very beginning (?) that this is a blog, not Facebook and stuff, I will not put all of them. Sorry Zi :b I'll put some and I'll describe the rest. Fair enough. Scroll to my first picture below. Taa daa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZwwCsnxjgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TWIaHGOAcfQ/s1600-h/edit+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZwwCsnxjgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TWIaHGOAcfQ/s320/edit+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304167284031458818" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here it is. It's me and Deo, my I-can't-even-describe-by-words how incredible he is. He's such a penguin. He accompanied me from here to here all day long. He was always there for me in Singapore, even to go to toilet. I took the picture from my mom's friend condominium in Killiney Road below Orchard. The condo was so comfy except for the bed -- we shared 2 single beds for 5 people, son. No blanket, no guling (what's guling in English? Bolster? Oh crap!) Anyway, it was very cold too. My sister put the air conditioner to 16 degree celcius and that thing was in front of me. Not really in front of me it's above me. You know, the wall. Whatever. Back to the picture. So it was actually our last day in Spore. I tried not to cry and yeah. Just for your information, I envy Deo's shirt. It says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Moms love me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, haha so cute. He bought it in some mall in Orchard. It's called Chineleisure if I'm not mistaken. It was near Singapore Visitor Centre next to Paragon and Takashimaya (I went there, tee hee!) Singapore Visitor Centre was heaven. The weather was so hot like Perth and Jakarta. I was sweating and I went there. That was where I got a free internet access for 15 minutes. Again, Deo helped me out to reply Zi's email even though it was so last minute but that's okay. We did it. Enough description. Oh, I love him so much. Dare to text him, call him, touch his hair, then get him as yours, may God send you to hell. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZwwC6CEVRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/40ArCEyCnvk/s320/edit+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304167287631402258" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our next picture is me and Deo again, in front of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo City&lt;/span&gt; before going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/span&gt; with our family. It was boring waiting for my mom and dad. They got lost for almost 20 minutes. We (me, cousins, Deo) didn't notice the fountain before because it didn't come out. Then it was like a blast, so cute and we went out to take pictures. It was raining but it's okay. I loved it anyway. The queue for Sentosa Island was like poor people busy waiting for their turn to take their "donation" from a government. Astrid took this pic. I cropped it as the size was quite big and not enough for blog-photo so whatever. Sentosa Island was fawesome. And scroll your mouse, son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZwwDIhBiqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CEI6PpsCdcY/s320/edit+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304167291519339170" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is us, from left: Deo - me - Astrid. We are at the Tiger Sky Tower seeing Singapore from the sky :) It was awesome. Actually my little sister was there as well but she's quite afraid of high so she didn't wanna join with us. She was stuck sitting beside Astrid, cowered. The expression of Deo was annoying. He ruined our picture, haha. Me too. Astrid was okay. She's quite photogenic. Before Tiger Sky Tower, we went to Skyride and Luge. Our first challenge in Beach Station. We sat on a flying thing and moved to higher place to ride the motorcycle. It was funny. Me and Deo were racing and I saw Astrid stuck behind a tree and tried to move the motorcycle to race again. The winner was unfortunately Deo -_- Me second and Astrid third. Our picture was A CRAP! I didn't print that out. Since it costs me SGD$20, my face looked like a fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had so much fun. Then we moved to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Merlion&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite far. We took the bus from Beach Station to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imbiah Station &lt;/span&gt;(Deo just told me to change this -_-). Mom and dad were having their lunch at Coffee Bean. We went down to the Merlion. We ate at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delifrance&lt;/span&gt;. I was drooling for Lasagna but we should wait for 20 minutes so Deo said no. I ate Conello instead. It was tiring yet so fun. I'm sorry I don't have any pic of The Merlion. Actually yes but you know I'm so lazy to download it from Facebook *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZwzPpUDGOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Qrc8-CweD7w/s320/P2130253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304170805016598754" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paparappaaaa! "Our family". 10 years from now, as we grow older and all, this will come true :) But of course our kids will be much prettier and handsome than him :b Speaking of him, his name is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erga.&lt;/span&gt; He is my mom's friend only child, he is 3 years and 9 months if I'm not mistaken. He's so cute! He played my PSP and when Deo took out his PSP, he immediately run to Deo and play Pepsiman. A little bit annoying as a kid but that's what makes him amazing. Cute ha? So, that pic was taken by Astrid at a small restaurant near Orchard Rd. I ate Nasi lemak which was quite good. It was not a chicken, it was a fish but still I liked it, thou. The picture was our first day in Singapore. I was supposed to get a rest for a while since I didn't get enough sleep a night before our flight at 8am. But I love Deo, I'd do anything to meet him soon and make him mine forever, son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZw5HyHlJ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/brwSoAzKmd8/s320/P2130261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304177267011037154" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deo - Me - Astrid - Thalia. Taken by my dad, thank you. This place was so cute. It was inside the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Museum. &lt;/span&gt;This place is called Rumah Wayang if I'm not mistaken. So we took a breathe for half an hour at that Yellow Circle thing listening to old songs there as you can see in the middle of us. We looked around the museum studying about Singapore's history. It was awesome. I didn't know the story was like that. It makes me wanna learn more about history through film. It has no connection with what I've seen before but I'm more than creative to stick em together. We were not supposed to take pictures in the museum since the rules says it's forbidden but Indonesian thinks rules are made to be...? You think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, there you go! More pics are on Facebook. Click on my Facebook&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (scroll down your mouse, son)&lt;/span&gt; and check it out by yourself :) I'm sorry I have no time to upload all the pics to this blog but this is all I got, tee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh anyway, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my valentine day was awesome. Friggin bloody awesome. &lt;/span&gt;I was like speechless. I love him more than anything. He accept me flaws and all. That's why I love you. Thank you for the Brinte. I love him but I love you more. Nyeheeee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough story to tell. Zi, you should give me a kiss :"&gt; I promise you I'll go to Spore again, son. Take care, love. Much kisses and hugs from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Self Control - An Open Door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Brinte-ing. In the mood for skyping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6564888152405944908?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6564888152405944908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/teehee-for-zi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6564888152405944908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6564888152405944908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/teehee-for-zi.html' title='teehee. for zi :)'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZwwCsnxjgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TWIaHGOAcfQ/s72-c/edit+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4453862254238135478</id><published>2009-02-16T23:28:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:52:54.713+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. I am in Jakarta again right now. Enough said. Yes, I've read Zi's blog just now and I'm more than sad I couldn't meet her up. Last day in Spore, I woke up at 7.30 and we (me and Deo) had a very sweet breakfast. I had been trying to find any free internet spot but I couldn't get it until it was almost 4 PM, I went to Singapore Visitor Centre and I saw someone using the computer in the corner. I asked Deo what was that and he told me it was a free internet spot. I immediately ran through the spot and checked my email. I had a bad feeling about Zi, and it was right. I received a mail from Zi a night before Singapore and I got it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a few hours before departing to Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;, nice. It's really bad reading her blog as she said "I was actually going to tear up", I was like wow.. I felt really, really, really bad as in OMG. Seriously, I promise I'll see you again very soon. Either you to Jakarta or me to Singapore again. It was so cute to hear her voice on the phone, so fun talking with her even only for a few mins. I wanted to go out again but unfortunately &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm afraid I'd lost since Changi Airport was like a castle &lt;/span&gt;and I was already in the boarding hall. Thank you, Zi, for driving to Changi just to meet me, have some coffees and cam-whore :) Thank you to Zi's boyfriend too. Nice to meet you, pal! Wondering what did you wear to Changi as you were nervous yet sex-cited, Zi? Ha ha ha. I'm just kidding sweetie. I love you anyway! Hope you two are well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are so gonna meet soon, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadya and Bf ♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Singapore pics soon, son!&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/741194657400296932-4453862254238135478?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4453862254238135478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4453862254238135478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4453862254238135478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6676892271770848314</id><published>2009-02-12T00:03:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:51:23.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZMGvbXpf8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/9fNCcasPn_4/s1600-h/The_Umbrella_by_luminatii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZMGvbXpf8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/9fNCcasPn_4/s200/The_Umbrella_by_luminatii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301588598215770050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. It's 2 days left to the day. I've sent an email to my girl named Zi to be my guide once I'm in Spore. I want to go to cheap restaurants, fun place(s) to go and else. I can't wait! I will stay at my mom's friend, quite close to Orchard Rd. It has a quite big room with one bed, so 5 of us will sleep on the same bed. I hope the house got an Air Conditioner *grin* I will take Garuda as my flight to go there and it takes only 2 hours to be at Changi Airport. The-must-thing I should bring is my Playstation Portable with Harvest Moon in it and my Ipod, both of them are things I can't live without. At Changi Airport, I will meet someone whom I really adore, the only one in my life, his smile could kill you, so be careful. I will be there for 3 days, so I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I checked the email and I received a short email from my University giving me the Letter Of Offer, finally. I immediately went to my agent in the North and I asked her everything. I should pay the fees for $8,000 and I wasn't able to pay that much using the NetBank as my limit was only $1,000. I asked her so many questions and finally we did it. She printed out the Letter Of Offer then called my mom to transfer the money using her bank in Indonesia, even though she has sent me a huge amount of money which fit enough for me for 5 months and will more than enough to be a guide for my hubby for (I hope so) 2 months in Perth. All I need to do is wait until my mom paid the fees and the officer girl will send me an account to activate it and enroll using online system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of enrollment, I should take at least 4 units for my university major this semester. The units are limited, I've decided which are the units I will take and I need to get at least one or two elective units regarding to hard core units at a time. It causes me a confusion as I do not know which elective unit I should/can take for this semester. I was planning to take Hitler &amp;amp; Stain and World of Languages but I'm afraid I should take the train to Joondalup which will take more than 20 minutes from my apartment. Both of the units are really interesting to me approving the fact that I love learning about "Story in the Past" and a little bit language :) But still, I'm not sure if that units are available this semester. I hope so, wish me luck. I'll enroll as soon as I get the receipt for this semester fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heard Rihanna's tragedy with Chris Brown yesterday, I would like to say sorry for those guys who already bought Rihanna's-a-million concert ticket this 12th of February. She was abused by her fiancee which was quite stupid. I'm not a big fan of her so I didn't buy Rihanna's ticket but I wanted to because I actually know most all of her songs and my favourite is "Unfaithful", just to show off. She never been to Australia, I will be waiting for her in..... Perth -sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm out for skyping. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6676892271770848314?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6676892271770848314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6676892271770848314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6676892271770848314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SZMGvbXpf8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/9fNCcasPn_4/s72-c/The_Umbrella_by_luminatii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3498439961356409335</id><published>2009-02-07T13:10:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:01:48.299+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Braces:&lt;/span&gt; It's a total painful. I've been wearing this braces for 3 days and it hurts so much. I wanted to wear this kind of thing because I thought I looked like Goofy. I wore it once in the past 2 years, I swear to God it wasn't that bad. In the first night of using the braces, I had a very fast webcam(ed) with my future and he said I looked like "Darla Sherman", the girl on Finding Nemo. I got this black and white colours for my braces cause me look like a zebra which is, not good. Oh my goodness, help me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;: Hi, valentine day is coming on the 14th. Me and my family was planning to visit Singapore for 3 days from the 13th to 15th. It's a brilliant idea since I'll celebrate my valentine (for the first time, unfortunately) with my future, in Singapore, getting a cheap chocolate and ice cream from the ice cream and chocolate shops. I beg mom so much for this *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School: &lt;/span&gt;I haven't got the letter of offer yet, I got the results already :) The thing is.. how can I get into Uni if I haven't received all the things I need to get? My mom said I should take care of it, if not, causing me not to go to Singapore. I will have my boring holiday for a month, filled with a pain of my teeth and I'm broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you: &lt;/span&gt;It seems like I can't breathe for not having you around with me. You are forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here it is: &lt;/span&gt;As usual. Boring day, boring Saturday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Pet Society soundtrack (d'oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Painful, I told you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3498439961356409335?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3498439961356409335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3498439961356409335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3498439961356409335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4874582684439428872</id><published>2009-02-04T20:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:55:01.274+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is fair.. -cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; watch Bullet For My Valentine this night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; access my portal to see my result, have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; returned the library book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My mom called me to make me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; even more, muthreeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Then now my dad was yelling at me and saying I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;without any reason why o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this holiday.. -crymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4874582684439428872?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4874582684439428872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4874582684439428872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4874582684439428872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-952599508953145274</id><published>2009-02-03T00:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:18:44.995+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fuck. You son of a bitch. I am tired. I need my holiday not YOUR holiday. I know you are busy, I know you have no time but work and else. I TOLD YOU I NEED TO FIND A JOB! I know 18 is nothing and I know world is getting much weirder than before. AND I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;CANNOT &lt;/span&gt;GO ANYWHERE BECAUSE OF, THESE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK ROBBER. FUCK YOU HOMELESS PEOPLE. GET A LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, think before you do anything. When you actually throw nails on the street, standing ovation. What you fuck people think is: the driver will get out and check what's happening with his car and that's when you steal everything, right? AND IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU, BECAUSE OF YOU FUCK HOMELESS PEOPLE, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; DRIVE, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; GO TOO FAR FROM HOME, I SHOULD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO WITH MY FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; LISTEN TO MY IPOD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; PLAY MY PSP WHILE I AM IN THE CAR. What you fuck people know is only think instantly and that is fuckin obvious you got THIS VERY SMALL BRAIN IN YOUR HEAD. Go fuck yourself in hell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FUCK HER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh my God, I want to go to Singapore and you got this Try Out on monday which will be the day after Singapore. I HAVE TRIED TO TEACH YOU THIS AND THIS AND THIS so we can go to Singapore together and have fun. But all you said was that fuckin mumble which made me wanna slap your face. And MOM IS TIRED. Don't you understand that, sister?! I have no money. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;go to Singapore using my own money because she didn't allow me to have a job when I was 17 oh my God. You don't know them. They have nothing to do once we're there, but they have planned it a week before the day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BLACKBERRY HYPNOTIZE(S) PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Screw them. We want to talk, have fun, whatever but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;Blackberry, PLEASE?? (It's actually a different kind of story =D) Again.. You told mom like LAST MINUTE. Thankyou.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am tired..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry. Way too rude, I know. People kept asking me why why why why why oh why. Shut up! It's none of your business. I need my privacy. I know it's how you appreciate me, how to be a good friend, thankyou, but I don't need WHY.. another bullshit when you ask me why :) This is me, don't change me. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Stone Sour - Through Glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;You name it&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/741194657400296932-952599508953145274?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/952599508953145274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/952599508953145274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/952599508953145274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4601138920788383465</id><published>2009-01-30T00:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:31:17.362+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi bloggers, it's been ages since I blogged properly. I am in Jakarta for a month anyway, having my holiday with family and friends, sadly no boyfriend :( I miss him heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I'm in Jakarta, I found a few things that are quite disturbing, annoying and totally useless. Once I arrived, I watched a television in my room and it automatically turned to this Indonesian Drama. The title should be sencored since I'm a nice person. So this drama was totally fucked up. It talked about this really poor little girl who lives as a maid with a very unbelieveable rich woman. This rich woman treats the poor little girl which DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. For God's sake, have you ever imagined the 'boss' asked her maid to tie her shoes, get the chilli using a toothpick, flush the crap in a toilet using a bucket and a bailer (if I'm not mistaken!), etc etc. Can you actually think?? Are you fuckin serious?? Is that an education TV Channel or just a stupid writer and director who actually goddamn creative and hypnotize all the people in the world to watch their 'awesome' drama? Hell yeah. When I watched it, I was like "What the fuck? Wait a sec, don't change the channel. I want to see what will happen after she did that..", and my sister was like "You will see the same thing every night, from 6pm - 10pm", and I was "FUCKIN DICK!! Can we just watch Powerpuff Girls?". Screw Indonesian Drama(s), they let underage people to watch their stupid drama(s) from 6pm to 10pm? Oh. My. Goodness. Be more creative, creative people. Your parents didn't teach you to do that right? Or all your drama(s) are based on your real life? :O You want your parents to watch that stupid drama and feel sorry for what they did to you? What.Everrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And did you notice that actually once they got a very successful drama with 'Ganryu' for example, then the coming soon drama would be 'Emily', then comes out again with 'Hwoarang' and such. Oh please. Then they basically have the same idea with the same prologue and what's the antonym of that? Haha. That is more OH PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, I think I'm sick. I need to get some sleep. I've been waiting for my boyfriend to come home. Here's a space for him beside me. I hope you guys have a good night. Bye xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently &lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; watching: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Powerpuff Girls - Abbracadabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Kishy kishy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Buzzy buzzy &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4601138920788383465?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4601138920788383465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-bloggers-its-been-ages-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4601138920788383465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4601138920788383465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-bloggers-its-been-ages-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4935937968691910284</id><published>2009-01-24T14:04:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:56:45.824+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi, I just finished taking a crap. Obviously, awesome since I haven't taken a crap for 3 days. I'm leaving again tomorrow, don't get bored. I know I often mention of leaving this 'awesome' town but anyway, you know my hometown is much better huh? Hold on a sec, I'm kinda out of topic so maybe we better flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a time, when me and my friend were in a bus going to city. We shared and talked about other people in that same bus and laughed out lout. Then there was this Chinese guy suddenly looked at us like, obvious. I took off my earphone and said "What are you looking at, Chinese?" then my friend responded in Chinese language. Then that Chinese guy laughed then moved beside me. I was like "OKAY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE??". That Chinese guy and my friend were talking in Chinese and both of them were really excited with what they're just talking. I was in the middle, sitting like... nothing to do. I took my iPod again then pretend that nothing happened at that time. 10 mins later, I took off my earphone again and my friend said "He's funny! *laughing*", and I nodded, doubt that. Then we talked again and laughed even harder than the first one with that Chinese guy. Then the driver shouted at us like this... "CAN YOU GUYS GET OUT FROM THIS BUS? NOW!!!". Me, my friend and that Chinese guy took our bag and immediately run through the door then tagged off. Lucky us it's near city so we walked and STILL, BABY, STILL, laughed so hard. Then the next day, I didn't go to Uni cos I got headache and influenza for 3 days. My throat was like hell, even it was fuckin hurt when you swallow your food T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And okay, I have no time left. I need to pack all my things and off to go tomorrow to meet my parents and all ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Yui - Goodbye Days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;I need your hug!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4935937968691910284?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4935937968691910284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-i-just-finished-taking-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4935937968691910284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4935937968691910284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-i-just-finished-taking-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2331761785577924663</id><published>2009-01-18T17:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:32:51.672+09:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT IS WHY THEY ARE PRECIOUS! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is January 18th 2009. 18 years ago, I was born. And here are all my friends whom I adore, who remember my birthday.. today ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIANDE TUNISSAR AZANO KARMAWAN ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy birthday honey! Brb 5 detik. Back. Here's the cake and the candle. Make a wish, baru tiup ya. Aku sayang kamu selalu dan selamanya. Stay mine. You are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finti, Jeshua, Fandy, Ines, Uyo &amp;amp; Mika ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[surprise] "Happy birthdayyyyyy!! Webcam Deo dong jadi biar kerasa Deonya ada disini. Cieeeeee asik deh ah romantis." [ceprot! dilempar kue ke muka gw]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astrid Safiera Pradipta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[birthday card on facebook] :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rydo Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ndut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 18th b'day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope ur boredness will disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syarifa Aya Savirra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday, Nad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josephine Prihadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, dear Freak-o ^^ wishing you a blast bday and thousands prayers :) i heart you most, lil Sis! Be your best version,always =] *kisseshugs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kafka Apriandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nad... Selamat ulang tahun, saya ucapkan, dan semoga semua impianmu menjadi kenyataan... Be the best by doing your best... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priska Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Happy Birthday my dearest best friend!!not much I can give you but our true friendship. Jangan bandel berlebihan ya disana. Hihii. Love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amalia Mas'ad Suweileh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naaad,happy bday hunnyyy =) love u,mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oky Adyaksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nadya! Selamat ulang tahun ya.. Makin dewasa,jd lbh baik.. Mudah2an taun ini smua keinginan tercapai. Amin.. Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dapit Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cie nadya vibestation ultah ni ye, moga tambah gaul, tambah gedhe dan tambah emo aje hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Istina Dwi Prameswari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nadyaa happy birthday! Yee eudh 18 taun bs kemana mana sekarang yaa hahaha :D maaf br kirim  skrg,aku kesiangan,dsana udh siang kan ya? Hope you have a very blast birthday, wuv you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thalia Ayu Fadhila ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday my best sisteeeerr semoga panjang umur sehat selalu lulus tambah cantik nurut JANGAN GALAK hehe i loveeee yyouuu sooooooo mucccchhh sist emmuah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad [via phone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anakku, met ulang taun ye lu. Mau ngapain aja rencananya? Asik minggu depan pulang. Nanti kamu ke city ga? Maksud babe kalo lo ke city gua nitip Iphone sama Blackberry Javelin itu.. Kabarin babe secepatnya ya. Baik baik kamu! Jangan kebanyakan ngerokok, permen nikotin aja kalo kamu mulai nagih lagi. Kita sayang kamu. Udah dulu ya, yok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aldy Shekoski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthdaaaay yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;semoga cepet kurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;wkwkw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;semoga jd anak yg berhasil....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;berhasil dalam program dietnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wakakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal;"&gt;Cherika Novianti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, happy birthday, Nad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal;"&gt;Dnov Karmawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;met ultah. oke? [SUPER DATAR...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends via Facebook ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you so much for the birthday wishes. I really really really appreciate that :) Especially for Meisyani Paramitha, Renda Haniefa, Steven Sugiono, Astrid Haryanti, Jevon Davenport, Agra Cesarienne, Labschool Friends, Davita Ramli for the Chocolate Ecstacy, Narendra, Amanda Citra Ayu, Bianca Deesse, Tri Ayumi, Muhammad Fachruddin, Rieko Tsuji, Adinda Nityasari, etcetc. [other 68 notifications, LOL.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And definitely.. GOD (???) Okay. For growing me up? Err, okay again. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THANK YOU. THANK YOU. ZILLIONS OF THANK YOU FOR Y'ALL :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May God bless you, bacons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: SUSHI, AUSTRALIAN DOLLAR, AND ICE CREAM ARE ACCEPTED AS A GIFT ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2331761785577924663?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2331761785577924663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-is-why-they-are-precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2331761785577924663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2331761785577924663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-is-why-they-are-precious.html' title='THAT IS WHY THEY ARE PRECIOUS! &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4024994447692160034</id><published>2009-01-15T16:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:54:31.291+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a little bit bored with the layout I own now, the font is apparently too small. The thing is, I was about to get the basic layout from Blogspot but then I don't know how to put all the boxes on the right side as many people do. Well, I don't give a shit :) So, hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My final exam is coming this monday. 3 days to go to my birthday. Seriously, I have no idea about what to write since nothing special. I'm sleepy. So, out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4024994447692160034?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4024994447692160034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-little-bit-bored-with-layout-i-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4024994447692160034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4024994447692160034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-little-bit-bored-with-layout-i-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6469621959839213931</id><published>2009-01-09T19:45:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:06:38.892+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since everybody talks about their 2009 goals a lot, I probby would like to write mine. Basically, I don't do goals and such since I never reached my goal(s) in the past years. My goals are pretty much the same with my birthday wishlist(s) this years, so here goes my goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stop smoking for real, since I've quit from last October for no-I-dont-smoke-at-all :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go to UNI in February and enjoy the major cos I'm kinda are-you-serious? T.T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't be such a little kid who wants to get everything by snapping your finger one time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook, Blogspot and MSN are nothing compared to my assignments (???)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Make our relationship last forever ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Find a job? Probby, haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English is FINALLY my first language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PRAY 5 TIMES A DAY PLEASE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's pretty much it. Oh well, 7 is nothing but to be ticked as "mission accomplished" is GAH! Those goals are not that important except for number 5 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm bored here. Trying to do my presentation for next Tuesday but have no idea at all. It's really hot outside, have no mood to have my lunch and such in City. Need my Jakarta again, on 25th of Jan till 22nd of February, yay! But no Deo, wish I could go to Malay instead of Bali or &lt;s&gt;Kalimantan&lt;/s&gt;. Oh well, have a good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Muse - Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Dizzy &amp;amp; Lazy&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/741194657400296932-6469621959839213931?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6469621959839213931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-everybody-talks-about-their-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6469621959839213931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6469621959839213931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-everybody-talks-about-their-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-9059280531893598434</id><published>2009-01-08T18:35:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:59:43.725+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unique Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SWXJFnG55WI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FjpWoKGnN1A/s1600-h/asasaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SWXJFnG55WI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FjpWoKGnN1A/s200/asasaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288854435650987362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that is the award. It's a really cute award I got from &lt;a href="http://wideyblogey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wida&lt;/a&gt;. She cbox-ed me on December 29th if I'm not mistaken, tagging me to grab the award. I'm sorry for the late update of my blog, especially for this award, I've been quite busy these days since final exam is coming and skype drives me crazy, for real. LOL. Again, each award has their own rule -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Pajang award ini di blog anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There, above :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Beri judul 'The Unique Award' pada postingan anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see up there? But it'll come up with a small-tiny sized font.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Jawab 3 pertanyaan ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Benda unik apa yang lo punya?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t's not as in WAWAWIWA total unique but I own this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deathnote &lt;/span&gt;given by my hubby. You're not allowed to see the content of that notebook unless you're him. And this blog, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Apakah elo mengoleksi benda benda unik? Kalo iya sebutkan apa saja!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I've mentioned this thing on the first question, idiot. Oh well, I don't collect unique things but I own a few things that I find it quite unique such as my phone. It has a Ganryu from Tekken 5 sticker and no one own that ha ha ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Apa penyebab elo bisa membuat dan mempunyai blog yang 'unik' ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't even know. Suddenly she tagged me and I got this award. Destiny or a miracle? I know I'm awesome BAHAHAHA *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Berikan award ini kepada blogger lain nya yang punya blog unik seperti punya lo! (boleh berapa aja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letoileaustral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Josephine Prihadi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://sexystoryteller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Atalya Ticoalu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I done? Cool. Have a good night, guys! I miss you, anyway. Take care &amp;amp; stay mine &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Indonesian Idol - Cinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Thirsty (?)&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/741194657400296932-9059280531893598434?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/9059280531893598434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/unique-award.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/9059280531893598434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/9059280531893598434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/unique-award.html' title='The Unique Award'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SWXJFnG55WI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FjpWoKGnN1A/s72-c/asasaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-6363322779791033829</id><published>2009-01-05T21:10:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:24:08.435+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom, may I go to Malaysia this January? I'll be having a month holiday, I won't stay in Jakarta that long, I need some air.. I need more oxygen, and I can only have it in Malaysia, there, in Kuala Lumpur, there at his condo. If I could, I will then bring someone else with me, to accompany me. I desperately need him :'( God, let it be! I want him forever &amp;amp; I'm sorry for being emo again :'D I want him forever, for God's sake! I need him to move to Perth as well, I need WAAPA to accept him too. Please do what he please. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you, again. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Diande Tunissar Azano - Speeding Cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Described enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-6363322779791033829?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/6363322779791033829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-may-i-go-to-malaysia-this-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6363322779791033829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/6363322779791033829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-may-i-go-to-malaysia-this-january.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2601914401607879822</id><published>2009-01-04T20:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:09:38.724+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Every single day I spent with you, was always amazing. That's why I want to spend my lifetime living with you. I LOVE YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Deozano, January 4th 2009, 10.14 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 6.30 AM. It was cold and quite dark inside the room. Still filled myself with a very heavy blanket and my favorite boslter. I looked at my phone then called Deo. The conversation was like usual, we started with "Rise and shine, Nadya Ayu!" and I told him what time he should be at my house. While waiting for him to go to my crib, I took a shower. He came at 6.45 AM and we gone upstairs. We spent the last morning together in my room and talked talked and talked. We went downstairs and off to go at 7.45 AM. There were mom, dad, my sister, me, and Deo in the same car going to the airport. At 8.50 AM, Deo and me went to the check-in room. He was on the left side, Malaysia Airline boarding at 11.10 AM, whereas me with Garuda Indonesia at 10.25 AM. I hugged mom, dad, and my sister before we go to the waiting room. I hugged Deo like I couldn't let him go. Then we went to Starbucks, spent the last face to face conversation there. Crying and stuff. That quotation above was his writing 11 minutes before we go to a different way of boarding room. I cried soooooo many times and I couldn't let him go. I hugged him tightly and he said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I promise you Nadya Ayu, I will NOT leave you. I love you, it's not forever but for ever and always. I way too much in love with you, Nadya Ayu. I mean it." &lt;/span&gt;He kissed me, wiped my tears, hugged me, kissed me again. We said goodbye, waved at each other then I went in. He was still standing in front of the gate while I was walking through the waiting room. On the plane, I cried a lot. I read the Deathnote from the first page. I wrote something. I have been crying, Deo. I have been crying.. It makes me the worst person in the world for not being able to be with you every single minute, like what we did in Indo. We've been through everything.. I know we're more than tough, LDR is nothing compared to our growing love.. RIGHT, DEO? This holiday, was the most bestest loveliest holiday ever, pumpkin. I wish I could turn back the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are our daysssssss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17 December: Airport, baggage room, car, home, stay a night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18 December: Kelapa Gading. Cut Deo's hair, bowling, Sushi Tei, Gramedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19 December: Make over. Stay at my crib all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20 December: Mall Taman Anggrek, KFC Kemang, Ochie Virra Arddhe Deo stay at mine &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21 December: Plaza Senayan without Arddhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22 December: Ambassador picking up my new Nio, Acep's girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23 December: TWILIGHT! &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24 December: Eastern Promise, Kemang :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25 December: Merry christmas everyone! No Deo today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;26 December: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday, Thalia Ayu Fadhila! &lt;/span&gt;Plaza Semanggi. Family. Madagascar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;27 December: Sushi Tei with Deo, Astrid, Thalia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28 December: DVD TIME! Toy Story &amp;amp; Wall - E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29 December: FX &amp;hearts; PIM &amp;hearts;hearts; (Arabian "boxing" tragedy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30 December: No Deo :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;31 December: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make over Joker &amp;amp; Vampire. Junior's. THE MOST BESTEST NYE Party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 January 2009: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEST DAY EVER! &lt;/span&gt;Full day with Deo. Bolt at BP's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 January: Ochie's crib. Hanamasa (FINALLY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 January: Spend the last evening with Deo at my crib :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Farewell :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's pretty much about it. I'm afraid I'll miss you more. I miss you already, thou. I want you forever. I love you, forever and always. You mean everything to me, pumpkin. Thanks. Thanks. I know thanks is never enough but thanks. I'm eternally yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;iTunes is still unavailable -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Deoing. Deoful. Deosome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2601914401607879822?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2601914401607879822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-single-day-i-spent-with-you-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2601914401607879822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2601914401607879822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-single-day-i-spent-with-you-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7504577135242241967</id><published>2008-12-31T02:05:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:12:40.392+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEW YEAR IS ABOUT TO COMEEEEEEE, BACONSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Counting 2 more days &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you actually imagine? My birthday is near as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And tomorrow will be me and Deo's costume party at my cousin's house. I'll be a very cute vampire and Deo will be Joker. Sadly, I'll be leaving this Sunday. May I stay, please? :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi, I'm crazy about you man! I hope it shall be forever, deal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currenly listening to: &lt;/span&gt;The Beatles - I'm So Tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;MISS YOU SO BAD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7504577135242241967?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7504577135242241967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-is-about-to-comeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7504577135242241967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7504577135242241967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-is-about-to-comeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5419119198012764744</id><published>2008-12-29T02:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:59:27.613+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Monday. Hell Monday. I have been spending my days with my loved ones here, in Jakarta for my mid-term break. Just finished watching Disney Movie Marathon, Toy Story and Wall E with Deo. It was a total fun, when we watched Toy Story, my little sister suddenly came to our theatre room and brought this hairspray kind of thing. She asked me to hide it behind my back, then once the movie finished, spray it to Deo's hair andddd we did a good job on it :) His hair became green like "Joker". It was our plan as well to be Joker on New Year's eve. Well actually it was me then Deo said he's much better to be Joker so he should perform better that day, right ya? Back to our Disney Movie Marathon Night, my mom just gave us satai for dinner. Bengski ate all of that satai really fast and paused the movie. Had a little break, we played as Joker and took heaps of picture :) Continue with Wall E. Ate Pangsit Goreng! Finished with Wall E. That time then came......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was crying while hugging him, tightly. He's too much for me. I love him too much, too. I don't want that day to come. I want him to go with me. I want him forever and always. I wasn't staring at his eyes like, this close as usual.. I was busy talking to myself and wanted to slap my face zillion times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could turn back our times together. I want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The day when we just arrived to Soekarno-Hatta Airport then he hid behind that spin thingamajig for our luggage and he kissed my forehead for thousand times. We didn't talk in "aku-kamu" way, still with our best friend way cos it seemed awkward :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The day when we were in my living room upstairs and read Lawak Kampus. He opened my Dark Knight Present, all his tee(s) given by me, we hugged and stuff :) He stayed a night at my crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The day when i woke him up at 7 in the morning and he thought it was his brother. I hugged him and open the curtain, yelled "RISE AND SHINE, PUMPKIN!" but he was mad at me and slept again till 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The day when we had our Saturday night in Kemang having our Roti Bakar Eddy with all of &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; our best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The day when we had our Wednesday night at Eastern Promise watching a jam session the night before christmas. We laughed, we hugged and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The day when we had a little fight before deciding where should we go. Then we finally watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; and it was a total romantic moment ever of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Too much to describe. (not) enough love for him from me. Nadya loves her Deo, indeed, too much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's pretty much about it :) It's confidential, supposed to but oh well XD Have an awesome and amazing new year, bacons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;:')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Brian McKnight - Moody's Mood for Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-5419119198012764744?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5419119198012764744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5419119198012764744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5419119198012764744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4092824205224163440</id><published>2008-12-25T22:05:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:50:58.764+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think I deserve to be here in this weird world with zillions of weird people! This year is somewhat the worst year I've ever had. Problems come like every second until he came to fullfil my life. Even it's not the end of hell. I don't feel like I can enjoy my days. I don't feel like anyone can understand me albeit they know I'm known as a very childish and emotional person. 2009 is about to come.. Please let me smile even for a while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for being so emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Black Dahlia Murder - Funeral Thrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Grateful????&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/741194657400296932-4092824205224163440?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4092824205224163440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-think-i-deserve-to-be-here-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4092824205224163440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4092824205224163440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-think-i-deserve-to-be-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7808780362266598742</id><published>2008-12-24T02:22:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:52:42.311+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi bloggers! Been ages right? Not really. Oh well, I'm in Jakarta in case you didn't know. I've been spending my days with my loved ones, especially with this cutest guy in the universe :) One day with him seems like a year. I went to Gading today, we watched Twilight. For God's sake, i'll give you 2 out of 5 of stars. It was good. I love Bella, she's fuckin cute and Edward deserves her. The thing is, WHY A VAMPIRE?? One more thing, Deo got the idea of "how did Bella get all the information that fast? She's too smart. It's a movie, they should be creative like.. a tactic perhaps? We knew the ending already. Errr, we or just me? El oh ellll. Anyway, I just don't like the movie but I like the fact that Edward was actually really good at choosing the romantic words to Bella and I basically didn't really get it -_- Lucky me I own this very clever, intelligent, and nananana boyfriend who knows everything except.. fashion :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH. THIS IS THE BOMB MAN!! Do you think that this new rising band "The Changcuters" was actually inspired by "The Horrors" OR "The Horrors" was actually being copied by "The Changcuters"? What I've been studying is.. based on their picture, here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SVEijSfbzGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1oFG9IrbAVc/s200/horrors.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283041827536751714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE HORRORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SVEijSff0VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZMBcVW0AbFI/s200/palingkeren.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283041827537015122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE CHANGCUTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that the same buuuuuuttt pretty much like it. I found one picture in a teen magz. One of The Changcuters hair (The left one) is REALLY Joshua Vibestation. The picture itself, The Changcuters member (The second one from the right) 's hair is REALLY Spider Webb. So if we arrange one by one, it goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faris Badwan:&lt;/span&gt; The Center of Changcuter's member&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua Third:&lt;/span&gt; The left one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomethy Furse:&lt;/span&gt; The right one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spider Webb:&lt;/span&gt; The second from the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffin Joe:&lt;/span&gt; The second from the left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;iTunes is currently unavailable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;WHOAHHHHHHH! I miss you &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7808780362266598742?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7808780362266598742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-bloggers-been-ages-right-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7808780362266598742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7808780362266598742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-bloggers-been-ages-right-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SVEijSfbzGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1oFG9IrbAVc/s72-c/horrors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8433269287827906687</id><published>2008-12-20T01:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:16:50.098+09:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYYYYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; AM GOING TOOOOO.. SHOW OFF THOUSANDS OF PIC OF US ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHIzz54qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Pvf1URpoK7s/s1600-h/DSC01877+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHIzz54qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Pvf1URpoK7s/s200/DSC01877+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281533942182830754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHHtwQbwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/70g-hOfVC5A/s1600-h/PC181959+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHHtwQbwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/70g-hOfVC5A/s200/PC181959+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281533923377049346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHGizIJdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mu-zg2gjCOY/s1600-h/PC181962+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHGizIJdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mu-zg2gjCOY/s200/PC181962+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281533903256430034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHFJ43SiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Rc_5q8B7pfY/s1600-h/DSC01865+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHFJ43SiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Rc_5q8B7pfY/s200/DSC01865+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281533879389735458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally.. DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S THAT MEAN? :) I've been spending my days in heaven, man. This is heaven, I'm serious lol. Hiperbola :P I'm tired. I played Tekken, Spongebob Squarepants on my PS, ate like a monster, everything. I can't stop smiling. So, I hope you guys have a nice day and happy weekend! Oh, and.. I wuff you &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Paramore - Decode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;SUPADUPAMEGAEXCITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-8433269287827906687?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8433269287827906687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/yayyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8433269287827906687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8433269287827906687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/yayyyyy.html' title='YAYYYYY!!'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUvHIzz54qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Pvf1URpoK7s/s72-c/DSC01877+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1757646033767131610</id><published>2008-12-17T12:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:26:55.225+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDONESIA = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BANGSAT &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kenapa? Perlu ga sih dijelasin lagi? Itu duit buat korupsi masih kurang juga buat "ngehidupin" keluarga sama nyari plus bayar perek di tempat dugem? Gila ya. Sampe fiskal aja dinaikin jadi 3 juta. Kurang makmur apa sih lo pada? Lo ga kasian sama nyokap gue banting tulang nyari duit buat ngebiayain gue sekolah di luar negri? Terus sekarang lo smua pada bangsat dengan seenaknya naikin fiskal dengan harga yang GA MURAH. Pikir dong pak, pake otak! Kalo nyokap gue meninggal gara2x kecapean nyari duit buat gue cuma gara2x semua harga naik, apa2x naik, pajak naik ini itu naik, bisa ga lo gantiin nyokap gue? Terus gue mau jadi apa kalo udah gede? Ini belom apa-apa pak. Kalo gue udah kerja mau jadi berapa tuh fiskal? Satu triliun? Sinting kali ya. Kurang bikin emosi rakyat ya pak? Apa kurang muasin diri sendiri? Lo dong yang rasain jadi orang-orang yang tinggal di luar negri. Cape ga sih apa-apa aja disana udah pada mahal. Kasian kalo mereka pada mau balik ke Indo ngunjungin keluarga malah disuruh bayar macem-macem lagi pak. Kalo mau korupsi juga ajak-ajak rakyat dong jangan egois. Jangan mentang-mentang lo bisa nguasain negara terus lo jadi seenaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;INI JUGA PRESIDEN TOLOL BANGET SIH. Lo ngerti ga sih kalo lo bangsat? Dulu aja ngomong lo bakal bikin Indo makmur. MANA? Melarat iya.. Gausah carmuk deh lo! Muka lo udah jelek, gausah ditambahin lagi jeleknya. Lo semua bisa ketawa ngeliat semua demo yang dijalankan oleh rakyat, emang annoying. OH MY GOD FOR GOD'S SAKE lo gabisa ngeliat mereka menderita ya? Hati lo pada ditaro dimana deh gue tanya? Tapi lo ga bisa ketawa lagi kalo lo udah disiksa di neraka :) Jadi nikmatin aja deh tu seneng-seneng smuanya. Gue tinggal senyum doank kok ngeliat lo pada udah di atas peti mati, diupacarain (penting ga sih???), terus masuk ke lobang kubur, selamat mencicipi makanan baru setan-setan! Apalagi Bapak SBY, cepet tobat ya pak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EH UPDATE! Kata pacar gue, SBY udah tau dan dia ga setuju. Hahaha YEAH RIGHT! Sekali lagi gue tanya, pemimpin negara disini siapa bang? Mau nungguin kabinet pemerintah kek, pemilu ini itu kek, lo juga mau ga mau bertindak dong T.T Jangan mentang-mentang harus tergantung sama MPR DPR gitu lo jadi iya-iya aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalo gini caranya gimana gue mau jadi diplomat? :( Kalo masih ada "kakek" gue kan gue jadi tau perkembangan politik Indo, jadi gue bisa belajar buat ke depannya gimana. Nyerah? Liat nanti. Ga kok, kalo gua udah jadi diplomat gua kaga akan korup dul. Santai, paling korup duit emak dikit buat beli komik baru -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1757646033767131610?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1757646033767131610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/indonesia-bangsat-kenapa-perlu-ga-sih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1757646033767131610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1757646033767131610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/indonesia-bangsat-kenapa-perlu-ga-sih.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5114196468535926098</id><published>2008-12-16T16:31:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:51:48.167+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE BEEN TAGGED, AGAIN. OH GOD T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syalalla.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lala&lt;/a&gt;, the silly cheaky little thing girl tagged me (again!) to answer these following questions. Thanks to Lala for tagging me T.T Please this is the lasttttt, I love you. Okay? LOLLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rules are simple. Use google image to search the answers to the questions below. Then you must choose a picture in the first page of results, and post it as your answer. After that tag 7 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here. we. go! *poof* [no, no, just kidding]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Age of My Next Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUde8fNRXNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QzYqwS6nhbE/s200/2454438537_dbebc8fce6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293481377520850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm turning 18 next year. Actually next January which about to come :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Place I'd Like to Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUde8XLrBRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YQKzJKxgFLw/s200/vienna3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293479223330066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vienna? WHO DOESN'T WANNA GO THERE HA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUde8k2teoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/njgtfz6orkc/s200/kids-bedroom-furniture.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293482893507202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Bedroom. No, no, it's not mine but I just like the the the.. err, the NEVERMIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUde8vdyWeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eRtm5nFbV9o/s200/bakso.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293485741758946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I MISS BAKSO MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favourite Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdgRWIbE2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q2mJ6m3Kong/s200/681gz20.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294939230147426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdiezj_eHI/AAAAAAAAANo/kNUPTYFR2kA/s200/B000JLKIHA-5-lg.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280297369491961970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deathnote book &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my Ipod. I'd rather die than stay without em :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Colour(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUde8jN07EI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8FP76UuEiFs/s200/big_china_black_granite.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293482453593154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;City I was Born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdgR8LaRoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FtD5r-Ybtyw/s200/photo_lg_jakarta.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294949443225218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;City that You've Ever Lived In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdgSALuGOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ep5LJqQ4XR4/s200/perth_city_kings_park_night_view.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294950518266082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nickname I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdgSXX2UpI/AAAAAAAAANA/cXeJMT7JlzQ/s200/Hotel_Darioush500x375.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294956743152274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know exactly what's that supposed to mean. It's a hotel in Iran, if I'm not mistaken &amp;amp; it's somewhere called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kish&lt;/span&gt; which is my nickname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;College Major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdgSjMul9I/AAAAAAAAANI/B27VE0KQeNM/s200/nbe0046l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294959917733842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Media and Social Culture *winkwink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name of My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdiefMOmQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MsRuNAe0GQg/s200/Joshua_rysunek_by_neigeuse_fadette.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280297364023580930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. He's invisible. My real darling is on the right box :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Bad Habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdiegAcsaI/AAAAAAAAANY/587OvZJyFhM/s200/Recent-Work-biting-nails.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280297364242608546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biting my nails for God's sake I hate that but I can't stop it -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdierfVpNI/AAAAAAAAANg/wD6-TDytw0U/s200/slim-psp-white.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280297367324959954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUdiezUXEfI/AAAAAAAAANw/_-e6DFUXqYk/s200/nike-dunk-high-sb-pee-wee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280297369426399730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PEE WEE HERMAN DUNKS. OH MY LORDDD! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm done. Fuckin tired -_- Those picture cannot be organized so it just came up randomly at the top of the page then I should drag it down till it gets to the right place. Nyah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and luckily.. I tag &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;, yeay! Due to my laziness. So, I'm leaving tomorrow. For those who celebrate it,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;happy christmas day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; happy new year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Andante - Seandainya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;BLAH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-5114196468535926098?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5114196468535926098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-tagged-again-oh-god-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5114196468535926098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5114196468535926098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-tagged-again-oh-god-tt.html' title='I&apos;VE BEEN TAGGED, AGAIN. OH GOD T.T'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SUde8fNRXNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QzYqwS6nhbE/s72-c/2454438537_dbebc8fce6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3379474799519910092</id><published>2008-12-15T18:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:51:37.092+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Hi, I am Joshua Vibestation from The Horrors. I just received a message that you are one of my fans that called me from MySpace fans call, is that true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(SCREAM OUT LOUD) Yea yea. For Joshua's sake, is this the real Josh? I did call you a long time ago. I thought you wouldn't give me any answer since you're pretty much busy these days with your tour around UK. (SCREAM AGAIN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh shit I hate that noise. Kills my brain and my ears (LAUGH). Anyway, how are you err.. what's your name? Let me check. Nadja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha sorry I'm just being too excited as I'm your die-hard fan. I'm doing great. How are you? It's Nadya. Spell it with N to the A to the D to the Y to the A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, die-hard fan? Cool. Haha. I'm awesome awesome, thanks. That's kinda hard. Weird name (LAUGH WITH HIS FRIENDS). No, I'm joking. I just had my drug balloon in case you didn't know. Okay, so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT'S JOSH BIRTHDAY TODAY! REMEMBER 15TH OF DECEMBER SWEETY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh. Happy birthday Joshua! Oh my Goodness, you're calling me on your birthday! Wish you all the best and good luck with The Horrors UK tour! I'm still speechless oh my God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Christ. Thanks, Nadja. I just wanna say thanks for your message on MySpace. I really appreciate that. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, no worries..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh and if you wanna come to my party tonight, it's at Faris' house. Drug balloons night party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah sure. Cheers for the invitation. Not for the drug balloons (LAUGH). Enjoy your day! Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You too. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you imagine if you get a call like that from your &lt;s&gt;future husband&lt;/s&gt; favourite artist? Seriously can you? CAN YOU? Lol. It's Joshua Von Grimm Vibestation birthday today! No no for those who didn't know, it was a joke. If it happens, I'm so gonna shit in my pants and faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway anyhow, it's Monday now. Yeah, Josh birthday (FYI again :D) and tomorrow is Tuesday (for those who's stupid) and the day after tomorrow is yayness day :) Out for 2 weeks. Stop blogging, might be. Don't miss me -shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*poof*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;The Horrors - She is the New Thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MEGA&lt;/span&gt;excited. Lunatic (??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3379474799519910092?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3379474799519910092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-i-am-joshua-vibestation-from-horrors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3379474799519910092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3379474799519910092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-i-am-joshua-vibestation-from-horrors.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-728719059720892185</id><published>2008-12-14T15:11:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:38:28.186+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. It's Sunday again, lolll. Don't you feel bored? Oh well. I got a few things to share with you today. It's about Facebook and such :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Don't you feel awkward when someone who added you actually ask your name like 'nama lo siapa'? Dude, do you have another question that can be asked besides that one? Seriously, that's fuckin awkward, haha. Some people might tell you the name again when they ask that stupid question, but when it comes to me I'd be like 'you added me man, terus lo nanya nama gue siapa? ga liat apa itu di atas tulisan bold nama gue siapa?'. Hahahahaha awkwarddd (Jonas's style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. There's a friend request.. Then you approve them, then you don't see your boyfriend/girlfriend as their mutual friend. Later, when you see her/his profile, you'd see 'she/he's now with friend of -your boyf/girlf'. The hell?? It's just because I put the person who's in the relationship with me -.- Fuck random people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I hate it when someone comment me with these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mind to intro?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what's your religion?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how old are you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thanks for the add when actually you're the one who add me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I think I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for MSN, Skype, or Yahoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I hate it when random people add me. When I ask them a random question or a statement like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hey thx for the add but do i know you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hi sorry if i sound rude but do i know you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who are you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where did you get my ID?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so on so forth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those questions will be answered only with "their name" or "no i just wanna be your friend" or "i got it from Friendster" and I'll be like.. FTW?? I never put my Yahoo ID on Friendster -.- Liar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They are sometimes not friendly. Grawrrrr! They just reply like not more than 3 words. Yeah right -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I think I'm done, lolll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyyyy. I'm counting 3 days to yayness :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Feist - 1 2 3 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Sleepy. Exhausted. Excited then&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/741194657400296932-728719059720892185?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/728719059720892185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/728719059720892185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/728719059720892185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7141359124756406653</id><published>2008-12-12T21:55:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:03:44.050+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"I feel discouraged and down at times. I have this hypochondria. I felt like this before way often, anyway. But I promise I'll be better one day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS: Sorry for all the cbox(es) that I haven't replied yet. I'll be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Mariah Carey - Hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Too much pain. Not okay.&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/741194657400296932-7141359124756406653?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7141359124756406653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-discouraged-and-down-at-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7141359124756406653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7141359124756406653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-discouraged-and-down-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1701284288087918237</id><published>2008-12-08T00:23:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:33:38.562+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU, DEO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't you know that I miss you so much??? I've been trying to call you but your phone still "cannot be reached at the moment, please try again in a few minutes" then changed to Melayu then Chinese language. FTW. I'm dead -_-" I'm crying, haha. Get back soon! I want skype. I need you &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Counting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; days to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YAYNESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Counting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; days to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DEONESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; days to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMGNESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Crying. Numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1701284288087918237?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1701284288087918237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you-deo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1701284288087918237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1701284288087918237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you-deo.html' title='I MISS YOU, DEO.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3509032681352815888</id><published>2008-12-06T19:34:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:15:45.793+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pissed off day is over already, now it's time for BORING DAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I've been online (again) for 5 hours. I woke up at 2 PM and I saw Ines was busy playing Harvest Moon on my friend's PSP. Then Fandy was sleeping beside her, hugging her as well. I was like "I need you here, Pumpkin!" haha. Then I went to McD to get some breakfast. Then now I've been sitting here in the balcony, alone. Fandy and Ines were fighting for an hour, yelling at each other. I think he was totally fed up with her. I didn't really hear what they were talking about as I was busy reading One Piece online and biting my nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, in Indonesia.. especially Jakarta, all of teenagers love to hang out on Saturday night. Their favourite places to hang out are Kemang, Pondok Indah Mall, and Tebet. Those place are actually known as "GAUL ISLAND", if I'm not mistaken. For mom and dad, just an information for you parents.. Your kids would love to have a drink as in alcohol and such, go to clubs, and smoke fags. Even though they tell you that they are actually going with their friends to a mall, or friend's house, it's a lie, seriously. You know, kids? Even they're still 13, they smoke, they dink and drance, lol. Your parents might don't know that you're lying, until at the end.. You are the one who fill yourself with anger and rage. You yell at them, slam the door and don't talk to them for a day, then you call your friend and sneak out until your parents cry and call all your friends to find you. You immediately tell all your friends to lie to them such as "Hi. If my mom call you, tell her I'm not there with you!", right? Haha. No offense for you guys, but it's just a basic stuff parents should know. This is literally a lesson for me as I used to be you. I just have no courage to that again to them, but for some reason, MAYBE I'D LOVE TO MUAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I just realised that I should improve my lousy grammar here. It's so embarrasing when you know an English expert read your blog and find your stupid English written here. I need a private course for this. I write everything here in English without even checking every grammar. I envy all my friends who can speak English fluently, then talk to their overseas friends in English. I basically do that but NOT that fluent as I live with Indonesian's here haha. We're supposed to have an English day on Friday but she left Aussie already so I speak my native language as usual -_-" So, I think what I want from you guys is "Wish me luck!" please? Haha. Speaking of language, I have a friend here from Semarang. Her English is I-can't-even-understand-every-word-she-speaks. One day, she had this presentation where a fluent English was seriously needed. All of our friends in that class were like "Mind to speak slowly?" or "Could you please repeat what you just said?" and when she basically asked some questions for us, we answered "I don't even know what you just explained to us. You didn't use a powerpoint slide," and I was like "Wow that's a direct hit man!" and I explained everything she just said in front of us. After the class finished, my friends were talking about her. Her English is... MEDOK :| What's the proper word for that? Lol. Well, whatever. SO, THE THING IS... Help me to improve this language T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;End of my boring blog today. I miss him ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Jamie Cullum - Photograph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Boring &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Excited! Counting 11 days to yayness :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3509032681352815888?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3509032681352815888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/pissed-off-day-is-over-already-now-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3509032681352815888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3509032681352815888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/pissed-off-day-is-over-already-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2914681638636163274</id><published>2008-12-04T14:34:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:36:05.262+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;AS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2914681638636163274?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2914681638636163274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2914681638636163274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2914681638636163274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5550650835454639709</id><published>2008-12-03T13:38:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:54:13.625+09:00</updated><title type='text'>VLOG WALKING ADDICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi again. I've been busy these days :) I'm starving anyway. Oh, I'm having a new addiction of Vlogging which I found randomly from Youtube. So here goes 4 people that I've subscribed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/hexachordal"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/communitychannel?ob=4"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=mememolly"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=charlieissocoollike"&gt;Charlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've seen all their vids and apparently, Tom is the bomb! I'm not going to talk bull here, so be quick to click those awesome people and happy watching :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Ashlee Simpson - Outta My Head (Ay Ay Ay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Starving &amp;amp;&amp;amp; excited of Jakarta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-5550650835454639709?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5550650835454639709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/vlog-walking-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5550650835454639709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5550650835454639709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/12/vlog-walking-addiction.html' title='VLOG WALKING ADDICTION'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7793065227173700822</id><published>2008-11-30T01:11:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:57:14.831+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi. It's sunday morning here :) I just woke up at 12 and I remember 2 people just gave me blog awards since last month BAHAHA. So I put the awards together, here it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STIMfjPTnlI/AAAAAAAAALY/y6PbCBnudmY/s200/award.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274291849779191378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the first three was from &lt;a href="http://freakylife.co.nr/"&gt;Freak&lt;/a&gt; and the last one was from &lt;a href="http://judotenslab.blogspot.com/"&gt;Judotens&lt;/a&gt; :) They actually have some rules which are:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put the logo on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nominate at least 7 other blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Add links to those blogs on yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave a message for your nominees on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've already put the logo on my blog. I've already linked the person who awarded me. Ohmygosh just be confident with yourself. I'd give these awards to all of my friends, joke joke. I told you just be confident with yourself, so link it! I'm busy. A message? Hmmm, hope everything gon' allright and have a nice weekend. I think I'm sleepy (yawning) byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** I'm just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jealous. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Beat of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Ragged &amp;amp; Wacky&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/741194657400296932-7793065227173700822?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7793065227173700822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7793065227173700822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7793065227173700822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STIMfjPTnlI/AAAAAAAAALY/y6PbCBnudmY/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5569952880450527531</id><published>2008-11-29T15:43:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:58:53.477+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WISHLIST AND JAKJAZZ =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jak Jazz 2&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;0&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's on his way with his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everything's gon' allright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Counting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;17 days left&lt;/span&gt; to yayness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my birthday is about to come, next January. So I've planned everything :) And I got 18 wishlist because I'm gon' 18 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD0CoCMpBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0QcMmwhyDJ0/s200/Clamshell_iBook_G3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273983489594401810" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD6cRKAXqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Tk32Iw_xqZo/s200/Nudie_Jeans_by_asphyxiat3d.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273990527199501986" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD0DDeRASI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aBpu-jLAu8c/s200/vampira_by_anhelos.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273983496959885602" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD8ejmIMvI/AAAAAAAAALI/FCF6xEDl3yo/s200/brittanykramerlargemsg1al1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273992765532287730" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD6crNLIhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/p5ZT9gmyKRM/s200/0106_one1_sm.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273990534192112146" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD3FVBbQQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/u6jlDbJq_8Y/s200/_ps3_by_inverse_ion.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273986834565382402" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD3E7Fy_dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1i8Bd-FspAg/s200/Vienna_by_focusgallery.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273986827604393426" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD0DHUwxNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CTwO0pSeOM8/s200/the_twin_tower_by_orenjuz.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273983497993766098" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD8ej8t8VI/AAAAAAAAALA/2ETS_05aBVc/s200/Guitar_Hero_by_MCRsk8erboi.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273992765627035986" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD6cqrJI6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/edaYvzEV9KI/s200/horrors.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273990534049375138" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD3FFOk05I/AAAAAAAAAKA/FY4cGZnsyDk/s200/The_white_horse_by_Imitjdesajn.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273986830325568402" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD3FUWD20I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/si56m_3zrac/s200/Skinny_by_Topshop_Tot.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273986834383493954" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD3EoJl5UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uL2HlaIn4lw/s200/japan_by_atelierkei.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273986822520038722" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD6c0d2ffI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VwKIHEXy_I4/s200/IMG_2894.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273990536677981682" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD6b142NVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4Ltw4RI9Qh4/s200/Drago_the_Dragon_by_Learai.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273990519879775570" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD0Cs1YQnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08EusppfSyY/s200/n1008142612_30191101_3399.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273983490882814578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, let me describe all of my wishlist(s) one by one.. err, briefly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clamshell iBook G3&lt;/span&gt; - A custom notebook from Apple. I found this cute notebook from a movie Legally Blonde :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nudie Jeans&lt;/span&gt; - At Subway DC. It will cost you like more than 200 bucks! You are not allowed to wash it within 6 months. I want the High Kai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyetooth&lt;/span&gt; - MUAHAHAHAHA. I'm an evil and I'll bite you &gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That hair&lt;/span&gt; - Just awesome. I won't cut my hair till it grows like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Piece Action Figure&lt;/span&gt; - Since I'm in love with Zorro, I NEED HIM! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playstation 3&lt;/span&gt; - I think you know what I mean here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIENNA&lt;/span&gt; - Ohmygosh. It's really hard to beg my mom to go there. I envy her! She went there once and I really wanna go there aswell. Mom, I'm begging.. I'm begging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt; - This January holiday please please please? :")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guitar Hero Controller&lt;/span&gt; - For my PS2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Horrors&lt;/span&gt; - I need their massive poster with a cute frame in my room :) Joshhhh! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Horse&lt;/span&gt; - I'd love to give her name as Vienna :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Skinny Body&lt;/span&gt; - JAHAHAHA. Pstttt!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAPAN&lt;/span&gt; - My anotherrrrr dream vacation. Like, next holiday? :D I love their language!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My best friend&lt;/span&gt;s - I miss them. I need them. Pris, Amel, Saphy, Obi, and beloved Thalia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drago the Dragon&lt;/span&gt; - I want another Drago to accompany my D*Junk here! Hihi. Get married, perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but the best&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;DIANDE TUNISSAR AZANO KARMAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I desperately need to meet him like very very very soon! I'm eternally yours. I love you, forever and always ♥♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you. Have a nice weekend. Mine is pretty boring, thou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Queen of the Stone Age - 3's &amp;amp; 7's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Starving &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Worried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-5569952880450527531?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5569952880450527531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/jak-jazz-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5569952880450527531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5569952880450527531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/jak-jazz-2008.html' title='WISHLIST AND JAKJAZZ =D'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/STD0CoCMpBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0QcMmwhyDJ0/s72-c/Clamshell_iBook_G3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-1447264996052675067</id><published>2008-11-28T00:21:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:27:24.628+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SS67f5AGb4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SLB5o19IJ0w/s1600-h/nyanyanya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SS67f5AGb4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SLB5o19IJ0w/s400/nyanyanya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273358370249011074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counting 18 days left to YAYNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-1447264996052675067?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/1447264996052675067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-18-days-left-to-yayness-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1447264996052675067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/1447264996052675067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-18-days-left-to-yayness-i-love.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SS67f5AGb4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SLB5o19IJ0w/s72-c/nyanyanya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-8323501450697932647</id><published>2008-11-27T20:49:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:15:02.301+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Random.. I got nothing to do and I'd love to post these random questions ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div id="ln0" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;1. How many texts are in your inbox?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;2. Where did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: In city, with Ines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln9" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;3. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Diande Tunissar Azano Karmawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln12" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;4. Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Diande Tunissar Azano Karmawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;5. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Yea, and it shall be forever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;6. Who was your last text message from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Deo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln21" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;7. How many TRUE friends do you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln24" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;8. Have you ever kissed anyone named Michael?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;9. Who was the last person you rode in a car with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Fandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;10. When was the last time you cried really, really hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln31" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Err, I might say last month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln33" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;11. Who took your profile picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln34" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Which profile pic? For Friendster "by myself" &amp;amp; for Facebook "Renda".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln36" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;12. What woke you up this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Morning alarm by Deo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln39" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;13. Have you ever driven without a license?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln40" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Still :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln42" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;14. Do you want someone dead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln43" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Haha, yea. Don't ask who!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln45" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;15. What did you do today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln46" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Playing with my PSP, went to City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln48" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;16. Whats your fave flavor chips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln49" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Barbeque, Hot &amp;amp; Spicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;17. Bourbon or vodka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln52" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Neither Bourbon nor Vodka. What's Bourbon anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln54" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;18. Alcohol or drugs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln55" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Bahaha. Question for faggots :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln57" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;19. Blonde or brunette?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln58" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Definitely brunette. I prefer maroon, thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln60" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;20. Which do you prefer - eyes or lips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln61" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Lips :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln63" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;21. Like anyone at the moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln64" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Yeah ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln66" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;22. Ever had your heart broken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln67" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Bah, it happened like 3 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln69" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;23. Do you miss anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln70" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: YEAAAAAAA! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln72" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;24. Who's the last guy you spoke to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln73" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Jeshua Darryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln75" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;25. What's the stupidest thing you've ever done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln76" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: I do stupid things all the time. But the stupidest? TONS! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln78" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;26. Who's the last person you wrestled with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln79" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Fandy, bahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln81" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;27. Do you listen to your friends' advice when they give it to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln82" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Sometimes. It depends on what kind of problem I have, but basically I'd listen to them. Just LISTEN :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln84" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;28. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln85" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Chatting and had a skype for a while with my Pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln87" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;29. Has the opposite sex been in your room before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln88" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln90" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;30. If you can have one thing you want right now, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln91" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: New laptop, eyetooth, perhaps... MALAYSIA ON JANUARY PLEASE? T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln93" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;31. What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln94" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: It's not a dream. It's the real him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln96" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;32. What are you excited about right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln96" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: PFTTTTT. I won't tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln99" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;33. Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln100" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Cry over the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln102" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;34. Who’s the last person you got into an argument with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln103" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Dad. I NEED A NEW LAPTOP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln105" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;35. Do you trust people easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln106" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: No. Definitely no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln108" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;36. Your favorite number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln109" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln111" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;37. Could you go a day without eating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln112" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: NOOOOOO. Eat is my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln114" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;38. How much do looks matter to you in a boy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln115" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: 50 50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln117" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;39. When was the last time you had your hair cut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln118" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Last September and it was awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln120" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;40. Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln121" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln123" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;41. Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln123" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: Depends on the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln123" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;42. Are we done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln123" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;: YEA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln123" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln123" style="text-align: justify;padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS! :) And my name'a Nadya.&lt;/span&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/741194657400296932-8323501450697932647?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/8323501450697932647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8323501450697932647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/8323501450697932647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7054909825073794948</id><published>2008-11-27T14:41:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:16:33.477+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is seriously boring. The alarm was very loud as it was a morning call from my Pumpkin :) He's having his final exam again today, I guess it's err.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Law&lt;/span&gt; and he made a palm card for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Good luck then, BAHAHA. I can't barely open my Facebook, I did turn off the Windows Firewall, clear all the cookies and restart the notebook, it still didn't work. I texted my dad that I really really wanna get a new notebook but he hasn't replied yet. This notebook is seriously not COMPATIBLE T.T help me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection&lt;/span&gt; to gain the level of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tekken_5_Dark_Resurrection"&gt;Tekken Lord&lt;/a&gt;, I'm still &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raijin"&gt;Raijin&lt;/a&gt;. If you click the Tekken Lord, it will be showing my hottie, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_characters_in_the_Tekken_series#Lili"&gt;Emily Rochefort&lt;/a&gt; :) She is gorgeous! I can beat all the enemy up with a perfect score and she's is now in the third position of other Tekkens. Me and my friend, Fint, wonders if we can finish this game within this month but I guess the answer is NOT. We enjoy this game immensely! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm outside now. It's friggin cold for God's sake. IT'S SUMMER DUDE! T.T oh and me and my friend &lt;a href="http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dasya&lt;/a&gt; will go to a huge festival in 2009 called &lt;a href="http://www.soundwavefestival.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soundwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't got the ticket yet since the earlybirds tickets are all sold out. I can actually purchase that on the web using a creditcard and such. It's kinda expensive unless I wanna wait for the real ticket on December available in all music store. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I put too much link here, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Savage Garden - I Knew I Loved You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Still hyper-excited ♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7054909825073794948?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7054909825073794948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-seriously-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7054909825073794948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7054909825073794948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-seriously-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7316682718261522054</id><published>2008-11-25T18:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:44:27.057+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got back home from Uni. We were having a lil prob about the quiz. It'd be today but nobody did the reading so my lecturer cancelled the quiz. Apparently, she blamed all the students for not emailing her. I did, but she didn't get it I guess. She's very strict, I hate her. She's actually nice but she's strict -.- When she gave me the essay, she told me I did a good job but when I see that paper, I was like "THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL A GOOD JOB, MADAM? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I FAILED YOUR ESSAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" then I talked with her in private, she said it was a quite good essay but the structure was bad. The score was seriously a crap. It's 48 out of 50 T.T I could get pass instead. Then we watched a movie called eXistenZ which was a good movie :) Then she gave me the presentation score, and she told me "You're really good at it. Keep that!" I was like, should I trust you? -.- But when I open the paper, she gave me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credit.&lt;/span&gt; I smiled :) It was nice and unbelieveable as I didn't do anything. Indeed, haha. I did the slide last min, and I cried all night long. My boyfriend was getting crazy and he helped me through it. He was the one who actually support me in everything, that's why I love him heaps. Oh, he's having final exam. Yeah, and wish you luck, Pumpkin. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy weekend, everyone! Or is it only for me, actually? Oops, sorry! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;The Ataris - Looking Back on Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Superduperhyper-excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7316682718261522054?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7316682718261522054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-got-back-home-from-uni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7316682718261522054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7316682718261522054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-got-back-home-from-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-4482983942134645045</id><published>2008-11-23T20:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:11:43.219+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday bloody sunday. Happy sunday :) I'm wondering, why sunday? It's sun and day which actually would be sunny all the time. It's apparently raining so it should be rainday? Why don't we just put like sleepday or relaxday? It's too long I know -_- I mean, let's be creative haha. I wanna change "sunday" to something that'll be better :D I basically have no idea, muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be having a lil quiz next Tuesday. It'll be only 5 questions with a very short answer but I bet I'll answer nothing. I haven't studied yet cos it's sunday. It's all about cyberculture, do you know what's that? Go to Mr. Google, asap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoaaaaaaaahhm, I'm sleepy. I really wanna go skyping tonight but God doesn't allow us to :( Msn will help, I suppose? See you there, Pumpkin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Aerosmith - I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-4482983942134645045?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/4482983942134645045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-bloody-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4482983942134645045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/4482983942134645045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-9090436906426047150</id><published>2008-11-23T00:29:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:02:40.695+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy saturday night but it's actually 12.30 AM already but I bet you all are now having fun outside. I just got back home from "Singapore" with my friends. I wore a hoodie and a boxer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I own a Playstation 2 now in my apartment, YAY! It's Fandy's but me and Jesh are often get bored so we decided to take Fandy's Playstation as well as the games :) I will bring my Guitar Hero later. I was planning to buy the new Xbox 360 or Playstation 3. We will share fifty/fifty to get that "cheap" stuff (IF POSSIBLE -.-) cos we got our own list actually, this game will be the first and the best one.. HELO3 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been waiting for Deo. He's watching a jam session with his friends and will skype again tonight :) BUT, not gonna be as long as we usually did cos I only got 1 gig left in my broadband usb T.T 3 will gimme the 7 gigs back on December 6, which will be 13 days from now. So be patient baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more assignments to go before THE DAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Counting 25 days &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt; BMTH - Pray the Plagues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Ansos &amp;amp; Mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-9090436906426047150?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/9090436906426047150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-saturday-night-but-its-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/9090436906426047150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/9090436906426047150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-saturday-night-but-its-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7092672042270078230</id><published>2008-11-19T04:26:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:49:31.814+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The clock is now showing 04.27AM here and I can't sleep seriously. Maybe it's because I can't sleep or cos I'm not sleepy or I don't wanna sleep or I keep thinking of everything in my mind? I'm just done skyping again LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW, dereshishishi :) And he's playing Soccer Evolution with his friend, my friend's "friend" aswell. Can you get it? 0.0&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually got two assignments that should be submitted THIS FRIDAY WHICH IS 2 DAYS FROM NOW AND GOD DAMMIT I HAVEN'T TOUCHED IT YET T.T I'm so lazy you know me haha thank you. I'm getting fatter and fatter. And actually I should've promised you guys about the blog called "purpose" isn't it? I FORGOT muahahahaha nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about futuuuuuuuure, I'm still confused either &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;media and social culture&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sociology&lt;/span&gt; perhaps &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antropology&lt;/span&gt; perhaps &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;international studies&lt;/span&gt; =D I honestly really really wanna be a diplomat since it's really good to have tons of new friends. But speaking of new friends, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've actually convinced myself as a very anti-social and RACIST girl might be in the universe &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was planning to take the media and social culture cos it's really nice to learn about culture (D'OH!) and it's not only culture but political views aswell. I love politics man! But I hate politicians since they do shinzit by their own and corruption, I suppose? As they're part of government so yeah. ANYWAY, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ASEAN; UN; Deplu; WWF; PBB; UNICEF;&lt;/span&gt; and such are my dreams man! ASEAN FOR REALLLLL.. I really wish I could :D The problem is, I NEED AT LEAST 3 OR 4 INTERNATIONAL LANGUAGES which are English, Mandarin, and France. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MANDARIN?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MANDARIN?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MANDARIN?&lt;/span&gt; Okay.. BUHAHAHAHA! If you don't know me, you should get to know me.. Here, listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chinese is a total hell, DAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No offense for Chinese-es. If I like you, then I'd love to talk to you. If you're my friend ALREADY, then I don't mind. But at a glance, I hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, did I just say I hate Chinese? I'm sorry. Being a Diplomat shouldn't do that :D They must be very berry friendly, calm, and respect to others :) Does that mean I should learn how to appreciate people? Yeah, indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep, STILL. Better listen to my iTunes then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Anberlin - Day Late Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; 35% pissed off, 15% sleepy, 50% starving and loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7092672042270078230?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7092672042270078230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/clock-is-now-showing-04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7092672042270078230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7092672042270078230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/clock-is-now-showing-04.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-2970487915327202278</id><published>2008-11-14T20:47:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:33:25.667+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It makes me the worst person in the world for not being able to see, hug, and kiss you every single minute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my all-time favourite song. Iono why but I just hate it when anyone else likes it bahaha. Selfish? I know :D I'm giving you the lyrics but I won't give you the song. I actually got this song from my very old friend in Amsterdam :) He's a very very good friend and sarcastic. Fuckin sarcastic but I love him. I often cry when I listen to this song. And and and, I hate it cos they didn't actually release the video clip. This is a soundtrack of a movie series called I forgot o.o But someone just played this in piano MARVELOUS!! He gave me the tutorial on youtube and sent me the tabs :) Sadly, I only can do the reff. It's hard -.-' SO, I'LL GIVE THIS SONG TO MY BELOVED "BEST FRIEND" and let him play this to me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in&lt;br /&gt;We smile for the casual closure capturing&lt;br /&gt;There goes the downpour&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my fare thee well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only so many words that we can say&lt;br /&gt;Spoken upon long-distance melody&lt;br /&gt;This is my hello&lt;br /&gt;This is my goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again&lt;br /&gt;Straighten this whole thing out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy&lt;br /&gt;This is the distance &lt;br /&gt;And this is my game face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no way to reach me&lt;br /&gt;Am I already gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is your maverick&lt;br /&gt;This is Vienna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-2970487915327202278?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/2970487915327202278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-makes-me-worst-person-in-world-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2970487915327202278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/2970487915327202278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-makes-me-worst-person-in-world-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3621432793000134139</id><published>2008-11-12T22:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:09:14.284+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys :) Been busy with school and stuff. I just submitted my first and last assignment last Tuesday and I hope I'll get AT LEAST credit. Nothing much for today. I woke up at 12 and cleaned up the whole house. The kitchen was like hell in the morning then I tried to clean it up but not as perfect as I imagined before. Ratih dropped by at 5 and we &lt;s&gt;stole&lt;/s&gt; bought McFlurry oreo, cheeseburger, large fries, and a pack of Marlboro menthol for &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; her. We went back and I took a shower cos it was friggin cold outside god dammit. Then we watched some vids on youtube and sing-a-long on singsnap :) We did record ours and sent to her account. I didn't have it since I have no account on singsnap.&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;div&gt;And I got this vuerrrrryyy funny video from youtube. Bahahahahahaha! I'm so lazy to open the youtube and copy the link so just put &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad TV: Can I have your numba? (mad funny)"&lt;/span&gt; and it will make you cry out loud, not. We also watched this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"moymoypalaboy"&lt;/span&gt; :) These guys are really cool, for real. And errrr, I think I'm done. I'll have a skype like there's no tomorrow again tonight. I have no classes tomorrow but should do the report for next Tuesday and readings for my next presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice day! Don't forget to wear your Spongebob underware. It's on sale here :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-3621432793000134139?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3621432793000134139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-guys-been-busy-with-school-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3621432793000134139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3621432793000134139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-guys-been-busy-with-school-and-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-3226664312709969260</id><published>2008-11-11T02:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:33:39.167+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I AM NOT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;KEEP THAT IN YOUR FRIGGIN MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/741194657400296932-3226664312709969260?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/3226664312709969260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3226664312709969260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/3226664312709969260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-5197023270448937283</id><published>2008-11-08T14:26:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:54:28.808+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A FAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This might be the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1829838739472001736&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times I talked to my mom about my current situation. It's all useless. I've told her about what's been happening here, I've begged my mom for zillion times that I hate being here for my education's sake. But again, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ruin all of my assignments. I don't talk to anybody. I spend the whole day skyping like there's no tomorrow. That's the only way I can feel so much better. Even chatting, it makes me even worse. They don't read a personal message I guess. If they want to talk to me, then they talk. If they think they can take care of me and help me solve the prob, then they talk. And you guys are all useless. Got it? Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom did tell me that we need to have a chat once I'm in Jakarta. But then she told me the different kind of advice, today. She asked her friend in her office to go here and FIND A NEW APARTMENT FOR ME, God dammit what the hell is she thinking? She thought Perth = Jakarta. Yeah, mom. Mommy has been spending her money for me :) Ok, let me change it. Mommy has been WASTING her time and money for a girl like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. Ok. I know it's just my fault. I know I know you guys are totally getting bored with this so again... Just S.T.F.U cos I don't even need your advice and stuff. And I don't even care if you ask me "why" or "what happened, Nadya?" :) So, you better read this carefully. Oh and.... Wish me luck for my assignment due this Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*poof!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lady GaGa - Poker Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Zzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-5197023270448937283?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/5197023270448937283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5197023270448937283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/5197023270448937283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/failure.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741194657400296932.post-7499034358107637474</id><published>2008-11-06T10:27:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:14:50.347+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SRJLu4byFPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YJUR6mRV4yg/s1600-h/404px-Saw_V_New_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SRJLu4byFPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YJUR6mRV4yg/s320/404px-Saw_V_New_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265354183144510706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. Based on the picture above, I bet you guys will recognize what am I going to write :) But unfortunately, I won't give you even a very short review because I'm afraid I'll give you a spoiler NYEHEHE. Well, I watched it yesterday. 7 pm at Hoyt's Cinema in Garden City (known as: Garbo) We were late, we bought the ticket at 7.25 but that's fine since I didn't really get excited with that bloody Saw V. Watched it already? Aw, come on.. Are you serious? Well ok, here.. I'm giving you the link. But since I hate Wikipedia, so I put the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1132626/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMDB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :) - Mind to click the capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the movie, I was bloody busy texting with my "bestfriend" but I often peeked at the screen. I hate blood. That's the only thing. Fint had her wages yesterday from Gelare and Sizzler so she's rich now yeah I envy her, tsk. That's why I nodded when she ask me to watch this "awesome" movie. I puked. Seriously, I puked. Blood everywhere. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was surprised by the antagonists. Both of them were really smart. At last, this officer girl's hand got cut by this machine because that's the only way if she wants to unlock the door and finish the game&lt;/span&gt; (OOPS, Spoiler! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear to God, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT WOULD BE THE FIRST AND THE LAST TIME I WATCH SAW&lt;/span&gt;. God dammit, haha. Then me, Mika, Fint, and Jesh went to McD. It was me cos OMFGOMFGOMFG.. T.T I can't stand blood man! I couldn't scream so I did bite my bag all the time and close my eyes and shaking and and and and... finally, PUKE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today's plan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Lunch in City at Seoul Barbeque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Buy Lego Batman and Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII for PSP Portable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Rent I-Robot and Blade Runner for my assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Online-routine: Skype like there's no tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to&lt;/span&gt;: Britney Spears - The Hook Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Half happy half dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741194657400296932-7499034358107637474?l=apathykish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/feeds/7499034358107637474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7499034358107637474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741194657400296932/posts/default/7499034358107637474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apathykish.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Vibestation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915001389771061261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SwWGzsx-nsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EBElCXdd094/S220/Photo+on+2009-09-27+at+09.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnBGN3gjLs0/SRJLu4byFPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YJUR6mRV4yg/s72-c/404px-Saw_V_New_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
