<?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-14144732</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:38:19.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinkchos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-3997276055920651590</id><published>2007-02-04T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:52:04.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 sept 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;i watched the movie WTC with SoEen` yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;del&gt;and &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i felt ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 September 2001 has again, for new generations and my own, exposed that vulnerability ... in broader and even more important ways. What the events of 11 September 2001 have laid bare is the reality of disconnections between human beings. It is a reminder of the tragic price paid repeatedly in the past when human beings fail to recognize, value, and work to enhance their common humanity. And a warning of the still greater price to be paid in the future if we cannot learn to overcome the human inclination to seek security and well-being for one group of human beings by identifying another group of human beings as evil. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One cannot but be overcome by the many individual horrors and tragedies of 11 September 2001, by the suffering of those injured and killed, and of those whose lives have been irremediably altered by the loss of others. And one cannot but feel anger at those whose actions caused that suffering. But the lessons of human history are clear and compelling. There is no well-being, no security or invulnerability, to be found in the demonization of other human beings. Violence begets violence, in an unending and ever more tragic cycle. In the midst of the emotion of pain and suffering and tragedy, we need to continue learning to be wise, not to deny our emotions but to use them as a foundation for actions that yield greater meaning and purpose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the events of 11 September 2001 reveal is the existence of a very angry and very well-organized group of human beings with access to quite significant resources who were largely invisible to, or at least ignored by, most of us. It is the existence of that group of human beings, and, most importantly, their estrangement from large segments of the rest of the human community, which is perhaps the most important reality laid bare by the events of 11 September 2001. In an ever-shrinking world in which technology puts ever greater power in the hands of individuals, we cannot any longer afford to act in ways that cause humans to become estranged from one another or to ignore estrangements when they occur. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are a human community, and among our greatest strengths is the differences among us. They are to be feared only when they are accompanied by estrangement. We need to hear each others' stories, so that we can better tell and retell our own and, in doing, contribute our own pieces to the continually evolving human story. And we need not only to feel but also to reflect and think, to find the new and still better ways to make sense of the world we find ourselves in ... and to remake it anew. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loss of innocence is both painful and necessary. There is no way to guarantee well-being, safety, security, happiness. But we can get less wrong, learn from the past, not remake mistakes by which humans themselves worsen rather than lessen human vulnerability. It is a time to take the time to feel and reflect and think, to tell and listen to each others' stories, to commit ourselves anew to finding ways to tell our collective human story in a way from which no one feels estranged. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;with that I pray, for all of the innocent lives... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9999;"&gt;mengheningkan cipta di mulai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i pray-choss*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-3997276055920651590?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/3997276055920651590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=3997276055920651590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/3997276055920651590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/3997276055920651590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2007/02/11-sept-2001.html' title='11 sept 2001'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-8095140645825180106</id><published>2007-02-04T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:53:22.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love that hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It&lt;br /&gt; makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest, it&lt;br /&gt; opens your heart, and it means someone can get inside&lt;br /&gt; you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses.&lt;br /&gt; You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing&lt;br /&gt; can hurt you. Then, one stupid person, no different&lt;br /&gt; from any other stupid person, wanders into your&lt;br /&gt; stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don't&lt;br /&gt; ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss&lt;br /&gt; you or smile at you, and, then, your life isn't your&lt;br /&gt; own anymore.  Love takes hostages.  It gets inside&lt;br /&gt; you.  It eats you out and leaves you crying in the&lt;br /&gt; darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should&lt;br /&gt; just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into&lt;br /&gt; a glass splinter working its way into your heart.  It&lt;br /&gt; hurts, not just in the imagination, not just in the&lt;br /&gt; mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-&lt;br /&gt;inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.  I hate love."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glad it didnt happen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sweet choss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-8095140645825180106?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/8095140645825180106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=8095140645825180106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/8095140645825180106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/8095140645825180106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-that-hurts.html' title='love that hurts'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-6871934579430986729</id><published>2007-02-04T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:55:22.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good nadia, bad nadia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt; Goes to work and makes $$$$. Ch-ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt; Finds a shopping place at the mall. Nooooo!! shopping till I drop..``-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt; Teaches new worker``- oww, sweet isnt?! hehe```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt; Stops at yard sale on the way to the bus stop. Danger, danger, Will Robinson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nadia may need to get her vision checked -- signs marked "Hallowe'en Costumes" appear to her as "Fun Clothes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt; Okay, there is no "Good Nadia" bit here. Nadia is badbadbad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;Buys 2jt vintage silk cloth. So soft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt; Is charging her bateria so that she can show her new finds to her bloggy friends. Soon!&lt;img src="http://piggiepink.spaces.live.com/mmm2006-09-13_01.00/rte/emoticons/smile_teeth.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted by choss``&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-6871934579430986729?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/6871934579430986729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=6871934579430986729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/6871934579430986729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/6871934579430986729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-nadia-bad-nadia.html' title='good nadia, bad nadia'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-873724098371944992</id><published>2007-02-04T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:58:18.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>defines L O V E</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6699cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ddefine LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9999;"&gt;What is love? Can you define it?A question which made me think,made me whisper : "are you sure?""where do you want to know it for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The seed was sawn in my mind so open:how to define love? kept on knockingat the door of my brains so oftenthat I couldn't resist the lovesong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99cc33;"&gt;Love is talk to youLove is listen toyour sweet words in my earthe sounds I Love to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Love is return each time to youLove is knowing what you like to do :when you are happy and when your downwhen you are a Pierrot and when a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ccff;"&gt;Love is hugging you any time a dayLove is kissing you all the way,From Amsterdam to Barcelonafrom Paris to Virona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9966ff;"&gt;Love is felt in every boneLove is when your heart has flownto your lovers place of lifethrough the imaginary rainbow at which sidethe pot of gold is waiting for you to cometo take it with you on your ride to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You know you won't need the golden metalbecause your love is not for sale but yet eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Precious as the sun is shining to your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;more precious as the health from them above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who found their eternal Love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to them who are due to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;on the ever growing wealth of love on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's why love makes living worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So Love is defined by devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and by the greatest man emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and by your true and sincere believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;in everything, without exception or deceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;by thinking every minute and hour a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;where she would be. How long she will stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because enjoying each others company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;is the last and largest agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and therefore, LoVe defines..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;choss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-873724098371944992?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/873724098371944992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=873724098371944992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/873724098371944992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/873724098371944992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2007/02/defines-l-o-v-e.html' title='defines L O V E'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-113381333585277946</id><published>2005-12-05T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:13:19.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle does happen</title><content type='html'>kesana kesini..&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i think about you maxie.. missing and have a guilt feeling.. i am sorrie... i miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;i then realise that you are much important in my life.. you are a small lil thing that cheer me n accompany me when i am sad.. but i seldom share my joy with u.. i am sorry.. i am sorry, i give u away, but i just cant stand it to see you stayed inside the cage all day, just to wait for me to get back home from school or work.. i am sorry baby.. i really am.. i love u and even till noe, i really do and i hope in our next life, we will be frend like bfore again.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, after weeks of being alone without maxie, i feel very very lonely.. and kind a miss baby maxie// eehh unfortunately i found him missing from the house that i gave him away.. oh my gosh.. i really have nothing to say, i really am very sad.. i am confuse.. i donno what to do... but it is too late... tante didnt tell me earlier and if i knew right on the second his dissapearance is i would do what ever it takes to get him back right in my hand.. i really want it to happen.. he is so tiny, and naugthy.. who woould ever want to hug him, love him, give him care? i doonoo.. will there someone else there that will love him as i do? haiyaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sso depress.. not in the mood in eating, not in the mood in studying, i keep on crying, keep on thinking about him.. but what can i do? i cant do a lil singlee thing! i am so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, on the second day i knew about his dissapearance, without fail, i still keep on looking for him in darling harbour, wishing that he is there... wishing that he is hiding back in the bushes.. but nothing showed up.. i am confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third day, i stayed up in DarLing HarBour, still wishing he would be there.. but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 4th day, i found a lil dog, very similar like maxie, black and white.. very naughty but not alone, he was with an owner.. oh noo.. that wouldnt be maxie isnt??? theen, i stayed and stared at it. It kept wanting to come over to me, but the owner didnt let. so i prayed and gave a go. i went towards it and greed the owner with :" oh, hi.. you have a beautiful dog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the conversation below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinkchos (ME) :" oh Hai, you have a beautiful dog! "&lt;br /&gt;new owner :" yeah, isnt he gorgeous??  i found him luring alone on the road in Broadway "&lt;br /&gt;pinkchos: confused -"really?? i lost mine.."&lt;br /&gt;new owner :"is he as naughty as mine?"&lt;br /&gt;pinkchos hug the dog and found a small lil dot that maxie has in it's body&lt;br /&gt;pinkchos: "hmm, it wierd coz my dog has this lil dot at its tummy and your dog has too.."&lt;br /&gt;new owner pretended like nothing happen&lt;br /&gt;pinkchos:" well, you dont have to worry, even if he is maxie that u found, i will not take him back.. i just wanna noe that he is in a good hand, that he is with some1 who love n fond him.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;it is very naugthy, doesnt wanna listen to the owner. but when i shouted "NO" oh heal no... he stopped and sit quietly. that makes me feel even sure that he is maxie......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, than you for everything.. i realise now, He always have everything plan for His people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You..&lt;br /&gt;I never been so lucky n happy in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Its a miracle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-113381333585277946?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/113381333585277946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=113381333585277946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/113381333585277946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/113381333585277946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/12/miracle-does-happen.html' title='miracle does happen'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-113332782072449273</id><published>2005-11-29T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:17:00.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to track</title><content type='html'>lol, it has been a long time ever since the last time i touch to my this blog huh? am glad i am finally back in track.. so hey ya all thank u for being there when i was down! jie ee jiee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, back to track lol - at last ya jos? huaahua.. finally realise something that i didnt know for a long time.. hmmm, ya ngga jos? akhirnya kebuka ya smuanya.. hehe.. we get back well though.. n hmmmm... friendship neva last lol.. gottcaa go to adelide sometime again.. remembering all those moments back with the lil prince maxie.. and the jumping around n about at hin's place, the fight, the bad, the good n ofcourse the boredome! haha.. the laughter, and all of other moments in Adelide.. miss those time lots.. huehue``..&lt;br /&gt;well, akhirnya mata kita semua ke buka lebarrr... sangaaat lleeebaaarr..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, untuk temen koe yg dua lg, yg satu di santa monica n yg satu di singapore, kita ngga jadi reunian di jakarteee, it isnt a good idea.. but have no choice to make.. sobz.. with the tears.. i cried! huahua. .apa chobaa pinkchos?! error eui..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. finally.. gott aloottt of stuffss to tell ya alll.. hehe.. tappiee brb doeloo nich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lup ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-113332782072449273?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/113332782072449273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=113332782072449273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/113332782072449273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/113332782072449273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-track.html' title='back to track'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112915884443203733</id><published>2005-10-04T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:14:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really miss my baby maxie.. aduuhh... zhi me pan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw ngga kuat neh.. kaga tahan bow.. mank seh susah unt punya maxie n di taro di kamar gw yg kecil getoo.. cuman gw kg kuat? gw kan ngga mungkin jaga maxie... gw kerja leh sekarang.. aduh, bener2 sedih gw kLo gw ke inget maxie di kandang... shit, am such a bad owner... ohh no...!! arrghhh``&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si libby ngga jadi ambil maxie, gw jg sempet binggung.. apa lg si maxie tuh bener2 nakal, dy sempet eo sembarngan di kamar gw.. argh.. gila, ampe tante marah2.. huahua.. hmmm maksudnya marah ma si ko anton sich.. coz dy tuh yg iseng buka kandang maxiee.. hehe... cmaan maxie teetep gemezin.. gw bener2 sayang bgt ma dy.. eh, tp gw sayang dy bkn coz dy tuh dr si mantan loh.. maxie is more than everything.. he is my first pet and maxie tuh someone yg bs cheer me up pas dl gw betee n seddih.. gw bener2 ngga nyangka smua ini kejadi ma gw... well, it is the past though.. haha.. dont talk about it anymore...&lt;i&gt;  memories yg tertanam 3 taon akhirnya terkubur di ati koe &lt;/i&gt; ... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sorry maxie, i have to let u go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget my maxie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112915884443203733?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112915884443203733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112915884443203733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112915884443203733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112915884443203733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-really-miss-my-baby-maxie.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112714915800455340</id><published>2005-09-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:59:18.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurricane</title><content type='html'>woow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurricaneee!! yuummiieee2, yuummmieee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY unt KO HENDRA!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY unt KO HENDRA!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY unt KO HENDRA!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY unt KO HENDRA!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY unt KO HENDRA!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY unt KO HENDRA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gila, nunggu makan di hurricane tuh bener2 nyebelin dhe! masa mau makan ajaah mesti nunggu berjem2 seh? aneh bt n resee kan tuh?! huh-* but it was great laggeh.. seru jugaa n dy bener2 nepatin janjinya unt duduk di sebelah gw.. huahua.. yaaa walaoo pun kg bener2 bersebelahan seh, tappie dy duduk di samping gw ajah dhee.. hauhua.. asiik kan? waktoee itoe seh br aja gw tau kLoo gw ad crush ma dy.. cmaan hmmm rasanya bLoom jg dhee.. gw sendiri binggung-* sobz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some pictures taken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/hurricane/a.jpg" alt="bdae" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ci evi, ME and ci nancy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/hurricane/c.jpg" alt="bdae" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pinkchos, ci nancy, ci sherly, ci evi -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/hurricane/b.jpg" alt="bdae" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ci Lina, ci Evi, nanad, ci Nancy -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112714915800455340?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112714915800455340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112714915800455340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112714915800455340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112714915800455340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane.html' title='hurricane'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112714733426967929</id><published>2005-09-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:30:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snowy trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, bLeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so sorry.. it really been a Long2 timee that i updated my bLog.. -*&lt;br /&gt;kind a busy.. well, went to snowy weeks ago and omg, it was awesome! i really enjoyed myself there ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went skiing and oh my, it was really great. walaupun dapet byk ocheee, blue black but i dont complain too much! coz it really was GREAT. can say the word MARVELOUSE lageee.... hihihi...&lt;br /&gt;theen, the snowy gank was good too, friendly, nice and sweet towards one another! ooh gee, cant image what it would be if i dont go there at tat time-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the latest update of the snowy pic then! huehue...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel free to see n enjoy ochie?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="the snowy gank" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/snowy/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the snowy gank-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="the snowy gank" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/snowy/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snowy gank, outside the bar-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="4cew" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/snowy/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4 cewe guenit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="snowy" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/snowy/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c nancy n me with snowman-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="snowy" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/snowy/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c sherly n me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``pinkchos&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/14144732-112714733426967929?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112714733426967929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112714733426967929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112714733426967929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112714733426967929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/09/snowy-trip.html' title='snowy trip'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112461301063423074</id><published>2005-08-20T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:30:10.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WL yg ganteng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ari ini ari yg bener2 indah.. ckck.. i am so happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi ari ini sabtu neh waktunya ke gereja getoo.. sobz, kan cman tiap 2minggu sekali yah.. jadi gw cman bisa ngeliat neh org tiap 2minggu.. sedih skalee..&lt;br /&gt;nama nya bloom pasti, umurnya jg kg tau, email nya apa lg, skul dimana, org indo mana gw juga ngga tau.. yg gw tau tuh cman klo dia itu Worship Leader (WL) and dy ganteng - ofcourse; baeee dhee! haha.. haha.. gelooo, pertama2 klie ketemu kaga ada apa2nya seh... cmaan dy tuh pas lg jadi neh WL ya kan gw dudul di 2nd row, then dy liat kitee mlulu (maybe coz we are so pink klie) haha.. trus bis gereja, pas lage refreshment, dy manggil kitee - ngajak kitee join jd singer".... bis ituu, deg dek deg dek dhee.. hahaha.. ngga dink, masi biasa ajah .. cman bis dari sonoo, ngga tau np, neh cowo kok jd perhatian kita2.. hauhau.. paisee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, apa salahnya coba? kite2 kan single smuee, ya ngga? ya ngga? huahau.. lgan juga kita maen2 ajah kok.. bLooom mendaleem.. hmmmmm... siapa yg dy suka yah? hauhuahua.. waaah... kita kok geer buanget seh? kya dy ada yg demen ajah ke kitee2... sobz buanget dhee..! karang dy jd bahan omongan kite2 neg.! adoeei, seruu abis dhe.. ckck.. hmmm, gilee pas jd WL pake jas billabong.. keren uei! truss sabtoe ini pake jaket kulit iteem.. but kewl abiz dhe toeeh.. ckck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dy duduk di kursi exactly depuaan kitee, pertama2 kitee duduk kan.. then kya 5mins after that pas kite lg seru2nya nge gossip (biasa, cewe kan suka ngegossip) ckck.. eeeeee, ngga tauunya neh dy inii duduk di depaaan kitee... arghh.. kita lgsung mo pengsan - njong "ini seh di tambah2 ma nanad" sobz huahua... kg ampe pengsan dhee... cmaan mulee tambah heboh dhee.. (kaga konsen lgsung) ckck.. kitee lgsung memulai menjadi detektive conan neh.. hmm mencari tau sebisa kite.. en sobz, cman ketauan namanya - not sure jg seh.. cman buku yg di pegangnya ituu tuhh ada tulisannya.. and tercantum di sono nama seseorang, yg kita tak kenal.. tapi yg pastinya tuh buku dy yg pegang so ya kemungkinan besar seh ituu namanya yaah? hehehe.. aduuiii... heboh abis dhee.... hehehe... sinting klie ya kitee.. huahua.. kok kya orang napsuuu getoo seh? ckck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaa begitu lah critanya ari ini di gereja...&lt;br /&gt;kata si em, gw ke gereja bukan uunt ketemu Tuhan, tapii malah ngecengin cowoo, mencuci mataa.. sobz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yet, i still think about my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yet, i still cant forget my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yet, i am still hoping my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112461301063423074?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112461301063423074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112461301063423074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112461301063423074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112461301063423074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/wl-yg-ganteng.html' title='WL yg ganteng'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112419413470384886</id><published>2005-08-16T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:26:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nehzgnim</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nehzgnim - read mingzhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;huehue.. have u ever realise how important our friendship are? i was shocked that we can be that close again.. well, after everything that happen to me and u.. ha ha ha.. yeah, i am so glad that we really are close.. hehe.. hmmmm, and i cant wait till december when i actually able to see u really smoking infront of me, coz its kind a funny u noe.. hahaha.. when u told me if i believe that u are smoking or not, then when i asked u back how if i do smoke too.. then ur answer was :"then i will tell u to stop smoking" haha.. isnt funny? u tell me to stop, yet u are smoking.. i mean, u stopped bfore but now u are continuing it again.. then, let me tell ya please do promise me lol.. hmm i write down here in the blog coz i noe u will be reading this lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey, hey.. still remember the time when we used to be when we were in sec school life? it was so funny.. hehe.. we sat together in da middle of class, the second row, then u will always be the clever one coz u are so hard working.. then u will nag at me, telling me to study.. well, since i am so lazy, never ever wanna study.. hmm then i still remember the time during chinese exams.. argh i am so depressss... then there u were telling me to study this and that.. hehe.. and then all the stuffs u told me actually come out and i manage to pass.. huehue.. i kind a jealous! u so clever.. ckck.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then remember when the time we had the bbq? huehue.. we kind a have a bit little party at jos's ! remember? i got drunk.. and that was the first time i really actually get to drink! hahaha.. i think it was me, bee hong and adeline that got drunk.. hohoho... then the next morning i actually had plan to go to zoo with the girls.. sobz.. but there jos was drinking tea and i was drunk.. ohh gosh.. i wish at that time you guys actually recorded what i ever said tat night... hahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="zhen" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;=- this gurl arh* smoke n smoke n smoke -=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;everlasting friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112419413470384886?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112419413470384886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112419413470384886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112419413470384886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112419413470384886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/nehzgnim.html' title='nehzgnim'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112406743337855863</id><published>2005-08-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:57:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L O V E // english version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;L O V E &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112406743337855863?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112406743337855863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112406743337855863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112406743337855863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112406743337855863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/l-o-v-e-english-version.html' title='L O V E // english version'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112406690257635332</id><published>2005-08-14T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:48:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K A S I H // indo version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;K A S I H &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;adalah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kasih adalah...Bergembira pada saat org lain berbahagia,bersedih untuk mereka yg bersedi.selalu bersama saat baik maupun saat susah.kasih adalah sumber kekuatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kasih adalah.....jujur karena dirimu setiap waktu menceritakan,mendengarkan kebenaran dan tidak berpura2kasih adalah sumber kejujuran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kasih adalah..........suatu pengertian sepenuhnya mengenai apa yg kau rasakan,jika kau merupakan bagian dr org lain.menerima org lain sebagaimana adanya mereka dan tidak mencoba untuk mengubah mereka menjadi sesuatu yang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kasih adalah.........kebebasan untuk mencapai keinginannmu saat berbagi pengalaman dengan org lain.pertumbuhan suatu individu di sisi-mu dan pertumbuhan bersama dengan individu lain,kasih adalah sumber kesuksesan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kasih adalah.............bersabar dengan setiap kebutuhan dan keinginanmengetahui bahwa org lain akan selalu bersamamu,tanpa memandang apa yg terjadi.kehilangan org lain pada saat mereka jauh tetapi tetap dekat di hati setiap waktu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kasih adalah........  sumber hidup^.^Kasih itu saba,kasih itu murah hati,ia tidk cemburu,ia tidak memegahkan diri dan tidak sombong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---- 1 Korintus 13-14 ------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112406690257635332?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112406937304314586</id><published>2005-08-13T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:29:33.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle does happens</title><content type='html'>argh....&lt;br /&gt;kmaren gw heppi bgt seh sepertinya unt beberapa jem getoo.. Well this is because I happen to chat with my cousin, my favvie cousin who always give me advices and all the nags.. ha ha ha! It has been so long time since the last time I talked with her over the net or even sms.. I do really miss her.. hmm, then we have been talking about mostly boys.. dont ever think that she is available! well ofcourse, she is alreaady attached and she even has 2 daugthers who are so adorably cute!! huehue.. then yesh, we were also talk n discuss about old lifes, her past love life.. hmm, learning from her u noe.. she is a very strong lady, fierce and olso hihihi... scary sometimes but her hearts that matter the most! she experieced lots of miracle in life.. lyk out of sudden she found out herself having cancer on her body! but miracle does happens.. she is now 100% healthy and 100% OK.. just sometimes, sesuatu yg buruk kaya begini buat orang jadi &lt;em&gt;trauma&lt;/em&gt; getoo loh!! kasian seh kadang liat cici.. apa lageh klo gw keinget masa2 dulu di aussie, pas masih waktunya december till feb ... i can cry in sudden.. i mean this thing does happen... and it makes everyone around her awake! bangun dari bobo getoo.. ckck.. kita akhirnya nyadar, ternyata kita bisa juga jatoh loh gini2.. maksudnya not all the time HAPPY, there is SAD moments too... ini emank tantangan idup bagi kita smua, apa lageeh unt cc sendiri yg ngalamin nya itu.. even for me, i cant stand it anymore, isnt insane? it's not even me, yet i am already tat down... i cant imagine what will happen to me if i am in her position.. maybe i wont be able to live on, move on... aku salut banget ma cc yg segitu kuat nya... JIA YOI ci! ckck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cici ku tersayang, if u happen to read this, dont cry yah! everything happens for a reason isnt? well, in this life after these things happen in me, i learned and realise that, there is nothing that can be undone... history is history, we cant actually turn back time... unless we have DORAEMON with his DOOR - pintu kemana ajah ckck... but, there is no such thing as DORAEMON in this world, it is just happen to be a cartoon character .. ^__^ ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112406937304314586?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112406937304314586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112406937304314586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112406937304314586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112406937304314586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/miracle-does-happens.html' title='miracle does happens'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112379932035551671</id><published>2005-08-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:28:40.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love is complicated..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="sad-sad-sad" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/images/sadgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;helpless me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;pethatic me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ugly me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;idiot me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;stupid me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;egois me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;silly me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i really hate to see him this way... especially when i see him with his phone on! i feel as if he is trying to tell me how much i am missing out on, wheter he intended that or not.. but somehow it feels like he means it everytime he looked at me and worse still he likes to make feel confused.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*what am i supposed to think? but assumed and unspoken taboos are broken often, and then the resulting tension marrs even the most perfect time out with an old friend.i can't help it if i may send out confusings signals sometimes..i know what i want, or rather, don't want. but knowing it and having the determination to stick to it are completely different things. everything we both do keeps a deadly ember smouldering, never letting the break set and the wounds heal..! i don't enjoy having to doubt and second-guess a (once) good friend, but i don't like getting hurt, and what i like even less is putting my own head on the chopping board. i don't want to be dragged down a beguiling vortex only to be battered into a million pieces. and i'm not willing to take the infinitesimal chance that things could turn out otherwise..!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i hate living in a wretched limbo, i don't intend to continue in it;numbers have been erased, gone like the letters thrown away long ago;though i'll admit i try it on sometimes, i'm glad it nolonger fits....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*love is so complicated.. nobody ever tell me why*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112379932035551671?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112379932035551671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112379932035551671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112379932035551671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112379932035551671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-complicated.html' title='love is complicated..'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112379954936637924</id><published>2005-08-10T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:38:22.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comic day!</title><content type='html'>read this*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that i am not.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 670px" height="885" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/images/0150.gif" width="421" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112379954936637924?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112379954936637924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112379954936637924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112379954936637924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112379954936637924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/comic-day.html' title='comic day!'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112370822008763797</id><published>2005-08-10T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:10:20.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ohh miii goshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kenapaa?!! whyy&gt;?! argh, i dont wanna do this everytime, but why, why? i donno why, i really donnooo...  i am so stress up! i really miss some1 badly.. gelooo padahal ketemu nya sering neh.. i just donno why i am lyk tis, really.. i myself confused..!! argh.. stress up!! i am so stress... well, i really hate to say this, but i still do, i still do! yeah, u noe what i still do isnt? huahau.. yesh, i still love u, i still love u the same lyk before.. no MINUS even a single thing.. and tat makes me, n myself to think why isnt this happening??  argh.. *shout for ur life nad!!* ckck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm this is gonna b hard, very hard.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is really hard, but i am trying my best already.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm, not to forget him out of my life, but to do something else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i noe this is hard, but i am suffering now... i am in a full headache!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;asked mel about this, i mean i asked her am i doing it wrongly? i mean am i wrong in this way lyk not to really wanna 4get him? then mel replied :"no.. u are not wrong and i noe it takes times but just try to make the feeling u have 4him 2 dissapear.." &lt;em&gt;this gonna be really hard...&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*miss u lots n lots*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;every night, i look at da pictures and thinking:" are u doing the same thing i do every night??" &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112370822008763797?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112370822008763797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112370822008763797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112370822008763797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112370822008763797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-someone.html' title='missing someone'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112355412776175260</id><published>2005-08-08T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:40:14.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M A D A G A S C A R</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hey hey.. have u guys watch this latest movie, Madagascar? this movie is very nice, well it is consider 5* in my movie list! ckck.. other than the Heffalump! yeah, i admit it, Madagascar is much better movie than Heffalump.. hmm, remember, i am a Winnie the Pooh fan u noe, so those who havent watch this Madagascar the movie, betta watch it ok! (i am refering to people such as JUMASAAAAT-BEE and KANIN-EM) ckck.. huahua.. well.. let me make u a movie review of Madagascar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;here u go...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M A D A G A S C A R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/cartoon/mada_150.jpg" alt="madagascar" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running time: 86 mins&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Director: Eric Darnell, Tom McGrath, Conrad Vernon&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Ben Stiller, Chris Rock, Andy Richter, Cedric the Entertainer, Sacha Baron Cohen, Chris Knights, Tom McGrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie focuses on four residents and "stars" of the Central Park Zoo in New York City who are also best friends: a lion (Stiller), a zebra (Rock), a giraffe (Schwimmer) and a pregnant hippo (Smith). When one of them goes missing, the other three break out of the zoo looking for him, and eventually all four are captured and put in boxes to ship them back to the continent their species are originally from: Africa. An accident at sea, however, strands them on the shore of Madagascar. Having had humans take care of them their entire life, the four know nothing of surviving in the wild, or that one of them, the lion, is genetically predisposed to eat his three best friends. Exploring their surroundings, the four friends soon meet the Malagasy locals (a type of lemur given to having loud "rave-like" dance parties) and their carnivorous enemies, the fousas. As the two sides try to use these four new, strange (and large) friends to their benefit, our heroes are also confronted with the reality of their predestined roles in nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoyts.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;www.hoyts.com.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112355412776175260?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112355412776175260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112355412776175260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112355412776175260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112355412776175260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/m-d-g-s-c-r.html' title='M A D A G A S C A R'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112346949003028372</id><published>2005-08-07T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:09:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>va`` joz* nanad.: nov||</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maap kan daku kawan2... well, i wanna to say sorry to the people out there who read my blog n cant understand indo (those people such as bee, mel, zhen, u, you, and eu) ckck... please understand n &lt;em&gt;FORGIVE&lt;/em&gt; me please.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pinkie najong buanget dhe..! ckck.. yah yah, ari ini neh ari yg sangat membosan kan lageeh.. well so and again, gw tuh jadi cewe yg pling blurr dhe di kelas (exceptance si mr.hong org chine itoe) ckck.. gw jg jadie blurr2 gong gong kia gini.. hmm, cuman gw seh rajin lah.. anak bae gini kan critanya.. ckck.. (di baca-CRITANYA) jadi bllom tentu gw ini neh anak rajin.. boong dink, maksudnya blurr di kelas tuh ya gw sring gini di bully geto, kaga jelas dhe, apa lg sama partner gw di kelas ini yg gw kasih nick "patung amrik" di cerita ini.. kan kalo gw mengetik namanya, ntar dia kebaca and matee dhe gw, dy pasti tanya2 :"kenapa nama gw di ketak ketik di blog eloo??" wah, kan gawat tuh, ntar kaga tau deng gw jawab nya ke dia itoe.. ckck... hmm, but i love her so much loh.. biar pun dia kadang nyebelin.. ckck.. cman dia seh yg slalu nemenin gw makan lah, ke wc lah, ketemu guru lah, smua smua nya dhe.. gw bener2 heppi bisa sekelas sama dia lageeh.. ckck.. &lt;em&gt;muach muach &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesh, lately, have been in touch with my best gurl, si NOVA telenova yg nyasar n dah berada di Santa Monica.. membuat gw iri ajah tuh dia setiap arii.. bis kerjaannya selama holiday ini tuh ke Universal kek, ke Disney Store kek.. iri kan gw jdnya.. sedih, sedih pengen gw hantem tuh si nova.. kan pengen jg gue.. trus pas gw tanya kado n oleh2 gw apa, mala di reply di taggie nya tuh begini: "keringat gw.. huahua.. " ya intinya keringat nya dy tuh oleh2 unt gw.. ckck.. hix hix.. sobzz.. mo nangis dhe nova.. kok nova betapa teganya n betapa jaatnya seh dikauu.. hihi.. yaah, trus trus akhir2 ini kan since gw ma si nova ini lg sering2 nya chatting bareng getoo ya jd deket lage.. n tiap ari rasanya bis chat ma dy tuh kok jadi keinget seh sama masa2 kitee doelo di jaman2 spore getoo.. apa lagi di saat2 kita ber 4, nova, eva, jos n me mo pergi hang out getoo.. gile, klo dandan tuh kita bisa berjubur2 lamanya geto berdandan ria.. eh, tapi kita ngga make up seh.. natural ajah.. cuman ya lama nya tuh milih bajunya lah, keringin rambutnya lah, jepat jepit rambutnya lah.. geto dhe.. hihi.. trus juga kita kan mesti milih proper &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;behaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;tuh untuk di kenakan.. ckck.. (yg ini seh boong) huahauhau... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112346949003028372?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112346949003028372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112346949003028372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112346949003028372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112346949003028372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/va-joz-nanad-nov.html' title='va`` joz* nanad.: nov||'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112340099769573230</id><published>2005-08-07T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:49:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hi hi hi again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today is such a bright day..! went out in the morning then go home again.. oh, my baby maxie really enjoyed himself today.. i can asure that! coz gw lepasin dy loh.. dy jalan dari century ketempat tujuan.. hmm mungkin dy malah kecapean kali sekarang tuh.. sampee dy sekarang ini siang2 bolong begini, bobo di kasur koe yg nyaman itu.. ckck.. babie, i loph him so much.. my baby tuh lucu bgt.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="babie.maxie" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/maxie/bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby.maxie lagi ngintip2 ngga jelas begitoe.. muach muach.. i m in loph with my baby..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="baby.maxie" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/maxie/aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;baby... u are sooo cute.. isnt he??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohyaa.. well, ada crita neh.. smuanya ttg tmn gw punya crita.. neh tmn gw ini, si 'cewe' kan br ajah putus tuh.. ckck gela, tp dah ada ajah yg ngajak jalan brg, ngajak nge-date or malah ngajak jdan.. wah, si'cewe' ini mank bikin gw kaget loh.. bis dy kg geto byk jg seh kenalannya.. hmm.. theen, kan critanya neh.. si 'cewe' di tembak ma satu cowo, yg kita namain si 'cowo' ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;si 'cowo' ini tuh tanya ma si 'cewe'. tau ngga perasaan dy terhadap 'cewe'.. si 'cewe' emank dudul tuh, bs benggong getoo, well ya slow bgt dhe neh temen gw itoe.. ckck.. theen, gmn lg yah? duh tiba2 lupa neh.. ckck.. bego bego nya km nadia.. huahua.. yah ntar laen kali lg di lanjutin dhe kalo udah inget ok?? huahuahua... maap kan kebodohan saya ini kawan2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112340099769573230?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112340099769573230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112340099769573230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112340099769573230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112340099769573230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunny-sunday.html' title='sunny sunday'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112333295943963477</id><published>2005-08-06T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:59:53.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets worship God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gubrak.!&lt;br /&gt;hi again my frends, my fellow friends who read my lovely blog... i love u all.... GBU ochee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i went to church today... i was so happy.. coz i saw somebody!! well, he was my old old frend from indo.. hmm, we kind a lost in touch.. but then, finally got to see him.. but, i dont think he ever remember me.. hix hix.. i didnt do it with purpose kay.. i was meeting up with my lil bro frend from indo, who actually help me to bring some stuffs from my mamih..! *loph u mom* thenn.. here i amm.. in the church, the normal church n see that guy... hehe.. fiuuh, he is different now n ofcourse, he is tall err, he seems a good guyy.. but i dont really noe him.. ckck.. coz, i was actually rushing.. arh.. i shouldnt leave the church once the mass ended.. hehe.. well, who noes he actually remember me n just donno my name.. hahaha.. nadia, nadia.. such a dreamer.. ckck.. hmmmmm... but i was also happy not because of that.. also because i feel better n calmer after the mass, why?? kenapa begitu ya? i dont think too much in church, i really enjoy myself... sing n worship God.. it really is a way to make myself feel better n better... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh yeah, again i do something that is so not me.! hmm maybe bcause i need a change!! i need a change in my life!! here i am cutting my hair again.. i doonoo, but i glad i did.. maybe it isnt too nice or suitable 4 me.. but i just glad i did cut it.. it isnt too short, i just change my hairstyle! heehehe.. loph it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;check it out!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img alt="new hair" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/me/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="new hair" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/me/121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-yesterday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hmm, yesterday, i went to play pool with my fwends.. my favvie fwends ofcourse! hehe.. then, we were sitting at this sofa, i mean me n bee.. hehe.. then both of us really enjoy ourselves eventhough we didnt actually play pool or drink.. we were just editing em's pictures, haha.. we were realy having fun!! lol* but then after playing few shoots, the guys actually went to the other side of the bar, which is the casino.. they went there to WASTE money not to WIN money.. hehe.. coz everytime em went there, he will wins at the first round n when he is high n so happy that he gets money, he played again n again... and there is the time when he actually say good bye to the money... ^^ hmmm... theen, mel, bee n i were waiting at the sofa, eating out chips that we bought from kmart..! hoho.. it is illegal!! but what can we do other than eating chips isnt?? hehe.. we actually eat n eat till one box of the pods finished.. and theen, after few talks, GIRL TALKS ofcourse! hehe.. we then started to look for the guys.. but they seems invisible! haha.. so, mel n i decided to play a game of pool.. thought by then the guys will be back! huh, but they still not back, so mel n i played again another shoot of game.. both of us were enjoying lots.. coz both of us were so tired n lazy.. haha.. we cant even shoot properly!! hehe.. ^^ ooh, how i love my life with this bouch of peeps.! haha.. we then went other place.. and we have a huge talk.! hehe.. tok n tok n tok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a bit upset actually coz of something that happen.. well, but its ok now.. haha.. but i really glad she told me n she encouraged me to do stuffs.. so, i feel much better n i actually noe wat i should be doing.. i love u lots aunt! hehe.. ckck.. apa coba nanad inie?? hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112333295943963477?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112333295943963477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112333295943963477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112333295943963477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112333295943963477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-worship-god.html' title='lets worship God'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112333150197228599</id><published>2005-08-05T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T05:31:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving out is killing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;gosh.. F I NA L L Y i can breath again.. huh! well, i finally can breath again doesnt means tat i was in coma few days again.. but i was in deep deep apa yah? gw jg biinggung... ckck.. well, basically the moving out went ok.. but kind a tiring.. oh, lol akhirny, i noe the word.. hmm not really noe the word seh.. but i noe how to explain the word.. ckck.. well, i have been so busy cleaning up, tidying up the new room of mine.. well, since it is not fully my room.. hmm, i dont share, it is my own room, just that my landlord's stuffs are inside the room too.. so, i am actually sharing with her stuffs, not sharing with somebody else.. haha.. haha.. pinkie laugh histerically..! it have been days, since sunday, monday n till wednesday.. well, then was sick on monday, argh.. didnt go to school then.! ooh gosh.. i am so tired.. but noe, it is ok!! i am so glad, so happy n in love with my new room.. yeah, though it is kind a messy, but i love it lots..! i love my new house.. well, not because of the flatmate, hmm someone.. but i just love it!! i donno why i never wanna move here since the first time.. haha.. i still remember the time i stayed in century last time.. never really had fun, but i just miss those moments.. the moments where everyone in the lift look at me from up to the bottom.. well, u are confuse why too isnt? hmm, it bcoz i was living in the 49th floor, n it is kind a penthouse... it is so high up n should be very very expensive.. well, maybe, from the way i dress, they dont believe that i life there... but, too bad.. coz i have the swap card n have the key in the house at 49th!!! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, lets change the topics... few days ago, i designed something for my blog n i really love it, but i wasnt really able to convert it to html coding.. hix hix.. i was so upset, well, i tried hard, keep on trying n neva give up, but i just dunno why i cant even managed it... i just have not enough time to solve this.. maybe i will try it when i am free.. now i am so busy with so many stufss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="blog.me" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/na_nad/111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;soo, what do u guys think about it?? haha.. well, a friend of mine told me that it is too crowded.. hehee... hmm, i do think that way too, but i just doonooo why, i just lyk it... this page really show my mood n feeling.. hehe.. this really show all of my beautiful memories that i will never forget.. i really miss being the old me, but what can i do? here i am now... a brand new nad... ckck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*its just me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112333150197228599?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112333150197228599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112333150197228599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112333150197228599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112333150197228599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/moving-out-is-killing.html' title='moving out is killing'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144732.post-112333038344601759</id><published>2005-08-05T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T05:57:25.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdae becomes thursdaee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh ya Tuhan, buju buneng..! tanpa sepengetahuan diri ku sendiri, ternyata hari RABU itu tuh gw libur.. and dgn bodo nya, gw ke skolah.. bukan ngga tau seh rabu libur, gw tau.. cuman gw tuh kan mo pindahan, so ya gw uda copotin my piggie calendar getoo yg d gantung d pintu.. hic hic.. and dgn bodonya, gw ke inget klo pas rabu itu tuh ari kamis.. aduh, gw ini kg jelas jg akhir2 ini.. lg rada stress apa np geto, jg kg ngerti dink.. cman ya akhir2 ini gw cape bgt.. tired of myself too.. juga tired of living seh.. *cman dah berubah pemikirannya, balik ke jln yg benar* hehe.. akhirnya, gw BANGUN, i mean BANGUN dr kegagalan2 yg slama ini dah gw tempuh.. beberapa bulan ini hidup ku penuh dgn tantangan.. and gw skrg tuh yakin kalo Tuhan buat tantangan unt gw, tp dy hanya maau gw menderita sebentar.. ya, bentar lagee juga gw bakal balik ke idup gw yg normal.. yaa bukan semena2 seh.. juga bukaan omongan besar.. (gw uda berTOBAT) hoho.. AMEN ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa kan hari ini aku bisa idup kembali n balik ke jalan yg benar?? gimana sodara sodari?? boleh di buka n baca dunk! tapi survey membuktikan bahwa si nadia tidak bisa kembali ke jalan yg benar.. bcoz nadia ini dodol!! ckck..&lt;br /&gt;ampunilah daku.. ya, katanya kan idup ini untuk saling memapkan.. so, tolong maafilah semua semua kesalah gw... ckck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu lah kejadian gw pas ari raboe kmaren..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+maap uda kelamaan ya daku tidak meng-update my blog inie+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14144732-112333038344601759?l=pinkchos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/feeds/112333038344601759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14144732&amp;postID=112333038344601759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112333038344601759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14144732/posts/default/112333038344601759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchos.blogspot.com/2005/08/wednesdae-becomes-thursdaee.html' title='wednesdae becomes thursdaee'/><author><name>pinkchos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270352781755983001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
