<?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-7665710418271069360</id><updated>2012-01-30T20:07:07.346+07:00</updated><category term='Glee Christmas Album'/><category term='Italian'/><category term='interior'/><category term='thesis'/><category term='cover'/><category term='IMB'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='scrapbook'/><category term='sophie kinsella'/><category term='beach'/><category term='I Give My First Love To You'/><category term='watch'/><category term='eruption'/><category term='Chinese'/><category term='champagne'/><category term='cinderella&apos;s sister'/><category term='art'/><category term='looklet'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='english subtitle'/><category term='Short story'/><category term='download'/><category term='bruno mars'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='virginity'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='American'/><category term='girl'/><category term='video'/><category term='concert'/><category term='mother'/><category term='football'/><category term='review'/><category term='Japanese'/><category term='Jogjakarta'/><category term='Wonosari'/><category term='Korean'/><category term='Kofenoir'/><category term='price'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='kebaya'/><category term='election'/><category term='personal'/><category term='Gunungkidul'/><category term='tvseries'/><category term='merapi'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='culture'/><category term='how to blog'/><category term='music'/><category term='international'/><category term='book'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='French'/><category term='taylor swift'/><category term='online'/><category term='culinary'/><category term='photo'/><category term='blackberry'/><category term='workzone'/><category term='food'/><category term='life lesson'/><category term='Boku No Hatsukoi Wo Kimi Ni Sasagu'/><category term='article'/><category term='film'/><category term='series'/><category term='cafe'/><category term='the way i loved you'/><category term='health'/><title type='text'>Chocolate's Lullaby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2749176036168824379</id><published>2012-01-27T01:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:14:17.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello dear readers!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Is this my 1st post in 2012?? ow yeah, it is.. I just don’t realize I already left my blog for quite long time. I’m pretty busy (not at the office of course), but pretty busy contemplating my heart. Haha.. If I can say in Indonesian, GUE GALAU MAKSIMAL!! :)) I keep clicking on the same page and waiting for the same person everyday, if I’m not in love then I’m an idiot. Hehe..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, a lil review for my CNY time!! Had a family trip to Bandung! yeay! Had so much fun with them! :) Mom and my bro went to Jakarta first, and then with me and my sis, we were going to Bandung together. We played bowling together, for the first time I guess hehe.. and my mom is still strong!! She beat me and my sis.. hahaha.. Ahhh, how I miss to spend fun time together with them. It’s been really long.. We should have another game someday.. Soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Hg-sVXHqioM/TyGXploIvxI/AAAAAAAACSY/P09-_pplcY4/s1600-h/DSC00835%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00835" border="0" alt="DSC00835" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3aFhU-1OeZE/TyGXq8fEF7I/AAAAAAAACSc/GZkKIT1ht5o/DSC00835_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="426" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Kj6U0juSSv4/TyGXvJTICNI/AAAAAAAACSo/NeWzS5oN1ew/s1600-h/DSC00848%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00848" border="0" alt="DSC00848" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Lw-46vCU4ZA/TyGXwcrL_SI/AAAAAAAACSw/xWvP1jfeZYE/DSC00848_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="426" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;In Bandung, just like another CNY, had dinner with my big family in my grandparents’ house. We had our 4th generation already since my grandparents, I’m the 3rd. Hehe.. Two kids on the left are the 4th generation! They are my nieces! En-En and Baby Jen, so cute right? :) While the woman in checked-shirt is the 2nd generation, the rest are the 3rd! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7eMTRajfGIE/TyGX0ywX2PI/AAAAAAAACS4/-TwpkCojSmQ/s1600-h/DSC00857%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00857" border="0" alt="DSC00857" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wLn8b7sKcC0/TyGX2XSZ3dI/AAAAAAAACS8/RxPGyX7DMb8/DSC00857_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="433" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I’m cutting my hair short! Pretty sad but I already bored with my long hair. Now since it short, I want my long hair back. Humannnnnn… Never satisfied.. Hahaha.. :p &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yerrzmbtcMY/TyGX6OY5eZI/AAAAAAAACTI/aWsltFVVLdw/s1600-h/new4%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="new4" border="0" alt="new4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8KMmPFuT_uA/TyGX7imK_cI/AAAAAAAACTQ/amtHiDbKv7c/new4_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" height="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The first month in 2012 has been very hard and stressful for me.. I was in the up and down condition, and I kept think about that over and over again, just not like me at all. It’s just a domino effect from my main problem I guess. But after that, another problem came. Well, I admit that sometimes I do the wrong thing, but it comes with a reason of course. So sorry for someone who may hurts reading my silly tweets, but yeah, you broke my limit. I hope we’re doing good next time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cant keep the bad things affect me! Still have lots of amazing plan for the rest of the year! Surprise me! For now, I’ll just walk with my God, He has the best for me. I’ll just wait patiently and faithfully. KOWAWA!\(´▽`)/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5b2d3pL78Kw/TyGX8gdx7zI/AAAAAAAACTY/rrjfsneq8PQ/s1600-h/asn%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="asn" border="0" alt="asn" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Ko75vqeu_zY/TyGX9pDqhnI/AAAAAAAACTg/dmlkfGDMxLI/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" height="88" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2749176036168824379?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2749176036168824379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2749176036168824379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2749176036168824379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2749176036168824379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-2012.html' title='CNY 2012'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3aFhU-1OeZE/TyGXq8fEF7I/AAAAAAAACSc/GZkKIT1ht5o/s72-c/DSC00835_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2470065401085066101</id><published>2011-12-31T21:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:35:00.907+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>2011 Kaleidoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the first couple months, I was just busy spending time and having fun with my greatest friends in Jogja : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#d16349" size="4"&gt;Chries, Ling, Evan, Voodoo,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;always in my heart.. *najis gak* hahahaha… and of course another gorgeous fellas!! I miss you guys!! :* We were exploring Jogja’s restaurants and also another cities near Jogja, it was really fun! Eating, playing cards, monopoli-ing, camwhoring, I really miss those things!! =) Also making a birthday surprise which is sometimes really absurd haha.. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YW0uRPB2QPw/TvdYP15T6fI/AAAAAAAACP4/c-9tx9Asj-Y/s1600-h/247839_1942225629310_1052539577_3212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="247839_1942225629310_1052539577_32127074_8254068_n" border="0" alt="247839_1942225629310_1052539577_32127074_8254068_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0gvcbMKurSQ/TvdYQzqBl6I/AAAAAAAACQA/xE9zzgXEEsE/247839_1942225629310_1052539577_3212%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="423" height="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GCaq8k4rLmQ/TvdYSu2ViMI/AAAAAAAACQI/kbfSJeuP6kE/s1600-h/248249_1916252179990_1052539577_3209%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="248249_1916252179990_1052539577_32090038_2946027_n" border="0" alt="248249_1916252179990_1052539577_32090038_2946027_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dqy402u03w8/TvdYT729UcI/AAAAAAAACQQ/KLcnD1jluiA/248249_1916252179990_1052539577_3209%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="409" height="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WHoifSExzYo/TvdYWzIL7uI/AAAAAAAACQY/Wdt-iyU1LQM/s1600-h/IMG-20111225-00307%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111225-00307" border="0" alt="IMG-20111225-00307" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-woTGj8bYQRU/TvdYYjpVjeI/AAAAAAAACQg/jeAvWXA1cxE/IMG-20111225-00307_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So, after every denying and phobia, after so many years, &lt;font color="#9c85c0" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I went to the dentist!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#333333" size="2"&gt;Hahaha.. ain’t afraid no more!! LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT A JOB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;and this was another happiest moment in my life, what I’ve been waiting for and fighting for. Thank You Jesus for your blessings! Got a lot experience from the office, hiking in the forest for the first time, didn’t go shower for 5 days, dancing in front of the directors, it’s been a blast! =) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;But the most is because I have new family here : &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#804000" size="7"&gt;BDP 14 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#804000" size="3"&gt;-Agnes, Dila, Dira, Bella, Dewox, Ngae, Arya, Ivan, Lily, Choky, Gio, Mami, Monche, Nnx, Nat, Ricky, Rizga, Sam, Sety, Tamim, Ve- &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EYofq0vEmJA/TvdYdXQrotI/AAAAAAAACQo/v4CJSCoKFIU/s1600-h/IMG-20110819-003644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20110819-00364" border="0" alt="IMG-20110819-00364" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hhJ4lrBb7Ak/TvdYeltMB3I/AAAAAAAACQs/KHvBiNETVfw/IMG-20110819-00364_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Lj2hRAghXuo/TvdYjQ9Xu8I/AAAAAAAACQ4/CTuf1OF3sec/s1600-h/IMG-20111005-007923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111005-00792" border="0" alt="IMG-20111005-00792" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-t1rb5NWBRoc/TvdYkbkySLI/AAAAAAAACQ8/Y-6OL5pAcis/IMG-20111005-00792_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" height="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;First time! Watching international concert of my favorite artists!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#809ec2" size="5"&gt;Bruno Mars and Train&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Woohoo!! Both of&amp;#160; them were great n very entertaining!! Already have concert schedule for next year : NKOTBSB and Gaga! Let’s roll baby!! :))&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-idwozDJQbxQ/TvdYmYySRnI/AAAAAAAACRI/SAQfdgyyWhA/s1600-h/edit_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="edit_¸±±¾" border="0" alt="edit_¸±±¾" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dUmmy_MIVZs/TvdYnh_2zJI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tRkLxezO39A/edit__thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="445" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9hQAJWVmJyA/TvdYrqhozcI/AAAAAAAACRY/tN7keUsgFuE/s1600-h/IMG00779-20111205-22475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG00779-20111205-2247" border="0" alt="IMG00779-20111205-2247" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9EInS8W54is/TvdYsjVRM2I/AAAAAAAACRg/Da5OJOIUhyY/IMG00779-20111205-2247_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;What’s different on this year?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#f3a447" size="5"&gt;The happy feeling of having my own money&lt;/font&gt;, buying things with that. Haha!! And the sad feeling in the end of the month, LOL. I admit that I’ve spent a lot, I feel like I go shopping almost every week! –____-&amp;#160; Note! Note! This will be one of my 2012’s resolution, &lt;strong&gt;I MUST LEARN TO SAVE MY MONEY! &lt;/strong&gt;Haha.. :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#8fb08c" size="4"&gt;Being far from my hometown for quite long time.&lt;/font&gt; I went to Jakarta on July and never go back til Christmas. So yeah, spent my birthday without my family. I never wanted to go back to Jogja, but I’m kinda miss Jogja when I’m in Jakarta, I miss the foods!!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_s_UD-N9iF8/TvdYwkVmAQI/AAAAAAAACRo/rdDyEhrY_YQ/s1600-h/IMG-20111225-00283_%2525C2%2525B8%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525BE%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111225-00283_¸±±¾" border="0" alt="IMG-20111225-00283_¸±±¾" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8cT9IDXBJaM/TvdYx0ycTqI/AAAAAAAACRs/sqAka42k1gg/IMG-20111225-00283_%2525C2%2525B8%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525BE_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="397" height="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s been&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;A YEAR OF BLESSINGS&lt;/font&gt;. I couldn’t stop say thank God for everything happened in this year. I feel completely blessed, there are so many grace in my entire life this year. I feel like He always gives me His help in the very right time. Never stop being faithful to Him, search Him and everything will be added to you :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last but not least, another happy moment is meeting you, my baby buncit,&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="3"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;AOM &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.495007357988.265562.597932988&amp;amp;type=3"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font color="#333333" size="2"&gt;See you soon! :*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#333333" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ad3xW-SKVy8/TvdYzgF2LeI/AAAAAAAACR4/It295ZKza4I/s1600-h/round4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="round" border="0" alt="round" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-u6_xTbb2_qI/TvdY0t_oVsI/AAAAAAAACSA/0wr_OoX8idI/round_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" height="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome 2012!! xoxo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Z8THWRRU1KE/Tv6Vi1XmRVI/AAAAAAAACSI/Paz92uJiBrs/s1600-h/asn%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="asn" border="0" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-b9n9VmaQKaU/Tv6VjwlOBZI/AAAAAAAACSM/nxTjcPRyicc/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="130" height="89" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2470065401085066101?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2470065401085066101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2470065401085066101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2470065401085066101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2470065401085066101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-kaleidoscope.html' title='2011 Kaleidoscope'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0gvcbMKurSQ/TvdYQzqBl6I/AAAAAAAACQA/xE9zzgXEEsE/s72-c/247839_1942225629310_1052539577_3212%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7993195381189253691</id><published>2011-12-12T22:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:31:34.774+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workzone'/><title type='text'>BC* Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love taking part in a big event :) So for about 5 months in BCA, I already took part in 2 events.. haha.. Free dinner and fun ambience! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The first one was for BDP’s graduation ceremony, it was held to celebrate the graduation of BDP 1 until 8. Actually they already finished the first year long time ago, don’t know why it took so long to celebrate it. And the next graduation will be held in the next two years!! Which is gonna be my graduation too.. Hahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So I was dancing with some friends from my class, Kalimantan Dance called Giring2, also Papua Dance. and another dance for closing part. Hahaha.. I was quite nervous at the opening dance, because the only audiences were the board of director and another important guests.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lqkuEPwCQ_E/TuYdx8e91YI/AAAAAAAACN4/d2GWn4gjJVQ/s1600-h/IMG-20111121-01063%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111121-01063" border="0" alt="IMG-20111121-01063" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kYeDYQwtA6w/TuYdzSTP1JI/AAAAAAAACOA/017nxGiEdDY/IMG-20111121-01063_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="418" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gZCqznOUirg/TuYd2O5XbEI/AAAAAAAACOI/7IgxAkV5STo/s1600-h/IMG-20111121-00928%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111121-00928" border="0" alt="IMG-20111121-00928" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LxTYyjKUT0I/TuYd3bXQEZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/xlZLHyOfC50/IMG-20111121-00928_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="307" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VCPwrckaS0U/TuYd7V6PV1I/AAAAAAAACOY/gqKLfe-OeJQ/s1600-h/IMG-20111121-01022%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111121-01022" border="0" alt="IMG-20111121-01022" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jqSkpanRaCs/TuYd8vI3aFI/AAAAAAAACOc/A0-dFm0exkQ/IMG-20111121-01022_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="302" height="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1JpnW1b3clk/TuYd_-SakgI/AAAAAAAACOo/xJfOg5OiBbY/s1600-h/IMG-20111121-01008%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111121-01008" border="0" alt="IMG-20111121-01008" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fIjCkRqy9Bg/TuYeBPsqGLI/AAAAAAAACOs/026udJZoxbc/IMG-20111121-01008_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The next event was a national seminar about Indonesian economy. Well, I was just being an user for the guest, registering them to the list. It was pretty busy and too crowded to be handled. The layout was very disorganized. Hufh.. I believe the guests were also unsatisfied. But I guess the event itself went pretty well, the sources were good, they gave great informations about economical class in Indonesia. I didn’t really hear the presentation lah. I was busy camwhoring all the time, lol.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WAyotfMmAIE/TuYeEQEqvXI/AAAAAAAACO4/k__Kyo-66ZQ/s1600-h/Tanah%252520Abang-20111207-00189%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Tanah Abang-20111207-00189" border="0" alt="Tanah Abang-20111207-00189" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ECh8aW1K_YM/TuYeFozyDEI/AAAAAAAACPA/34E0upQ_2ao/Tanah%252520Abang-20111207-00189_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="412" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-A90fxDEa5Dw/TuYeKd1sACI/AAAAAAAACPI/35nYwwc2His/s1600-h/kemp6%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="kemp6" border="0" alt="kemp6" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-eud2rpPWqm8/TuYeL9peY2I/AAAAAAAACPQ/m7OhwMn4YvQ/kemp6_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="416" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZrRTlI7ky3I/TuYeOVlw5WI/AAAAAAAACPY/3d7QiwI2IiA/s1600-h/star4%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="star4" border="0" alt="star4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wtIpxQLjhMI/TuYeQUE8HuI/AAAAAAAACPg/GOvzLhc-NQE/star4_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="283" height="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_WPl9IYnqwc/TuYeT7gcwhI/AAAAAAAACPo/Kt-02I332KM/s1600-h/IMG00064-20111207-1444%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG00064-20111207-1444" border="0" alt="IMG00064-20111207-1444" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JI1RtUZp7AY/TuYeVKF1gZI/AAAAAAAACPw/Z_hTKxdeZu4/IMG00064-20111207-1444_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cant wait for the upcoming event!! Wish I can take another role there! haha.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo, S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7993195381189253691?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7993195381189253691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7993195381189253691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7993195381189253691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7993195381189253691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/12/bc-days.html' title='BC* Days'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kYeDYQwtA6w/TuYdzSTP1JI/AAAAAAAACOA/017nxGiEdDY/s72-c/IMG-20111121-01063_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3314277294970529861</id><published>2011-11-27T03:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:33:53.568+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workzone'/><title type='text'>New Office!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey hey readers, glad to be back! It’s been really long and I didn’t have enough time to blog, yet I didn’t have any interesting topics also.. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I just want to share a lil news, I already passed my first elimination round and moving to the second one. Which is on the job training at one of the branch for the next 4 months, as an Account Officer. And once again, I feel really blessed because I got into Wisma Asia branch, which is really closed to my boarding house. So I didn’t have to move. Actually it’s still the same building as when I got trained in class. Hehe.. also I’m accompanied by one friend. Big thanks to God ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My on the job training was started on 10th November!! I went to the operational division first, before went into the credit. Well, I just wish that I can blend in easily, and everything goes well with my job, I work with passion and enthusiasm, get lots of memo and customer. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now here it is, short look of my office! Temporarily :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hbXH6eiA69I/TtFP1ch0B0I/AAAAAAAACM4/s-HksmdYriM/s1600-h/IMG-20111125-01290%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111125-01290" border="0" alt="IMG-20111125-01290" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PEn9G2tTuh0/TtFP5UtU0LI/AAAAAAAACNA/dPC0SCDmupM/IMG-20111125-01290_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-The building-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4faS-IqLhzw/TtFQANfYeNI/AAAAAAAACNI/KlWN67QiyCc/s1600-h/IMG-20111125-01155%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111125-01155" border="0" alt="IMG-20111125-01155" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_QGC0dsH-7o/TtFQB0yrvWI/AAAAAAAACNQ/2EWaJTJzvc4/IMG-20111125-01155_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- The AO’s room-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LPAS6xH9aZk/TtFQHGZ85eI/AAAAAAAACNY/TSVnbSp62VY/s1600-h/IMG-20111125-01157%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111125-01157" border="0" alt="IMG-20111125-01157" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kgCpHpQy1Yk/TtFQIYR7PfI/AAAAAAAACNg/yPn3b77Mzig/IMG-20111125-01157_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" height="323" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;My cubical-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-z3jKxO9kKO0/TtFQOyv77XI/AAAAAAAACNo/HOI3OGc1das/s1600-h/IMG-20111123-01048%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG-20111123-01048" border="0" alt="IMG-20111123-01048" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ui2bjAvCG2c/TtFQQkFWUjI/AAAAAAAACNw/35b_kd4NPsc/IMG-20111123-01048_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="409" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See?! My desk is still so empty, and I’m really excited to decorate it! Haha,, It’s even only a temporary desk for me, lol. I feel like I wanna buy this or that for my desk. The stationery, mirror, pens, I don’t know. I’m really2 excited! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I think that’s it. I’ll update the pic once I decorate my desk! Ps : I already bought the Starbucks tumbler! Yeay! Pps : I already bought a netbook for myself, and I get my modem works really well, so I can do skype-ing with my man now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo, S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3314277294970529861?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3314277294970529861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3314277294970529861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3314277294970529861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3314277294970529861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-office.html' title='New Office!'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PEn9G2tTuh0/TtFP5UtU0LI/AAAAAAAACNA/dPC0SCDmupM/s72-c/IMG-20111125-01290_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-5033571707564271417</id><published>2011-10-25T21:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:39:13.759+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Grace. Grateful. I'm (not) Single anymore :))</title><content type='html'>Hello readers!! It's been a long!! I'm enjoying my time in Jakarta so far.. How's life everyone?! Hope you all happy and free from suffering :)&lt;br /&gt;Me? Still busy with those tests and classes, also I have English class everyday and it starts on 7 am. Kill meeeee!! You know it's very hard for me to wake up early, and I almost come late everyday.. Hehe.. My class is almost over! I'll go to the branch on mid of November. Wish me luck!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, a lil interesting summary in my life last couple months, I finished my duty officer (DO) with a presentation, and I got a pretty good grade, best in class. Thanks to my partner, Ivan, for his creativity on making those slides and also for his 'ojek' service during my DO time, and for being cooperative with me lah!! Haha.. Though actually DO was worse than jungle, for me. It's kinda boring when you have nothing to do there, standing and walking around and you can't sit either! But the worst part was my high heels. It was bloody hurting and tiring!! Urggghhh!! You start wearing it on 8am and take it off on 3pm. With one hour rest time. But still not enough. Would be very great if we could just wear flat shoes. Once in a life time though, thank You Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing happened in early October, one of my classmate must left the program, he didn't pass the grade's minimum limit, and we were crying at that day!! :'( it was the first elimination round and we already had the feeling about him, we thought that TC would be a lil nice to him and saved him, turned out it all wrong. Well, just praying the best for his life forward.. You are a wise person bang, believe in Jesus and you know you'll get the best just in time. Good luck!!&lt;br /&gt;Now what, my bad habit!! Couldn't save my money till now! This is newly work syndrome! I didn't intend to spend all my money, BUT it was always empty at the end of the month! Geez!! I always bought something new once in a week, either clothes, shoes, watch. LOL. Seriously, I need to stop this. Haha. and I just bought around plane ticket from Jakarta to Jogja for this Christmas and it cost me a LOT!! -______-&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the most interesting part!! I'm not single anymore! Haha! Once I changed my relationship status on facebook, people were like shocking! Since this is my first time after 3 years off of bf. My story with Olaf is pretty interesting yet sometimes it's still unbelievable.. How can we meet again after 8 years separated n lose contact to one another? Was it God's will? Don't know, but I believe this one's for the best. I've had his fb account for quite long but we just wrote on each other's wall once or twice.. I forgot how, but suddenly I found his ‎​bbm in my junior high school group and added him to my contact, and that's it, no bbm at all. and how did we start everything? It was on Lebaran when I was in Bandung, I didn't know why but I sent him bbm, a cliche one I think, asked him about the route to some places. Lol. But he was really helpful at that time! Haha.. Then when I was in Jakarta, particularly when having a high tea in Kempinski, I asked him to meet up. and so on and so on.. and it all just happening! Real fast! :p&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I ever wrote that I feel like no guy can amaze me, then I'm amazed by him, by his knowledge and his character. Our weekly meeting were more like 2 old friends meet each other and asking story about each other, than a couple trying to flirt each other. I feel like every meeting turned so fast, we haven't finished our conversation yet but then we had to go home :( and I always hoped that he asked me out again. Hehe.. Then I felt different, and I was in sort of dilemma. I was super curious at that time, did he feel the same way or at least did he attracted to me either? Bcos sometimes he could be so flatttt.. and without any signs, the answer came from his mouth. and again, part 2 of dilemma.. I was unstable, I was happy bcos I finally knew the answer but also afraid bcos it was too fast to make a commitment with him. and... He would leave me to Russia real soon! Sooo.. Sooo.. I was doubtful when I took the decision.&lt;br /&gt;But then.. Yeah, despite my babbling above, you guys knew the end already right? I said yes, and I'm officially in a relationship right now. Well, courtship soon :) and I miss him everyday and love him more and more :)) (pardon my disgusting words, it's a newly couple syndrome, LOL).&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it! I have exam tomorrow! Haha! Ciao!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-5033571707564271417?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5033571707564271417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=5033571707564271417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5033571707564271417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5033571707564271417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/10/grace-grateful-im-not-single-anymore.html' title='Grace. 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I&apos;m (not) Single anymore :))'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7978134758073167634</id><published>2011-09-08T14:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:09:16.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ1aEsgc-D4/TmhqHI18uMI/AAAAAAAACMs/ijJFhRqI7mg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcHJ5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-756422"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ1aEsgc-D4/TmhqHI18uMI/AAAAAAAACMs/ijJFhRqI7mg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcHJ5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-756422"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649882403401676994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5N0xX-k5JY/TmhqHj2J5eI/AAAAAAAACM0/3NFKnZYE9mo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdHJlZS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-758114"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5N0xX-k5JY/TmhqHj2J5eI/AAAAAAAACM0/3NFKnZYE9mo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdHJlZS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-758114"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649882410650297826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Taken from somewhere :)&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7978134758073167634?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7978134758073167634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7978134758073167634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7978134758073167634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7978134758073167634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/womans-prayer.html' title='Woman&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ1aEsgc-D4/TmhqHI18uMI/AAAAAAAACMs/ijJFhRqI7mg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcHJ5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-756422' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1095447173291065984</id><published>2011-08-31T13:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:04:53.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My Hello Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Gue baru aja kelar baca Hello Goodbye nya Fitrop, dan menurut gue critanya oke juga, krn gaya si fitrop bener2 kyk lg nulis diary gt, jadi bacanya jg enjoy. Gw udah kyk orang kepo gitu yg terus penasaran sm kelanjutan critanya. Sayang akhirnya gak happy. Yg jelas gw ga nyangka si fitrop bisa punya kisah kyk gitu, mungkin kisahnya biasa sih, tp gue suka aja cara pandang si fitrop terhadap hubungannya waktu itu. Yes you have to move on and chase your dream.&lt;br /&gt;Trus tiba2 gw mengingat-ingat past relationship gw sendiri. Have I ever felt that kind of el-oh-vi-ee that she describes on the book? I guess I have. Once. a love that makes you wanna do anything to him, you have butterflies inside your stomach, you can easily cry because of him, and of course you can't be separated with him. Oh wait, I'm afraid it was also lust. Ha! :P But I did feel it though it was ended too just like fitrop.&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually remember or count my relationship too. Jujur aja gw bukan tipe pengingat sesuatu, yg curcol sm gw aja bisa gampang gw lupain topiknya. Tapi kayaknya seru jg nih bongkar2 crita lalu. Haha.. Pertama pacaran ato monyet2an sm cowok itu kelas 6SD. OkE, sebenErnya gw lupa jg sampe pacaran kah kita ketika itu, yg jelas sih gw dijodoh2in sm dia. Trs yg gw inget gw putus trs gw sok chEesy suka ngirimin lirik lagu M2M ke dia. Wkwkwk.. Setelah putus gw jd kyk musuhan sm dia, dan diem2an sampe smp. N then gw udah jarang bgt deh kEtEmu dia. Next, pacar pErtama di SMP adl bintang basket, bad boy plus playboy cap kadal gitu deh. Jadian krn maen tembak2an dan cuma seminggu kalo ga salah. Yg plg gw inget sih gw kalo pacaran nyumpetnya di aula, duduk di box buat lompat jauh sambil pegangan tangan. Wkwkwk.. Yg gw inget selanjutnya cowo gw jaman kelas 2, cowo yg tiap hari ketemu di sekolah trs tiap hari telpon2an sampe tidur. Ibarat tiap hari ngobrol dan cuma diselingin makan, mandi sama tidur. I know he was really care about me but then I made him a lil bit disappointed :( kalo ga salah sempet putus nyambung juga). Haha :D abis itu banyak monyet2 semasa smp, ada yg cuma itungan hari, minggu, bulan, haha.. Yg cukup diingat slanjutnya adl pacar yg awalnya temen dkt gw. Well, I rEally enjoyEd our short relationship though, I felt very comfortable with him actually, tapi gara2 msk sma yg beda, lama2 gw jd bosen dan putus lah kita. But I have my own song with him, My Boo! Hahaha.. The lyrics speak it all :))&lt;br /&gt;Oke, di sma gw sedikit jd ga gaul sm cowo (berhubung sma gw cewe smua yee) so cowo pun bisa dibilang ga punya. Paling sedikit fling sm 1 atau 2 orang aja. Untung gw masih doyan cowok! Haha.. Next di jaman awal kuliah, gw ada naksir sm kakak angkatan gw which was my asdos, dan dia pun sebenernya 'kayak' ngasih sinyal, tp setelah banyak pertimbangan akhirnya ga jadi deh.. Dan gw lupa gara2 apa, yg gw inget kita sempet jalan ber2 gitu deh.. Dmn y dia skrg?? Gw jg sempEt punya cowo yg super duper over-reacted dan protektif, suka ngElarang dan ga beralasan, tp di sisi lain dia tu pilar2 Ekonomi gw jg (my bad), so it's kinda hard to let him go. Tapi lama2 gw ngerasa gila jg, luar biasa terkekang dan yg jelas jd sering bohong demi menghindari pertengkaran. and it's just so wrong, so broke up was the only way. and I felt completely happy after that. Ceilee!! x)&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, now this is it, the one who I think I was madly in love with. Waktu itu kita ldr-an, tapi hampir tiap minggu dia dateng sih. anyway, all I could think is him, like I could skip my class only to meet him, brokE my mom's heart just to be with him. and so did hE, I know exactly how much his sacrifices for me and also I was introduced to his family already. So yeah, for us at that time love was always in the air. WE were trully madly deeply in love. Untilllll.... Mungkin ini bukan yg dipikirin anak umur 19 taun sih, sebagai anak yg baru kuliah pasti saat itu moto hidup gw adl go with the flow dan yg jelas target utama gw adl lulus kuliah as soon as possiblE. Blom kepikiran mau jd apa abis itu. Tapi entah kEnapa waktu itu gw jd mikir about us in thE next 5 years maybe. How I will work dan jadi wanita karir, sementara dia bakalan bErkutat dgn hal yg sama (hobbynya) dan gitu2 aja. Suddenly I felt this isn't what I wanted, I felt moving forward, while hE stuckEd, I was afraid he couldn't chasE me. Just like fitrop too, I knew exactly his drEam, but it's gonna be so hard when you had no targEt or goals or timE limit to get thEre. So the love was gone, evaporated.. It just wasn't suitablE anymorE, at least for mE. and it was supEr hard to be separated. But I think I took the right dEcision. Now I SEe him still in thE same place as I was lEaving him. Wish the best for him though..&lt;br /&gt;ahakk.. So whEn they ask me what kind of man I'd like to have, again I'll say the godly man who's financially and mentally stable :) Gila ya crita cowo mah emang ga pernah ada abisnya. Haha.. Okey now, I'm not lookin for a bf, but a futurE hubby! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello courtship!! :))&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, S&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1095447173291065984?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1095447173291065984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1095447173291065984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1095447173291065984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1095447173291065984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-goodbye.html' title='My Hello Goodbye'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6516629199488318636</id><published>2011-08-24T22:52:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:59:01.971+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>23rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GAs6bVcQCg/TlZrDEm3_OI/AAAAAAAACMc/IEeo26IiwzU/s1600/IMG-20110824-00424.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GAs6bVcQCg/TlZrDEm3_OI/AAAAAAAACMc/IEeo26IiwzU/s320/IMG-20110824-00424.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644816883476069602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 23rd birthday was quite different. I think this is the first time I was away from home on my bday. But i'm also relieved cos that means my friends in Jogja couldn't make fun of me! haha.. Because i was one of the creator for some crazy ideas for my friend's bday. And they demanded a payback!! So yeah, sorry guys, i passed your treatment this year :p Also mom always gives me small bday cake.. Kinda miss her :')&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 12 o'clock and i was praying to God. It's been a great year for me and I couldn't thank Him more :) I feel really blessed. And then after that, Nonix as my roommate gave me a lil cake! Thanks, honey! I did know about it earlier, her movement was so suspicious. haha.. So the rest of the night was camwhoring to get the best picture. Because i looked really plain and ugly. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big-day was quite fun. It was working day and we had our first class at hotel, Ciputra. And our mentor's so young so she knew how to treat a bday girl. She told the class to sing the birthday song and make a wish for me, everyone, a different wish for me :) like a real wish, but there were also some absurd wishes, haha.. Well, i took the positive one.. Thank you BDP 14 :) And we ate like crazy at lunch, the menus were soooooo tempting! We got too many appetizers, too many desserts. I was madly full with cake! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, i have many friends which have the same month of birthday. And today was the celebration! :) Got cake and present from the class. It's great to have them while i'm alone here. Last but not least, happy birthday to me! Also to my classmates : Choky, Rizga, Ricky and Gio. Wish all the best for all of us, graduate together and success! Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJq_PjDvpr4/TlZvdlEU4cI/AAAAAAAACMk/tJf6MjbsgHc/s1600/IMG-20110824-00423.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJq_PjDvpr4/TlZvdlEU4cI/AAAAAAAACMk/tJf6MjbsgHc/s400/IMG-20110824-00423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644821736912642498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Taskf_jX9AM/TlZmxl_j-oI/AAAAAAAACMU/Yercrw2huXw/s400/IMG00134-20110824-0817.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644812185153829506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ;)&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/7665710418271069360-6516629199488318636?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6516629199488318636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6516629199488318636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6516629199488318636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6516629199488318636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/08/23rd-birthday.html' title='23rd Birthday'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GAs6bVcQCg/TlZrDEm3_OI/AAAAAAAACMc/IEeo26IiwzU/s72-c/IMG-20110824-00424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2953042948577762008</id><published>2011-08-24T01:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:12:19.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nightmare With Cherrybelle(ken) :p</title><content type='html'>Di suatu malem yg hening, niat lg nungguin EPL maen, terdistract lah saya oleh sebuah FTV di SC*V, yg ternyata dimainkan oleh sebuah girlband baru beranggotakan 9 orang, namanya Cherrybelle(kan), yg artinya.. (lebih baik tak usah disebut daripada muntah). LOL. Okey, jd intinya saya mengikuti tuh ftv trs shock pas dengerin single laen mereka yg nada n iramanya sama persis sm Kissing You -nya SNSD, yah ada beberapa yg beda denk (biar ga disebut2 jiplak). Tambah lah saya illfeel sm ni grup. Singkat cerita, mulai lah acara hujat menghujat di twitter di antara manusia2 yg geli ngeliat si cherrybeleken plus anggota SONE (semacem anggota fan base SNSD gitu) sama admin CB (@cherrybelleindo). &lt;br&gt;Bener2 kemaren malem heboh banget gara2 perang sm admin si cherrybeleken itu. Oya sebelom itu, awalnya saya tau tentang CB itu dari temen saya yg nggak sengaja nonton mereka di tv, dan kita semua menyimpulkan kalo mereka itu sok SNSD! 9 orang yg ga jelas, maksa dan ga berkualitas. Kenapa? Krn pertama suara mereka jelas pas2an, dance sangat gak powerful, gerakan sok imut, fashion style aneh, dan yg paling ngeselin ya punya musik yg sama! Mending belajar dulu lagi deh...&lt;br&gt;Saya akan meng-copas tweet2 conversation kami yg super lucu. Oya biar ada bukti, ID twitter saya adl @missyoe :D.&lt;br&gt;Diawali dgn tweet dr tmn saya yg ngakak: &amp;quot;@evandimanamana: Dipikir wes koyo wong korea po pie mbak?!Rupamu koyo pot pohon palem ngarep sate podomoro! #sarkas&amp;quot; -kmdn saya retweet ke admin si CB. &lt;br&gt;Setelah itu gantian saya yg ngetweet: &amp;quot;Mbak2 wes rupo pas2an, musik jiplakan, dance bosokan, baju maksa.. Polusi visual dan suara di malem hari..&amp;quot; -dan temen saya yg gantian forward ke admin. Okay salah gue juga gara2 ngomong jiplakan, harusnya ikut2 aka COPYCaT!! Haha! Dan tweet2 penuh hujatan ini pun didukung sepenuhnya oleh salah satu SONE Indonesia yg mulai ikutan panas, yofve, serta retweetan dari beberapa orang lainnya. Saya sendiri sebenernya ga kenal sm dia :) Finally, tweet jawaban yg ditunggu2 itu pun datang..&lt;br&gt;admin : cuma nanya bole? Peraturan jiplak lagu itu int&amp;#39;l rules 8 bar, menurut kalian? =) -&amp;gt; lo pikir gue bego? Mana gue tau aturan bar2 itu, cih kebanyakan alibi aja mereka.&lt;br&gt;Gue : Udah pernah denger lagu Kissing You SNSD blom?? Menurut kalian? Ohhh, cuma terinspirasi yaa.. &lt;br&gt;Gue : Saran nih ya, drpd ikut2an, mending cover lagu snsd aja skalian, kyk glee, lebih bermartabat..&lt;br&gt;admin : jgn marah dulu atuh, tau arti kata jiplak ga? Liat di kamus bhs indonesia online yuk =)&lt;br&gt;Evan : Tp ya alangkah lbh bagus ga ush ada sama 1bar pun lho ya..Atau cm TERINSPIRASI? Menurut kalian? &lt;br&gt;admin : memang dari awal sudah mengakui kalo terinspirasi kok, tapi tidak menjiplak =) -&amp;gt; teteup donk yaa.. Pinter berkata2 dese..&lt;br&gt;Si yofve pun tambah panas dan tetep keukeuh sm pendapatnya.&lt;br&gt;admin : gini deh, ada notasi lagu kissing you? Kita samain gmn? Kalo bener2 sama, chibi mundur, kalo beda gmn?&lt;br&gt;Si yofve tetep ngejawabin dgn semangat 45, trs si admin minta bukti chord dan si yofve sampe mau cariin chordnya lohhh.. Trus dia ngasih link ini : &lt;a href="http://koreanchingu.wordpress.com/2011/07/04/cherry-bell-nyanyikan-lagu-kissing-you-milik-snsd-dalam-bahasa-indonesia/"&gt;http://koreanchingu.wordpress.com/2011/07/04/cherry-bell-nyanyikan-lagu-kissing-you-milik-snsd-dalam-bahasa-indonesia/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Haha, this was so fun!! Sampee akhirnya bala bantuan pun datang! &lt;br&gt;@iwakasu: Jiplak/cover g urusan yg pnting vokal &amp;amp; dance dilatih lagi yes @Cherrybelleindo? -&amp;gt; Trs gw tambahin : kalo perlu training dulu 5 taon.&lt;br&gt;@iwakasu : yup..g hrs 5 thn sih, kl emang mo niru GB korea gpp asal totalitas..sbgn besar mrk training bertahun2 loh.. &lt;br&gt;admin : itulah kehebatan disana bs training bertahun2, kita belajar dari situ, hanya tdk segampang membalikkan telapak tgn kan? =) &lt;br&gt;@iwakasu : haiyah..Jgn cm kagum dong.. beneran udah niru??kok cm kaya gitu??Emang dgn modal sgitu cukup??&lt;br&gt;Gue : Setuju, klo gitu seharusnya jgn buru2 diorbitin demi ikut2 trend aja..Mending dibentuk basicnya dulu kan? @Cherrybelleindo&lt;br&gt;admin : modal kita emg nekad, tapi kita percaya Tuhan kasi jalan utk Chibi, dan hasilnya kalo kata syahrini alhamdulilah yah&lt;br&gt;@iwakasu : hah kok modal nekad??dan sterusnya akan nekad terus??Ah jgn bawa Tuhan dan syahrini, saya gak kenal mereka.. :) -&amp;gt; jawaban cerdas bung.. ;)&lt;br&gt;Gue : *speechless*. Even jwban adminnya aja ga berbobot.. Udah ngaku klo modal nekat, ga total, tp ga terima dikritik dan sedikit hujatan.. #Cherrybeleken&lt;br&gt;Case closed for that night. Tapi ternyata banyak juga pemerhati perang kita loh! Banyak juga yg bantu RT tweet kita. Haha.. Sampe sempet dapet tweet ini : &amp;quot;daddy @Cherrybelleindo + @vctrkho vs Haters @@yofve96383 + @evandimanamana + @missyoe.. lebih seru dari pada #chibiftv.. *brb gelar tiker*&amp;quot;. Duh saya sampe ngerasa parno kalo tar tiba2 jd eksis n booming di dunia twitter ini.. Lololol.&lt;br&gt;Yg paling ngeselin tu ada oknum penyusup yg kalo dari profilnya sih tulisannya fan base si CB, cuma followernya cuma 60 ekor! Ha bloody ha!! Dan dia yg ngotot belain si CB. Bahkan peperangan kita berlanjut sampe tadi pagi dgn omongannya yg ga cerdas dan ga berbobot. Udah males nanggepin, akhirnya saya block dan report as spam. Hohoho.. Tapi tweet2 bodoh mereka terlalu sayang utk dilewatkan.. &lt;br&gt;@ChiBi_Licious : biarkan mereka daddy . mereka hanya sirik krn TIDAK MAMPU menghasilkan krya sprt CHIBI&lt;br&gt;Gue : *heeehhhh?!* Kita emang ga bikin karya, kita cm penikmat musik. Tp kyk gt masih berani disebut karya? &lt;br&gt;Pagi harinya.. Si twitter bunyi2.. &lt;br&gt;@ChiBi_Licious : lah terus kalian ngapain sibuk bener ngurusin @Cherrybelleindo ? scr tidak langsung kalian merhatiin juga&lt;br&gt;@ChiBi_Licious : hahaha cuma bisa ngakak . kasian sama kalian hatinya penuh kebencian kedengkian dan syirik . hidup CHIBI . &lt;br&gt;Evan : Haa? Males bgtt.. --&amp;#39; ga ada yg perlu dijatuhin.. Orng udh di bawah gt.. Swt.. &lt;br&gt;Pagi2 sebenernya dateng bala bantuan laen dgn tweet yg lucu2 juga. Njonjo ngomong : kasian kali si CB, kyk sekumpulan TKW gagal berangkat. Lol. Chries : udah ngapain kalian ngomong sama artis kls teri. &lt;br&gt;Si gadungan itu trs ngomong kalo kita mau numpang tenar, yg kemudian dibales si evan : &amp;quot;Hiii.. Numpang tenar? Yg ditumpangin aj ga tenar kok mw numpang tenar.. Amit2.. Ngmng ga dipikir.. Ababil&amp;quot; gyahaha!! Kocak banget!&lt;br&gt;Pada akhirnya gue jwb : Semoga berkembang dgn baik ya.. Plg ga pny jati diri sendiri deh.. Don&amp;#39;t try too hard to be snsd.. Cheers ;) &lt;br&gt;Dan si gadungan tetep tweet2 ga penting sampe kita pun bener2 males. So setelah gue block hidup gue pun tenang kembali.. &lt;br&gt;Intinya menurut opini saya, smua girlband or boyband yg sok korea itu pd dasarnya emang terinspirasi dari sana. Tapi ya paling ngga coba samain kualitas mereka lah, jgn cuma asal kluar sekampung tapi kemampuannya NOL. Vokal pas2an, dance ga enak diliat.. Udah jelas dari awal mereka cuma modal nekat, pengen cepet2 ngejar trend demi untung segede2nya.. Yah, itu sih licik manajemennya sih ya.. Tapi bingungnya, artisnya kok mau gitu loh, orbit instan ga jelas nasibnya kemana dgn kualitas &amp;#39;karya&amp;#39; yg nggak banget juga. Moga2 era boyband - girlband mengerikan ini segera berakhir.. Kalo emang ada yg mau nongol lagi, mending yg total deh. Cheers! Xoxo ;)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2953042948577762008?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2953042948577762008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2953042948577762008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2953042948577762008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2953042948577762008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/08/nightmare-with-cherrybelleken-p.html' title='A Nightmare With Cherrybelle(ken) :p'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7529683212503811799</id><published>2011-08-09T01:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:38:37.847+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Invasion</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s a lil bit scary when you get home and find out that your stuff isn&amp;#39;t exactly at the first place you put it. And that&amp;#39;s what happened to me yesterday! I was got into my room, and thought it was lil weird to see my paper under the tv cabinet scattered at the floor. And some stuff also lying on the floor. I&amp;#39;m pretty sure I was leaving it tidy. Then we took a look at the bathroom, and yeah, the water drainage at the floor was opened. At first, I thought it was someone, trying to clean out our bathroom. But we didn&amp;#39;t have that kind of agreement before, so it&amp;#39;s nonsense.&lt;br&gt;Then, after dinner, I wanted to drink Yakult. I got 3 more and I put them above my drawer. I was shocked to see that all of the Yakult seals were opened, there were holes! It became more and more suspicious! First analysis, if it was human, and the Yakult was accidentally fell, then there should be Yakult spill on the floor. But it was clean! So yeah, it must be an animal, and I think it was RAT!! Yucksss!! I couldn&amp;#39;t believe it, how come a rat came from my water drainage, walked around my room, and even bit my Yakult seals! Rawrrrr!! &lt;br&gt;And the most is if it still here, inside the room. Well, I don&amp;#39;t know what the real creature was.. Let&amp;#39;s hope that he&amp;#39;s back to the drainage already.. *fingers crossed*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;X S X&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7529683212503811799?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7529683212503811799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7529683212503811799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7529683212503811799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7529683212503811799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/08/alien-invasion.html' title='Alien Invasion'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6967720882938764429</id><published>2011-07-19T12:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:38:37.793+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workzone'/><title type='text'>My 1st Jungle</title><content type='html'>I'm homeeee!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;So relieve and happy to sleep in the bed and eat what I want, not only indomie or super bubur.. But the most to have shower and scrub my body! Haha.. I haven't washed my body or hair for 5 days!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna share my survival story in the jungle for 5 days!! Pake bahasa Indonesia aja lah ya biar lebih menghayati critanya :D&lt;br /&gt;Jadi hari Selasa kemaren semua anak BDP 14 ikutan jungle survival. Dari kantor berangkat ke Bandung after lunch. Sampe disana langsung dibagi tim n dikasih backpack. Ganti seragam ala tentara yg item2, pake sepatu boot kulit, terus milihin barang2 yg boleh dibawa. Cuma boleh bawa 2 kaos, termasuk 1 yg dipake plus 3 undies. No bathroom things, tissue basah aja ga boleh! Pdhl dah diem2 nyembunyiin :'( My bag is superrrr heavy! Secara isinya tuh ada botol minum, matras, sleeping bag, ponco (sejenis jas ujan tp jauh lebih lebar, bisa buat bikin tenda) trus masi ada setelan buat senam pagi, sweater, dll dll. But the worst part was I got my period! *sigh* Terus dibagi 4 grup gitu, merah kuning ijo biru, dan aku msk ke grup kuning! With Choky, Margie, Bella, Dila and Arya. Glad to had them because they were fun and very cooperative! :) lanjuttt.. Disuruh lari buat masuk ke hutannya, and very very tired haa.. Kaki mau toklek, napas udah mo putus.. Paling ga suka aktivitas lari2!! *double sigh* Sampe di tanah yg rada datar kita dikasih nasi kotak gitu, last rice we ate for the rest 5 days. Trus dalem 5 menit kudu ngabisin tuh nasi beserta isi2nya tanpa tersisa (kecuali sambel, tulang ayam sama kulit pisang), tragis... Padahal isinyaaa nasi lumayan banyak, ayam, tahu, sayur, lalapan, pisang, kerupuk, sm minum. Enak sih tapi kenapa makan kudu diburu-buru begono.. Maen aman aja lah drpd muntah di tempat. Haha.. Tapi akhirnya pada gagal trs kita switch makanan gitu. Thank God the next food I ate was only a few! Selesai makan akhirnya lanjut naek lagi sampe ke tempat tenda. Dibriefing ini itu, trs tidur pake sleeping bag. So cold!! My body was aching. Sayang tenda cewe2 kuning kebagi 2, jadi lah saya bergabung sama tim biru. End of day 1.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2. Dibangunin subuh2 pas masih gelap gitu, gerak hrs cakcek.  Kagak ada kamus lelet2 d hutan. Fyi, bener2 buta waktu slama di hutan lah pokoknya. Dan karena panik dicepet2in, dari semalem ga tidur pake matras, jadi lah itu tanah kerasa semua.. Haha.. Abis acara senam pagi trs lanjut rebus2 air, makan indomie, sikat gigi, beres2. Pelajaran hari itu acara PBB.. Sempet hampir pingsan gara2 kecapekan, tiba2 keringet dingin ga jelas, tp begitu tiduran ngadep langit langsung sehat kembali.. Apalagi liat kakak pelatih yg manis dan sok tenang ituuuu... :p trs lanjut cara mengenali arah mata angin di hutan.. Lanjut turun ke camp buat latihan bela diri gitu, gerakan2 berbau karate taekwondo itu. Selesai itu ada game sangat mengerikan. Game antar 2 tim, kudu lari, merayap, jalan jongkok, merangkak, jalan, merayap di lumpur, sambil ngumpulin makanan gitu sesuai kode.. Astagaa.. Bener2 badanku sangat mengerikan, ga bisa mandi, kedinginan, bau2 lumpur.. Horror! Akhirnya ada yg menggigil lah, ada yg pingsan pula. Acara malem lanjut ke sesi pengenalan BDP lagi. End of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3. Subuh2 sekitar jam 2 (bocoran dari pelatihnya) dikagetin sama bom! Critanya kalo ada bom gitu semua barang hrs dibawa keluar tenda, pake pakaian lengkap, trs tiarap jaga daerah kekuasaan. Belajar dari semalem, tidur lah sayaa pakai matras malem ini. Eaaa, panik donk abis dibom, si matras belom dilipet, dah pokoknya cepetan ke lapangan aja. Banyak banget barang2 yg ilang2 ato ketinggalan di tenda. Selesai diomel2in plus dihukum, balik lagi ke tenda buat tidur, kali ini beneran! Bangun pagi dgn rutinitas yg sama dengan kemaren. Pelajaran hari itu, PBB lanjutan, belajar pake kompas siang dan malem, terus evaluasi pelajaran beladiri hari kemaren (thank God semua lancar dan ga disuruh push-up), abis itu games kelompok (this was hilarious bcos we had no idea that we took all the bonuses), belajar turun hesti (pake tali tp ga ngiket di badan) dan masi dilanjutkan dgn kelas malem.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, 2 hari terakhir yg sangat ditunggu2, puncak kegiatan jungle survival sendiri.. Jeng jeng!! Kami semua dilepas ke alam, sendiri. Oya, sebelomnya sempet ada kelas pengenalan tanaman dulu, mana yg bisa dimakan, mana yg racun. And I ate that! Pakis kentang, careang, dll dll. Kagum sama diri sendiri.. Hahaha.. Pdhl biasanya sayur yg dimasak aja ga begitu doyan.. Okay lanjutttt, ada 2 rute yg dipakai, 1 rute dgn jalan yg relatif sedang tapi jauh, 1 rute dgn jalan yg sangat curam tp lebih dekat. Sialnya aku dapet yg no 2, which was tearing me apart! I was really doomed that day! Oya ceritanya sih individual dulu nih masuk hutannya. Udah semangat 45 melangkah maju, sampai lah gue di dead end aka jalan buntu. Akhirnya sibuk lah gue cari jalan yg bener dan tetep ga ketemu, bolak balik, ga tau udah wasting time berapa lama. Sampai akhirnya dari pihak pelatih nyamperin gue dan nunjukin jalan ke gue, sekaligus bantuin gue naek bukit2 yg gak ada pijakannya. Parah banget deh itu rute.. Sepanjang jalan gue selalu ngerasa dehidrasi, pokoknya selama disana mulut tuh selalu kerasa pahit. Malahan sampe sekarang masi berasa.. :( bibir juga masih kering bangetttt... :'( oke lanjut, sepanjang jalan gue ngerasa sangat lelah, kaki masih bisa diajak kompromi tp napas yg udah mau putus. Jalannya pelan2 udah kyk emak2 trs ambil napas dan menenangkan diri. Bener2 deh, mana pake acara ilang bolpen di post 1 dan sempet dilema mau balik lagi atau ngga. Akhirnya setelah menempuh perjalanan super panjang (rekor terlama selama 13 angkatan lol) sekitar 4 jam-an, plus nyasar2 yg gak keitung brapa kali, sampai lah gue di finish sambil diketawain sama pelatih2 disana yg lagi menyantap lunch box nya. Sigh.. Aduhhhh pokoknya ngerasa jd orang paling ceroboh sedunia deh, gak teliti, gak konsen. Tapi seneng banget begitu ketemu kelompok lagi!! *terharu* Gue langsung teriak, "KUNINGGGGGG!!!" Lol. Dan mereka plus tim merah udah yg duduk nyantai2 udah pada makan gitu, malah ada yg udah tidur segala! Kejammmmm.... Perjalanan lanjut berkelompok. Senanggggg.. Udah jalannya menurun, isinya ngerumpi doank, capek jadi ga terlalu berasa. Di post 1 kita yg disuruh merem terus membentuk bangun 2 dimensi dgn komando 1 org. Dilanjutin turun hesti!! Entah kenapa medan aslinya menurut gue malah ga terlalu mengerikan. Apa krn sehari sebelomnya gue udah nyobain? Emang sih ada yg curam2 gitu sampe sempet bikin ngguling gituu.. Hoahaha.. Tapi lebih lancar dan ga menakutkan aja. Abis itu di post selanjutnya, ranjau, ada si abang manis lagi.. Ihik ihik.. Bikin ga konsen deh, terdistract.. Lol.. Terakhir di post 3 tuh kudu nyebrang sungai tp 1 anggota ga boleh basah. Strategi tim sih udah bener banget, gue yg digendong (bayangkan saya yg digendong, brarti paling kurus di tim! Muahaha!), eh tapiiii ternyata ada yg gak megang gue.. Jadi lah kita disuruh ngerendem bokong di sungai. Dan dengan bodohnya sambil ngobrol kita duduk mapan disana terus. That was real fun.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah sampai di post istirahat kita bangun tenda dari si ponco itu trs masak2an deh.. Sempet ada ketegangan layaknya sinetron malem itu, kasak kusuk kanan kiri, but we are one.. So yeah, the rest was only a history. Selanjutnya, yg ditunggu2 juga, JURIT MALAM! Dasarnya emang bukan paranoid ye, gue jalan dgn sangat santai ke dalam hutan, nyusurin tali gelap2an pake lighter, harap2 cemas nungguin kapan setan2 gadungan itu nongol. Ternyata gangguan dateng di pos 1! Lg enak2 baca soal tau2 ada krasak krusuk di balik semak2, ada suara babi. Gue udah teriak2in sandi tapi ga ada jawaban, aneh.. Akhirnya bikin gue ga konsen baca soalnya deh, jd cuma baca kalimat awal dan akhir, dan menyadari kalo ini cerita yg dikasih tahu sm abang dande (si a'a manis) di makan siang ituuu.. Tp dasarnya gue cepet2 jd gue jawab pake jawaban itu deh, pdhl kata orang2 ada yg diubah gt belakangnya. Teu nyaho lah.. Abis dari post masih digangguin sama bau2an dan suara2. Trs mendekati garis finish tuh udah ada senter2 dan seharusnya gue udah nyandi dari jauh. Tp gara2 gue terdistract sama si tali rafia jadi lah gue melengos dulu. Trs dihukum lah gue krn gak nyandi dr jauh. Sebel ah, sempet eyel2an dulu sm pelatihnya tapi akhirnya diem juga gue dan push-up 20x. Ngos2an lagi.. Perjalanan abis itu lanjut ke finish terakhir brg kelompok.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di tanah lapang itu udah ada api unggun, bubur ayam, bakso, air mineral!! Berbinar-binar dah mata ini langsungan.. Abis itu ya evaluasi sama pelatih2, terus santap subuh trs upacara penutupan deh!! Acara penyematan pin.. Mana pin gue mukanya cina bangettt.. Haha.. Terus salaman deh sama pelatih2nya, termasuk sama si Abang. Kyaa! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Inti acaranya sendiri sih menggembleng mental n psikologi kita, serta ngajarin tata cara nilai BCA dan aplikasinya di hidup kita. Diajarin buat humble, customer focus, integritas, dll dll lah. I got lot of experiences and also made a deeper bond with friends from batch 14. Plus banyak banget kejadian lucu di hutan, ada yg pipis di sleeping bag lah, ada yg celana sobek di depan mata pelatih, lol. Ada pup yg nyangkut di kayu lah, kegedean sampe ga kebawa air. Huahahaha.. That was hilarious! Everything was soooo fun.. Except the dirt and cold. Bayangin donk udah nyemplung ke lumpur aja tetep ga mandi 5 hari bok. Rambut udah kyk gembel. Kuku kyk gelandangan item2.. Luar biasa lah pengalamannya.. Unforgetable n once in a life time.. And felt really proud to finish all the obstacles.. Memahami kekurangan diri sendiri, improve and improve, mengucap syukur tiap waktu.. Mantab lah junglenya.. Lebih mantab lagi kalo kenal sama si abang.. Gyahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Alright, keep fighting! Long long journey! God speed! :D&lt;p&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6967720882938764429?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6967720882938764429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6967720882938764429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6967720882938764429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6967720882938764429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/07/bdps-jungle-survival.html' title='My 1st Jungle'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-5127290287851330884</id><published>2011-07-12T11:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:34:25.303+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workzone'/><title type='text'>First Day At Office</title><content type='html'>My first day at the office yesterday was quite exciting.. Met another new members of BDP Batch 14. So we got total 22 people in the class, and all will become an Account Officer.&lt;br /&gt;Actually the first day was only an introduction of BCA and BDP, we just sat and heard the Lady talking.. And it was sooo sleepy.. And also got 2 snack-break and a lunch.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to have a jungle survival this afternoon!! Oh wow!! Will post the experience later :D&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-5127290287851330884?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5127290287851330884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=5127290287851330884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5127290287851330884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5127290287851330884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-day-at-office.html' title='First Day At Office'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-5342498991575736035</id><published>2011-06-21T21:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:02:09.557+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><title type='text'>Lotte Duty Free 2011 MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m wondering why Korea can be so cool.. Even a department store like Lotte Duty Free can have such an awesome advertising video, with billion hot guys featured in it. And by hot, i mean including my lovely Hyun Bin oppa (feel echanted everytime i see him), Jang Geun Seuk (still cute), Song Seung Heon (okay, i’m not a big fan of him actually, but i felt tempted too specially after watching him shirtless in My Princess drama lol), Kim Hyun Joong (one of the eyecandy man in BBF and became so popular after that, but I prefer Lee Min Ho! :)), JYJ, Big Bang, 2 PM, and the only lady Choi Ji Woo (would be better without her :p). Anyway, those groups are definitely super famous though i’m not a big fan either. Aaaaa, this is too awesome!! I feel like really wanna go there!! With the theme song, “So I’m Loving You”, this video is like a super combo eye amusement. Haha.. I watched it about 5 times and still counting. Haha.. Enjoy!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c6f96a8b-bbc9-48cf-8da0-328e765efdff" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="150f3e91-3317-4877-aa4b-c8e53e06f22c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3AS9uljY1k" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kLETAltTpz4/TgHnzpD8w7I/AAAAAAAACME/qVUbBiq2INE/video0405706c4ccf%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('150f3e91-3317-4877-aa4b-c8e53e06f22c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/g3AS9uljY1k&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/g3AS9uljY1k&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-5342498991575736035?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5342498991575736035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=5342498991575736035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5342498991575736035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5342498991575736035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/lotte-duty-free-mv.html' title='Lotte Duty Free 2011 MV'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kLETAltTpz4/TgHnzpD8w7I/AAAAAAAACME/qVUbBiq2INE/s72-c/video0405706c4ccf%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3554918211922844052</id><published>2011-06-14T03:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T03:10:18.834+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Korean Drama List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Talk about being a Korean lover, suddenly i wanted to list Korean series i’ve ever watched. But actually I already forgot a bit about the story of them. :p I’ll give (*) for the memorable stories. That means I like the series, whether it’s from the story or maybe because the casts only. lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A Love To Kill&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;All In&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;All About Eve&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Baker King&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boys Over Flower&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Brilliant Legacy&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Cinderella’s Stepsister&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Endless Love* (the first memorable movie, the sad part is the best, and the casts are also lovely)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Four Sisters&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Full House&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Goong* (love the story, love the comic, love the soundtrack, but most love Kim Jeong Hoon :D)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Hotelier&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I’m Sorry I Love You* (story and soundtrack)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Jewel In The Palace&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://afspot.net/gallery/index.php?act=thumbs&amp;amp;aid=4857"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Mary Stayed Out All Night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;My Love Pattzi* (i actually forgot, but i did buy everything related with this series long time ago)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;My Princess&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Sangdoo&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Sassy Girl, Chun Hyang&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Secret Garden* (현 빈 ‘s matter and all that kissing scenes, drove me crazy haha)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Stairway To Heaven&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Summer Scent&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Tree of Heaven* (i love PSH and sad love story :))&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Witch Yoohee* (love the story)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Wonderful Life&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;You’re Beautiful* (love JGS and the soundtrack)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t think i write the exact list, will update when I remember it :) I need to watch Coffee Prince, Oh My Lady, IRIS, and My Fair Lady.. People have recommended it but i always forgot to borrow it! Most anticipated series to come are Lie To Me (Yoon Eun Hye), City Hunter (Lee Min Ho), and You’ve Fallen For Me (PSH and JYH). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7PA9aVMCbxY/TfZupZE0qGI/AAAAAAAACLo/4G5aEin6Jjg/s1600-h/asn%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="70" alt="asn" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hJaaEzzAF5k/TfZuqXNSL3I/AAAAAAAACLs/WK5VQ3nFoRM/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3554918211922844052?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3554918211922844052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3554918211922844052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3554918211922844052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3554918211922844052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/korean-drama-list.html' title='Korean Drama List'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hJaaEzzAF5k/TfZuqXNSL3I/AAAAAAAACLs/WK5VQ3nFoRM/s72-c/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1282076552310636561</id><published>2011-06-11T00:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:29:32.665+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Boys and Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is definitely a relationship week. Haha.. I got surprises! I just got a wedding invitation from my junior school’s mate and she’ll have her wedding next week. She’s pretty young, but she has an adult bf so i think there’s no problem. The future husband can guide her. Well, i cant imagine it yet. I dont even have a bf :( Uhm, like for couple of years *double :(* lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And i found out that my friend has a new bf from West or usually we call them “bule”, and it makes me a lil envious. I mean, who doesnt want to have a bule bf?! Hahaha.. Totally making a better generation for us Asian :D Last thing, my best friend told me she’s in relationship. Finally! I know she has some admirers at her office and now she finally make it. Hahaha.. I’m sad for myself!! But I’m very happy for them! :) I hope they all have a bright future together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As for me, okay let’s just wait patiently and embrace the career first. With bright career i’ll have extra confidence to show up. LOL. I think i’m not that typically pretty girl that will catch every boy’s attention in a crowded room. But when you seek for something different, u can try me. Ha! Okay, let me stop this babbling. It’s like i’m offering something here! ==’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel like very jealous with Korean drama series, with their love story!! Yeah, they definitely know how to make us imagine it (just like what i did everytime watchin it). lol. But really, some rich guys, or very cold but actually warm inside, or a guy who’s willing to give his everything to the girl, so so imaginative. It’s one in a million that those kind of stories would happen in reality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, i just read this and paste it here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Boy : I broke up with her.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend&amp;#160; : What happened?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy : She’s just too much for me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend : What makes you say that? What did she do wrong?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy : Well, for one.. She only cared about her appearance. Always had to look good, always took forever to get dressed! So insecure..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend : So, you broke her heart because she wanted to keep your eyes locked on her? She wanted you to see that you have the prettiest girl under your sleeve and not think otherwise? I see..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy : Oh.. Well.. She’d often call me or text me asking where I am, who I’m with, telling me not to smoke, not to drink. She’s so clingy!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend : So, you broke her heart because she cares about your well being? Because she cares about you a lot? And her greatest fear is losing you. I see..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy : But.. Uhh.. Well, she’d always cry when I say something slightly mean. She can’t handle anything. She’s a crybaby!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend : So, you broke her heart because she has feelings? And because she just wanted to hear you say you love her? I see..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy : I.. Well! You know, she’d get jealous easily. I could barely talk to other girls! She’s so annoying! I had to hide it from her so she wouldn’t bitch about it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend : So, you broke her heart because she just wanted you to commit to her? She thought you were faithful, but you lied so she could find out later and hurt even more? She just wanted the guy she loves the most to love only her. I see..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy : Well, she..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend : You broke up with her because she’s good for you? She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because you were selfish. Are you proud?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy : I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening.. What happened to me?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;His Best Friend : You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could. You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you. THAT’S what happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All I can say about that note above is annoying!! Seriously, I completely don’t want to have a bf like that!! Try to flip the condition. It’s very uncomfortable to have someone asking for you EVERYTIME. And jealousy?? C’mon, get a life! For me, it’s just a childish love from the girl above. First, if you think you have a stable relationship, you will trust your spouse and not showing your bitchyness only because you’re too afraid to lose him/her. And also, physical appearance is important too, but your spouse must have accepted you no matter how ugly you are without cosmetics or pretty clothes when they commited to you fully. Though I cant stand for any lie in relationship either. And that smoking thing too! I hate smokers! So yeah, think twice when you have a spouse like the girl above. You must re-evaluate it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I remember I was asked by my interviewer about my previous relationship, why i broke up the last time, and what kind of guy that i want. That was like the strangest question ever on my interview experience. I was silence and smile and finally answered. I feel like, “Why are you asking this?! Are you interested in me?!” Haha. I definitely need a mature man, who’s stable mentally and financially. So there wont be annoying things like above. But sometimes i’m afraid that it’ll be me who make the trouble. lol. I really like to be as cool as Sloan on Entourage. Oh wait, and I need someone who cares too! And show his love to the fullest. Just like those Korean drama guys :))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah but the fact i never put any interest to any guys recently! Or let’s say for a quite long time. That’s weird. I feel like i know everyone in my social environment. I need to step up to the other world. Really. I havent found anyone that can amaze me. So yeah, all you guys out there, if you feel like the one I described, just come and catch me really soon! :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Now i feel like my friend whispering to me, you search for Jesus first, and everything will be added to you.* :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lj46XhSRYpw/TfJauRbgusI/AAAAAAAACLg/4Y6iuh31U4k/s1600-h/asn%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="85" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vPI2iMPm3sI/TfJavnqDSXI/AAAAAAAACLk/E-SsMaEeCPs/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1282076552310636561?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1282076552310636561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1282076552310636561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1282076552310636561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1282076552310636561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/boys-and-girls.html' title='Boys and Girls'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vPI2iMPm3sI/TfJavnqDSXI/AAAAAAAACLk/E-SsMaEeCPs/s72-c/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-4995215877753203069</id><published>2011-06-09T01:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T01:31:07.830+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Super Long Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;During May, I was super free, I had nothing to do, like at all. Just helping my mom at the shop at noon, and that’s all. I was totally bored to death anyway. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But I had many friends which birthday is in May, so yeah, a lil and big surprise again!! :D Started in 12th May, Akun’s bday. We did plan the schedule after we knew that we would go to the beach on 11th, so the rest of the day was spent to kill the time. Beach, dinner, monopoly-ing. We had a pretty special cake for him, and actually a special treatment. Buttttt, we missed the treatment because the ladyboy we hired didnt come to the place. It sucks. Imagine if he got the hug and kiss from the ladyboy!! Creepy! haha! xD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tclHvxyEiaE/Te9DFR0KYtI/AAAAAAAACIw/lUoAKOEUbC0/s1600-h/230859_1894239069676_1052539577_32064486_6488844_n_%2525C2%2525B8%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525BE%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="230859_1894239069676_1052539577_32064486_6488844_n_¸±±¾" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="281" alt="230859_1894239069676_1052539577_32064486_6488844_n_¸±±¾" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UooR__3ONDw/Te9DHEAh70I/AAAAAAAACI0/VTtiN3yXRQ4/230859_1894239069676_1052539577_32064486_6488844_n_%2525C2%2525B8%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525BE_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GvV8Q8m6LSA/Te9DKBjtAxI/AAAAAAAACI4/4NF54BuMe9I/s1600-h/231067_1894248909922_1052539577_32064526_5507347_n_%2525C2%2525B8%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525BE%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="231067_1894248909922_1052539577_32064526_5507347_n_¸±±¾" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="392" alt="231067_1894248909922_1052539577_32064526_5507347_n_¸±±¾" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iZsJq_s81NQ/Te9DM2ZbM1I/AAAAAAAACI8/QhEUjzuTEWs/231067_1894248909922_1052539577_32064526_5507347_n_%2525C2%2525B8%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525BE_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HMCVrC0mw7I/Te9DQT4q6tI/AAAAAAAACJA/pzzbdlygwpM/s1600-h/231164_1894244109802_1052539577_32064506_2846764_n%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="231164_1894244109802_1052539577_32064506_2846764_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="294" alt="231164_1894244109802_1052539577_32064506_2846764_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5YtLRS_v3iw/Te9DSyLMCoI/AAAAAAAACJE/mpqr2GZYmak/231164_1894244109802_1052539577_32064506_2846764_n_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;-Indrayanti Beach at Wonosari-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_PCfm4yn944/Te9DVJQw9FI/AAAAAAAACJI/TDKmOsWdxY4/s1600-h/222751_1894218829170_1052539577_32064407_3270337_n%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="222751_1894218829170_1052539577_32064407_3270337_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="263" alt="222751_1894218829170_1052539577_32064407_3270337_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PRxGJ_jh13U/Te9DXPVp-II/AAAAAAAACJM/1WtzF6TtsVs/222751_1894218829170_1052539577_32064407_3270337_n_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Xf4EQz-3Kvw/Te9Di05Sm4I/AAAAAAAACJQ/69t2eJAu7gE/s1600-h/226760_1894219389184_1052539577_32064411_2285506_n%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="226760_1894219389184_1052539577_32064411_2285506_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="359" alt="226760_1894219389184_1052539577_32064411_2285506_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-a4HQeA1LmZc/Te9DmjKmtnI/AAAAAAAACJU/lMAOHbvmXAI/226760_1894219389184_1052539577_32064411_2285506_n_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VmXHrzluDKs/Te9Dp1ClfbI/AAAAAAAACJY/JL_6vKMowC4/s1600-h/227894_1894217229130_1052539577_32064394_923231_n%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="227894_1894217229130_1052539577_32064394_923231_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="269" alt="227894_1894217229130_1052539577_32064394_923231_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bfJ_8W4pkEc/Te9DsU-rpBI/AAAAAAAACJc/xQf121MNXQE/227894_1894217229130_1052539577_32064394_923231_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;-The cake and birthday boy-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Had a birthday dinner with friends at Takigawa, new Japanese restaurant in town. Expensive costs with ordinary taste. I definitely prefer Sushi Tei :p Oh wait, but the interior is quite pretty. We sat in the tatami room, and my friends went camwhoring with the lamp. I did that too ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YC1bxKaepsg/Te9DwZOosoI/AAAAAAAACJg/ni-VVdsPEK0/s1600-h/248249_1916252179990_1052539577_32090038_2946027_n%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="248249_1916252179990_1052539577_32090038_2946027_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="283" alt="248249_1916252179990_1052539577_32090038_2946027_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3uGClpX_AX0/Te9DzMx3wiI/AAAAAAAACJk/NfFBwAwzJe4/248249_1916252179990_1052539577_32090038_2946027_n_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hfte0oLSacY/Te9D3SvVeyI/AAAAAAAACJo/_ogYmNvFn6k/s1600-h/250058_1916265460322_1052539577_32090076_891321_n%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="250058_1916265460322_1052539577_32090076_891321_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="284" alt="250058_1916265460322_1052539577_32090076_891321_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-23eK3znjPsQ/Te9D6HWm4aI/AAAAAAAACJs/HuLbQsg8ZZg/250058_1916265460322_1052539577_32090076_891321_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6_rLbgbnwUg/Te9Ey8sZrNI/AAAAAAAACJw/P5cINEvLv-A/s1600-h/229044_1916245299818_1052539577_32090015_671035_n%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="229044_1916245299818_1052539577_32090015_671035_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="289" alt="229044_1916245299818_1052539577_32090015_671035_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TzIu_u_Gh0Q/Te9E2mutQCI/AAAAAAAACJ0/aOVyaKwqNgI/229044_1916245299818_1052539577_32090015_671035_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Another surprise for friend’s bday on 26th May. Just like old time, car parade for the birthday boy :D We set the car at the uni’s parking lot, and then took him to the street. People were staring, laughing, taking picture. So funny!&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cJZpYB9FSmo/Te9E-d_VTbI/AAAAAAAACJ4/YKFY6oQkF8w/s1600-h/251461_1925395648571_1052539577_32100444_4505087_n%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="251461_1925395648571_1052539577_32100444_4505087_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="297" alt="251461_1925395648571_1052539577_32100444_4505087_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UQU6EsFlPHY/Te9FBOdQkBI/AAAAAAAACJ8/A4nwWQHmuNE/251461_1925395648571_1052539577_32100444_4505087_n_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7Ydctsb-Uv0/Te9MCfnglrI/AAAAAAAACKA/0ywwPazE73o/s1600-h/247147_1925388608395_1052539577_3210%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="247147_1925388608395_1052539577_32100428_1870147_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="301" alt="247147_1925388608395_1052539577_32100428_1870147_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2RQsww5nrso/Te9MFboOJGI/AAAAAAAACKE/FL2Eu9rF8R4/247147_1925388608395_1052539577_3210%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nextttt, went to Semarang to another culinary party with the beloved friends. Fat! Fat! Fat! Had our breakfast at warung gudeg in Muntilan, not big fan of gudeg, soooo… no comment! ;p First destination in Semarang was the new mall, Paragon. It’s actually really small! The best part is Charles &amp;amp; Keith store which we dont have in Jogja, the rest is just the same. We went to Alcatraz Grill for lunch, camwhoring inside!! The concept of the restaurant is prison, but they only have one room that suit it and lucky we got that room. It was very empty at that time. Next we went to Citraland mall and some markets. We went to S2 for dinner. They say this is the most happening place in Semarang, where jetset-ers come to dinner. The concept itself is great, Japanese, Chinese, and Western foods in one building but with different room. You can also choose to sit in the middle in open air space. Pretty! Last, we went to try Lind’s cafe for dessert. It reminded me with restaurant in Dago, Bandung, the concept is the same, they offer the city view. Pics below!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IWMSgA0EtGQ/Te9MJMXzdhI/AAAAAAAACKI/oyD3MgqbVRE/s1600-h/251585_1936545247304_1052539577_3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="251585_1936545247304_1052539577_32117850_7798539_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="370" alt="251585_1936545247304_1052539577_32117850_7798539_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RZtXQAnn-_o/Te9MLgtNYFI/AAAAAAAACKM/SfgxwEQoUr0/251585_1936545247304_1052539577_3211%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wDAlOZnod6Y/Te9MQFeNrXI/AAAAAAAACKQ/ISYxu4kBOBc/s1600-h/249213_1936555727566_1052539577_3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="249213_1936555727566_1052539577_32117877_3480459_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="294" alt="249213_1936555727566_1052539577_32117877_3480459_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5i2Zk2oV4DA/Te9MTffgShI/AAAAAAAACKU/4pItrHyty4o/249213_1936555727566_1052539577_3211%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Mi0Ylbm0Ytc/Te9MWgpvX1I/AAAAAAAACKY/MU_On4KhhEc/s1600-h/254411_1936538447134_1052539577_3211%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="254411_1936538447134_1052539577_32117807_98955_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="360" alt="254411_1936538447134_1052539577_32117807_98955_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hAu9K9KBL64/Te9MY_OBHlI/AAAAAAAACKc/TcLmmgfKlqU/254411_1936538447134_1052539577_3211.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dsNFqnhrTkk/Te--oquRNYI/AAAAAAAACKg/ahRElknkljY/s1600-h/254489_1936540367182_1052539577_3211%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="254489_1936540367182_1052539577_32117823_5426681_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="378" alt="254489_1936540367182_1052539577_32117823_5426681_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fJDoX2-7_K4/Te--vkv0Z_I/AAAAAAAACKk/zw6wdYGHVuw/254489_1936540367182_1052539577_3211%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8-W7n-2bzpk/Te--1hhV_uI/AAAAAAAACKo/BKX0UACir-w/s1600-h/247586_1936531446959_1052539577_3211%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="247586_1936531446959_1052539577_32117763_3833458_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="386" alt="247586_1936531446959_1052539577_32117763_3833458_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zGvtqQ9_kDo/Te--62jyORI/AAAAAAAACKs/c-ZGORxa5qI/247586_1936531446959_1052539577_3211.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-15HCltXjfg8/Te-_BhfXuGI/AAAAAAAACKw/iTnzgL3kEs0/s1600-h/251287_1938219849168_1052539577_3212%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="251287_1938219849168_1052539577_32120339_6135535_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="428" alt="251287_1938219849168_1052539577_32120339_6135535_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BRk-FfUUa7s/Te-_Jed95rI/AAAAAAAACK0/crRhYEK7Huk/251287_1938219849168_1052539577_3212.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least!! Pehcun day again!! Still in Parangtritis beach, but no eggs this time! We went at the night, time to fly the lantern, just like in Tangled movie!! :D We wrote our wishes and flew it into the sky. Pretty!!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--6DHQVoBVO8/Te-_OBGckwI/AAAAAAAACK4/iC6G9cnmYY0/s1600-h/246889_1942228469381_1052539577_3212%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="246889_1942228469381_1052539577_32127086_3734390_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="356" alt="246889_1942228469381_1052539577_32127086_3734390_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CxFwOZyNNg0/Te-_Su7o8fI/AAAAAAAACK8/faZgbcj0vi8/246889_1942228469381_1052539577_3212%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-99GVwKgWXeY/Te-_W3vhAKI/AAAAAAAACLA/k5cgYL0tiXA/s1600-h/248754_1942228629385_1052539577_3212%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="248754_1942228629385_1052539577_32127087_6918543_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="403" alt="248754_1942228629385_1052539577_32127087_6918543_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-v8YFOJzJIYI/Te-_cEVIsbI/AAAAAAAACLE/I6KwbW8yVik/248754_1942228629385_1052539577_3212%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-h3s6j7j5PJE/Te-_hF72w0I/AAAAAAAACLI/a7J7d-ed1m0/s1600-h/255705_1942225189299_1052539577_3212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="255705_1942225189299_1052539577_32127072_419792_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="218" alt="255705_1942225189299_1052539577_32127072_419792_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3o5mkRDNaOs/Te-_l9BOmjI/AAAAAAAACLM/JU13R00opvg/255705_1942225189299_1052539577_3212%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-T_oZ-Hkx48g/Te-_ryWyrpI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zUxynJQ6msg/s1600-h/247839_1942225629310_1052539577_3212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="247839_1942225629310_1052539577_32127074_8254068_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="222" alt="247839_1942225629310_1052539577_32127074_8254068_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tH7LIBGgus4/Te-_wlx1IkI/AAAAAAAACLU/F8yzwwVAKMg/247839_1942225629310_1052539577_3212%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hihihi, holiday is over!! Time to get money and focus at career!! Hwaiting!! 파이팅!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lX2yzoySlgw/Te-_zj9d8XI/AAAAAAAACLY/XpizoAhr2SI/s1600-h/asn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="81" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-medDcz3k4ZU/Te-_4Otc8KI/AAAAAAAACLc/BsQ20Yryykg/asn_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-4995215877753203069?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4995215877753203069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=4995215877753203069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4995215877753203069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4995215877753203069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/super-long-holiday.html' title='Super Long Holiday'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UooR__3ONDw/Te9DHEAh70I/AAAAAAAACI0/VTtiN3yXRQ4/s72-c/230859_1894239069676_1052539577_32064486_6488844_n_%2525C2%2525B8%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525B1%2525C2%2525BE_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2035408214198378552</id><published>2011-06-08T14:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:40:01.691+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Job Job Job = Money Money Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, finally, after a very stressing yet long spare times this whole time, I got it. The job that totally new for me. Since i will learn everything new about banking. Hell yeah, I’m gonna be a great banker! Haha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yeah, it came for me, finally. I’ll go to BC*, joining the BDP Program, which is a career acceleration program. 3 months schooling and 9 months OJT. It will be pretty strict cos I need to get a good grade in every test. So yeah, dont want to get cut in the middle of the program. Let’s just reset my brain, lol, been a long since I used it properly. :p &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I believe this one is the best. Dont know why my sister prefers this bank to *stra for me. Though I still have my heart broken because of the Director rejected me. And when I found out the reason, it’s bcoz I was too confidence. Ha bloody ha! Silly, right? I cant believe it, I even felt nervous when I met him! Non sense!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, past is a past after all. Let’s face the new environment, the new job, and the new life in that polluted city!! :D Please, wish the best of me! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8XkcMJWC910/Te8nS4EYBpI/AAAAAAAACIo/Q2-zYwvIekQ/s1600-h/asn%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="82" alt="asn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-91PViE6y6kY/Te8nT9TG9tI/AAAAAAAACIs/zRiZYc3m-n8/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2035408214198378552?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2035408214198378552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2035408214198378552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2035408214198378552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2035408214198378552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/job-job-job-money-money-money.html' title='Job Job Job = Money Money Money'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-91PViE6y6kY/Te8nT9TG9tI/AAAAAAAACIs/zRiZYc3m-n8/s72-c/asn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-4434645861411221322</id><published>2011-04-22T01:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:10:42.055+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man &amp; Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm making some random analysis about men's body and their sport. Lol. Remember this is just for fun. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I basically like footballers' body, they just perfectly fit, not too big or too small. They have muscles, and the calf is really hawt. Imagine how often they run. About their look, it's really various. U can find a very handsome man like David Beckham or Iker Casillas, yet there are also Drogba and another African footballers as the beasts. Lol. But I think they're good looking in their own way, they always have a beautiful spouse!!    &lt;br /&gt;How about basketballers? Must have a very big and thick body. Giant body generally, for centre and forward, and still need a thick one for guard. Really2 big. But here in Indonesia, you can find so many small players, even a skinny one! Also, I don't find any handsome players from NBA. :P     &lt;br /&gt;The other sports are F1 and MotoGP. I notice that MotoGP doesn't have a very handsome man, see Rossi or Stoner, or even Lorenzo. Yet I just recognized Vettel and Hamilton on F1 and I think they are hawt! Vettel has more babyface and hamie's smile is soooo sweet. Okey, I didn't notice the other since it was only them who had the podium. I'll watch F1 regularly from now on. Lol :D And motoGP riders usually have a skinny body, because they need light weight to ride that super big bike, so the bike will run and turn easier.     &lt;br /&gt;Badminton, they have regular body. Not too big muscle, with a very good calf too. The most handsome player comes from China, Fu Hai Feng! :D     &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, martial art, like karate and taekwondo. They basically skinny and have lil muscle. It helps their movement, because speed matters so much in this kind of sport. But it's also various, because this sport is categorized into so many weight limit. My favorite country for taekwondo athlete is still philippines, specially the Spanish look player. :D     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own analysis??? For another sport maybe?? Or do you agree or disagree with mine??:D     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/Tb1bGzfd8GI/AAAAAAAACIA/cEyDyM4MySw/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="73" alt="asn" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/Tb1by9XJFRI/AAAAAAAACIE/xaqDOH4gLyU/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-4434645861411221322?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4434645861411221322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=4434645861411221322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4434645861411221322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4434645861411221322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-sport.html' title='Man &amp;amp; Sport'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/Tb1by9XJFRI/AAAAAAAACIE/xaqDOH4gLyU/s72-c/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3543857186524515621</id><published>2011-04-16T02:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:59:26.695+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positivity</title><content type='html'>This subject kinda being my insight on these couple days. I don't know, like everytime I go somewhere, I see, hear, and get something about positivity. Or maybe you can say it's about gratitude too.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I just realize how annoying people who are always complaining instead of giving thanks. How annoying people who always say about negativity instead of giving the courage.  &lt;p&gt;The story starts here. For many times I feel mad with my mom. Where's her when I need her support? She's there physically, but not supportive toward me at all. I was called again for an interview right one day after my arrival at home. But I re-scheduled it cos I haven't booked any tickets yet. I told my mom and she was complaining.    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What did you say earlier? Why didn't give the exact time?&amp;quot; said her. I tell her I was told that if I'm booked, they gonna call me again in the next 1 or 2 weeks. That's why I went home first. And she started saying about how expensive to get there, that I've always gone and back from jakarta so many times, that I wasted much money. I was like... Wth??? I thought it was all my sister's. I owe her very big, both money and time. I was kinda yelled at mom, told her &amp;quot;why u always take the negative side of everything? Why don't u just give thanks that they had call me back, that I still have big chance to work there, in my dream company.&amp;quot; And then she was just quiet.    &lt;br /&gt;Didn't she think that if I go to jakarta, I will get my dream job, in a big company, and if I work there, I don't need to ask for her money for the rest of my life. Haa bloody haa! I can live by myself! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And suddenly I remember that at the day of my departure home, I kept complaining about the airplane. That they always get delay everytime. And the waiting room inside the terminal was too crowded, people didn't get enough seat, and I couldn't feel the AC either (well, it was all true). So while I was bored waiting for boarding, I tweeted a lot and almost every tweet was about how I criticized that airplane. Even after it landed, I still tweeted that the airplane had just landed in a horrible way. And I got a reply, that I should have given thanks that I still lived. Well, so true! Though I was tweeting along just for fun, but I think I was really annoying to tweet all those negative stuffs. I promise I'll change that!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then yesterday I met my friend, and she was talking with her friend about someone. And she said exactly the same thing, about how annoying to hear people complain about everything. We already have our own problem, why don't just share the happiness each other? I always try to make my environment happy, try to share my energy. I hope I can stay positive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last thing that just happened tonight, my mom again. I hate hearing all her negative words. Argh! She met my friend's dad and they talked about us trying to get a job in the same company. And we both haven't got any phone calls yet from the company. I already told her before that everyone who didn't pass the previous selection would get a text message, yet those who didn't get any message still have the chance. I don't know why suddenly she said again, &amp;quot;It's already so long, maybe you didn't pass it.&amp;quot;   &lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, can I get a little supportive action? A positive word? I don't need any negativity around me, puhleaseeee... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank God I still have friends who support me always, even it's only words. And also Alvin, who keeps sending me the daily cookies everyday, it courages me a lot and I can make it as my strength. Thank you. :) Anyway, you can find this encouragement also, by visiting his blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailycookies.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I believe in karma, and I believe if you put out positive vibes to everybody, that's all you're going to get back.&amp;quot; -Ke$ha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/Tb1ZBcBgJlI/AAAAAAAACH4/awRMLfSlins/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="78" alt="asn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/Tb1ZHr3RveI/AAAAAAAACH8/YZD1AVhABN8/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3543857186524515621?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3543857186524515621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3543857186524515621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3543857186524515621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3543857186524515621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/positivity.html' title='Positivity'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/Tb1ZHr3RveI/AAAAAAAACH8/YZD1AVhABN8/s72-c/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7484164553895468095</id><published>2011-04-12T00:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:47:03.753+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook'/><title type='text'>Little Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another scrapbook creation for friend’s birthday :) The 1st one was for Christina. That was the design for her cake. So basically we ordered an opera cake with photo chocolate for the top icing. So cute huh?! ;) The 2nd one was made for my cousin, Vonny. That was belated surprise, cos i just got back home at her birthday day. Hahaha.. It’s better late than never, right?! :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TaM7Oyc_rJI/AAAAAAAACHQ/sP4f3JDFbaI/s1600-h/coba_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="coba_¸±±¾" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="389" alt="coba_¸±±¾" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TaM7Ros9gOI/AAAAAAAACHU/xg5cXBd_RT0/coba_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TaM7Uu0vFRI/AAAAAAAACHY/RrcRmLplhBg/s1600-h/voo%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="voo" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="390" alt="voo" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TaM7X-aiqeI/AAAAAAAACHc/lF0jsfS1j4U/voo_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt; To know the crazy story behind the surprise, read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/marchellino-evant/pit-hitam-berkeliaran-sebeom-natal-surprise-voodoolita/10150217610871535" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TaM7YulDXlI/AAAAAAAACHg/bQul1AchPZk/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="62" alt="asn" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TaM7ZqbdiZI/AAAAAAAACHk/sia1ihJJ1Yo/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="91" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7484164553895468095?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7484164553895468095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7484164553895468095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7484164553895468095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7484164553895468095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-creation.html' title='Little Creation'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TaM7Ros9gOI/AAAAAAAACHU/xg5cXBd_RT0/s72-c/coba_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1160409571872746366</id><published>2011-04-09T09:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:43:26.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesian Pity Government</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4AP_qv4IBY/TZ_Hz841nRI/AAAAAAAACHI/dp3emSy2pbk/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FeDJfNTY1MTliZS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-706087"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4AP_qv4IBY/TZ_Hz841nRI/AAAAAAAACHI/dp3emSy2pbk/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FeDJfNTY1MTliZS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-706087"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593408957549223186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I feel really ashame with my country. Not with my country actually, but with the goverment and their system spesifically.&lt;p&gt;One of Indonesian government caught in the act while watching porn in his pc-tablet. And he did that in the middle of staff meeting. This was really really disgusting and made me mad! He still tried to avoid though, he said that it was just a random link came to his email, and he opened it. So the link was a porn and he just deleted it directly. In the other side, the photographer said it was a folder. That pervert old man picked the file for about 2 minutes and then watched it for about 1 minute.&lt;p&gt;And look at the picture taken. On the left pic, he&amp;#39;s definitely not reading any emails, he even picked the hottest one!! Ha bloody haa!! Fyi, the right picture was him watching the porn.&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#39;s talk about the logical things. &lt;br&gt;1. He said that he usually opens any emails on the meeting so it can help his work. -&amp;gt; What kind of work email that puts any random link? Beside, he could just say to the media who was sending him that email so he wouldn&amp;#39;t take the blame. And also, didn&amp;#39;t it take time to download the video? How could he doesn&amp;#39;t feel weird about the link name, or maybe the title of the file? Weird, weird, weird.&lt;br&gt;2.He still said that it was email from unknown sender. -&amp;gt; From the photo we can see that it wasn&amp;#39;t email, it&amp;#39;s totally some porn files waiting to be opened. So it can be folder or search engine. &lt;br&gt;3.He said that he deleted the video directly after he knew that it was a porn. -&amp;gt; So if we wanna know the truth, let&amp;#39;s we check out his pc-tablet, seek for every folder and recycle bin. Or if it was an email, let&amp;#39;s just check the inbox or the deleted message folder. &lt;p&gt;Geez, if you watch the news on tv, he still trying to avoid it and saying some jokes about it at the interview. Iughhh.. Pervert. The president really needs to reshuffle the government, burn down the useless people. People who sleeps at the meeting and even watches porn. People who are not thinking about our life and only stealing our money. Or maybe, he also doesn&amp;#39;t have the capability to lead the country? I don&amp;#39;t know. I&amp;#39;m not usually concern about the government and political issue, but this is just way too much. Too disgusting to be true, and super awful.. &lt;p&gt;Ironically, few months ago the other government named Tiffie was really strict about porn site in Indonesia. He wanted all access to porn site to be closed. He even brought the Blackberry (BB) phone in that case, accusing that BB was dangerous because people can access porn site from the browser. And this was making so many pros and contras in the community. Well I think this Tiffie was quite idiot that he complained on BB, yet most of people watching porn from pc. How could you enjoy watching porn from this tiny screen?! The BB case was over and he&amp;#39;s saying that 90% porn sites are blocked already. And now, the disgrace of the government is leaked again..&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ciao. &lt;br&gt;S&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1160409571872746366?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1160409571872746366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1160409571872746366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1160409571872746366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1160409571872746366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/indonesian-pity-government.html' title='Indonesian Pity Government'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4AP_qv4IBY/TZ_Hz841nRI/AAAAAAAACHI/dp3emSy2pbk/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FeDJfNTY1MTliZS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-706087' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-169076367616668206</id><published>2011-04-06T12:10:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:30:18.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruno mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Bruno Mars Concert In Jakarta</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was 5 April 2011, 1st Bruno Mars concert in Jakarta, promoted his album 'Doowops &amp;amp; Hooligan'. And i was there!! Flying from Jogja to Jakarta, attending my first international concert, and it was for Bruno Mars :)   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhUj1ufze58/TZwtx56d-WI/AAAAAAAACHA/CLqSW1qjFkM/s1600/205566_10150150450512989_597932988_6716136_4417070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592395172670208354" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhUj1ufze58/TZwtx56d-WI/AAAAAAAACHA/CLqSW1qjFkM/s400/205566_10150150450512989_597932988_6716136_4417070_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;I said the ticket was so expensive, 600K Rupiah for festival class and 500K Rupiahs for the tribune class. And if it's not worth it, i was like gonna mad! Also why i chose Bruno for my first time, simply because i'm too in love with his music. Let's say he's not handsome, haha, but his smile is soo captivating. Specially when I see 'Just The Way You Are' music video, i'm melting, felt like he sang that song for me. Didn't it crazy?! I first recognized Bruno Mars from his phenomenal duet songs, like Nothin On You and Billionaire. And after that the hits single was out, and i saw the music video, and i just LOVE him so much. And downloaded all of his songs. His voice is soooo beautiful, i saw some of his live performances on youtube and just couldnt wait to watch the real one in front of me.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So here we come! D-day! I was going there with Ivonne and her friends. We got into the spot at around 5.30 pm. And we saw some Bruno's decoration for photo spot. Couldnt miss it! Time to camwhoring! hahaha..   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7kRfVEP8eQ/TZwKkGfbBTI/AAAAAAAACGQ/ETzwkYeZd80/s1600/DSC03771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592356452621288754" style="width: 351px; cursor: pointer; height: 468px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7kRfVEP8eQ/TZwKkGfbBTI/AAAAAAAACGQ/ETzwkYeZd80/s400/DSC03771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Toq5uKUcS1Q/TZwKlDPnWVI/AAAAAAAACGo/celWdz_iW5o/s1600/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592356468929550674" style="width: 348px; cursor: pointer; height: 464px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Toq5uKUcS1Q/TZwKlDPnWVI/AAAAAAAACGo/celWdz_iW5o/s400/DSC03776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR_IN9rF3Dk/TZwKkqpZexI/AAAAAAAACGg/r0LI5pC3-Lo/s1600/DSC03774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592356462326807314" style="width: 343px; cursor: pointer; height: 458px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR_IN9rF3Dk/TZwKkqpZexI/AAAAAAAACGg/r0LI5pC3-Lo/s400/DSC03774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9evTxBfHjAQ/TZwKkTQddmI/AAAAAAAACGY/KWM5bvYCxBo/s1600/DSC03772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592356456048195170" style="width: 399px; cursor: pointer; height: 298px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9evTxBfHjAQ/TZwKkTQddmI/AAAAAAAACGY/KWM5bvYCxBo/s400/DSC03772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;We waited inside the istora for about almost 2 hours. The gate was opened at 6pm and it wasnt too crowded. We could sit but we didnt wanna lose our spot there. We were standing about 10 meters behind the first gate. People inside the first gate were so close to the stage! Oh my God, i was so jealous with them! So lucky! I was standing in the middle of the crowd, yet someone beside me was a lil bit stinky, someone in front of me was so tall like i wanted to hit his head! Hahaha.. And people screamed like crazy! They shouted 'i love you bruno!' bla bla bla.. Like you think he heard it -______-* So noisy! I was standing in a pretty good spot anyway, i could watch Bruno straight in front of me, yet sometimes not. My biggest disappointment was the crowd screamed and sang like a bunch of sucks choirs, specially when it came to the hits song, i couldnt hear Bruno's voice clearly.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Than the concert started at around 8pm, Bruno came out and played the drum and the guitar. He sang 'The Other Side' as the opening song. The crowds sang it along with him. He sang 14 songs that night. 9 songs from Doo-woops &amp;amp; Hooligans album, I was kinda disappointed that he missed Talking To The Moon. I love that song! Rawrrr!! He sang Billie Jean, 2 unrecognized songs (top of the world and money?), plus Billionaire and Nothin On You which was completely different! He sang the rap part slowly, and i didnt notice that it was Nothin On You before he reached the reff part! And when he sang, &amp;quot;Beautiful girl....&amp;quot; the crowd sang along again. Also he said some words that made us screamed! He sang &amp;quot;Indonesian girl....&amp;quot; bla bla bla, and we screamed! Also said &amp;quot;aku cinta kamu&amp;quot;.. But the best moment was when he sang it and pointed on one girl at the front row. Lucky bitch! lol. The show was almost over after Just The Way You Are, Bruno and his crew was going off of the stage, and people screamed &amp;quot;WE WANT MORE!!!&amp;quot; So the last song of the night was Runaway Baby, which was very entertaining, cos he showed his dance skill and teased us with his 'carrot'. lol. He definitely knows how to make us scream like crazy! I think it was the perfect encore. And that's it. The end of Bruno's night. :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtnpeBKpCzw/TZwRnm725hI/AAAAAAAACGw/QfIaIqtK0qQ/s1600/DSC03779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592364209451492882" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtnpeBKpCzw/TZwRnm725hI/AAAAAAAACGw/QfIaIqtK0qQ/s400/DSC03779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uA76Qv9ATQ/TZwRn4SGXeI/AAAAAAAACG4/mFVnhi1O-cM/s1600/DSC03784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592364214108184034" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uA76Qv9ATQ/TZwRn4SGXeI/AAAAAAAACG4/mFVnhi1O-cM/s400/DSC03784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering how many people was there inside Istora Senayan. I saw the video from youtube and the festival class was so full! And some celebs spotted there were dimas seto (one of the comittee i guess), vj daniel and cathy sharon (which is looking more beautiful in real life). They suddenly stood up behind me! Too bad didn't have the chance to take a picture. And i saw jasmine, nikita willy (dressed up like an old bitch), edric tjandra, jeremy thomas and family, vidi aldiano who was being interviewed, and at the dinner place i saw shireen sungkar and wisnu with vidi gank.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My first international concert, Bruno Mars :) I'm not too satisfied because i wasnt standing at the very first row so bruno couldnt sing that song to me (yeah, u wish San), and also no opening band at all. Indie band was there outside the building and sang when the concert was over. So the 600K was spent to watch Mr. Mars only. Thank God he didnt disappoint us. His voice was beautiful and trully awesome in live show! His stage act was also entertaining. I'm still in love with his music. He promised to come back ASAP :D Fyi, Indonesia was the first country of his Asia tour.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;To watch his 'Runaway Baby' performance yesterday, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zALNpnu61go"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I couldnt stop watching it, really.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;xoxo,   &lt;br /&gt;S     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-169076367616668206?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/169076367616668206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=169076367616668206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/169076367616668206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/169076367616668206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/bruno-mars-concert-in-jakarta.html' title='Bruno Mars Concert In Jakarta'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhUj1ufze58/TZwtx56d-WI/AAAAAAAACHA/CLqSW1qjFkM/s72-c/205566_10150150450512989_597932988_6716136_4417070_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2502192231140394694</id><published>2011-03-29T00:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:06:04.331+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote For #YourSingapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC_5WLv0VI/AAAAAAAACGI/yKED7jtYi-4/s1600-h/homeimgvote%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="homeimgvote" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="251" alt="homeimgvote" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC_-kOd5bI/AAAAAAAACGM/ec1dojREVs0/homeimgvote_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hello guys, please vote for my story ‘Rush and Fun’ here : &lt;a href="http://singasik.com/gethooked/index.php?page=story&amp;amp;id=58"&gt;http://singasik.com/gethooked/index.php?page=story&amp;amp;id=58&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It means a lot to me. You can also get a chance to win free ipod by voting!! Just click the link to go to my page directly, and click the like button. You will log in via facebook. Dont forget to register your vote. I dont know whether it’s work or not when u dont click the like. I hope it counts when u register only. I dont know the terms. Thanks a lot!! :*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2502192231140394694?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2502192231140394694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2502192231140394694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2502192231140394694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2502192231140394694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/vote-for-yoursingapore.html' title='Vote For #YourSingapore'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC_-kOd5bI/AAAAAAAACGM/ec1dojREVs0/s72-c/homeimgvote_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-323904643330117417</id><published>2011-03-26T23:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:34:33.952+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Solo Culinary Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to Solo yesterday, culinary all day long, visited some eating spots there. Me n friends went in the morning and our first place was Diamond. We ate dimsum for breakfast. Just like Quality Hotel, they gave 50% discount in spot. I was suppa full after this. Haha.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC389iuIQI/AAAAAAAACFQ/BOGTlzwDIOM/s1600-h/dimsum%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="dimsum" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="286" alt="dimsum" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC3-AwdTCI/AAAAAAAACFU/qjeJnToxR5o/dimsum_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next, we went to my favorite culinary spot in solo, BATAGOR MANG EDHIE!! They said the batagor was originally from Bandung. I love it bcos it tastes like batagor2 in Bandung, so yeah, since it’s too far away to eat batagor in Bandung, i definitely will eat this everytime i go to Solo. Very2 recommended!! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4Ab80z0I/AAAAAAAACFY/Iuwl6ilMtaY/s1600-h/batagor%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="batagor" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="286" alt="batagor" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4FkiWu_I/AAAAAAAACFc/EB6yvho8TdU/batagor_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Third round was J-cool ing. I was really full so we decided to walkin around before eat our next food. Hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Round 4 was eating Bebek Hj Slamet. Actually we have the same restaurant here in Jogja, but people said it tastes different. So i cant miss it. Basically it tasted the same as here, but we got it more crunchy and i think the ‘sambel’ was more spicy there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next round, we went to one hangout spot called Rocketz. It’s pretty cool place but i think it’s very dark. I love the live band but we left pretty fast. The drinks are quite expensive, it’s above 20K. I was really full so i only ordered Choco Rocketz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4KzqTWXI/AAAAAAAACFg/xZqzXK8NFLc/s1600-h/country%20salad%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="country salad" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="283" alt="country salad" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4QIXoRrI/AAAAAAAACFk/1iERmW9Wx28/country%20salad_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4SKZys-I/AAAAAAAACFo/tHvIUl7x2s0/s1600-h/mushroom%20cream%20sauce%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="mushroom cream sauce" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="284" alt="mushroom cream sauce" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4Tiv33zI/AAAAAAAACFs/UZQcVKknPSk/mushroom%20cream%20sauce_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4WUoJKjI/AAAAAAAACFw/pTBldHO21Pk/s1600-h/choco%20rocket%20n%20choco%20lovers%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="choco rocket n choco lovers" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="288" alt="choco rocket n choco lovers" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4X6GM9kI/AAAAAAAACF0/VO-U9TyFRYw/choco%20rocket%20n%20choco%20lovers_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4cAE-gOI/AAAAAAAACF4/YY0f4URMEgI/s1600-h/strawberry%20lady%20n%20frapico%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="strawberry lady n frapico" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="283" alt="strawberry lady n frapico" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4jy8FY2I/AAAAAAAACF8/VtN6rzlz7JU/strawberry%20lady%20n%20frapico_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When u go to Solo, u cant miss the Keraton if u wanna have culture trip. My friends bought a lot of Pia Balong at Sumber Rejeki and also some breads in Orion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Had a lot of fun there! and of course lot of food too! I think i got my weight increased. Damn!! lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4kxLYn8I/AAAAAAAACGA/KKezER8biDI/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="79" alt="asn" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC4ly2aLWI/AAAAAAAACGE/LzdvQVZ578k/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-323904643330117417?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/323904643330117417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=323904643330117417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/323904643330117417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/323904643330117417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/solo-culinary-day.html' title='Solo Culinary Day'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TZC3-AwdTCI/AAAAAAAACFU/qjeJnToxR5o/s72-c/dimsum_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-8845659293478208315</id><published>2011-03-07T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:27:42.445+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Lack of Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hell yeah, i’m back!! I just got my internet connection back! Geez, i’m so mad using AHA. So what did i miss to blog this whole time??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I spent my Chinese New Year in Bandung, having a great time there :) Not to forget that i already bought Bruno Mars concert ticket on 5th April.. Yeah!! I just can’t miss him! Too good to be missed! So happy that i got it =D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bad news, I still have no job, and I’m pretty desperate about it. I keep waiting and waiting, until the result comes. But when?! Hufh.. I really dont want to be an unemployee like this! :’(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I won JavaJazz gala opening tickets last week. But since it held on Jakarta, I gave it to my sister. It was held at the US ambassador home, and so many important people from the embassy there, also few of celebs. Too bad i couldn’t go, cos it was like a socialite event. lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What else, I missed watching some series I follow before, like Glee, Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl and also Pretty Little Liars. I gotta catch those. And Life Unexpected had finished. Huaaaa… So sad, it was a great series. But I followed new series, named Entourage. Well, it’s an old one actually, but i just watched it and i love it! Totally! The story is unique and the casts, they played it very well. The message, they keep their friendship and brotherhood no matter what happen and the positivity of the role is just so great to be watched. And all of those dirty yet encouraging words came from Ari Gold, they were hilarious. I cant wait for the last season this summer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Think that’s it, i had no interesting story. I’m really really stuck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUVf-N8jfI/AAAAAAAACFI/VLt-7kDaTLU/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="73" alt="asn" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUVgn2qyOI/AAAAAAAACFM/gl0f9OwmQd0/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-8845659293478208315?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8845659293478208315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=8845659293478208315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8845659293478208315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8845659293478208315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/lack-of-internet.html' title='Lack of Internet'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUVgn2qyOI/AAAAAAAACFM/gl0f9OwmQd0/s72-c/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3225790324894318285</id><published>2011-02-16T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:29:40.508+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook'/><title type='text'>Birthday Card For Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUHJc9CIBI/AAAAAAAACE4/-zKOa7yI0OM/s1600-h/bushbday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="bush bday" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="386" alt="bush bday" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUHjLnzuOI/AAAAAAAACE8/AJfAcEpoG9w/bushbday_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy birthday to you, sist :) I’m really grateful to have you as my sister. Wish all your wishes come true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUHpc6AkGI/AAAAAAAACFA/mRnjEje5iD4/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="66" alt="asn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUH3guZtTI/AAAAAAAACFE/dsOF_BnHjag/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3225790324894318285?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3225790324894318285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3225790324894318285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3225790324894318285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3225790324894318285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-card-for-sister.html' title='Birthday Card For Sister'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TXUHjLnzuOI/AAAAAAAACE8/AJfAcEpoG9w/s72-c/bushbday_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6810787517965979453</id><published>2011-02-09T00:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:39:18.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting Tips</title><content type='html'>I was watching Kick Andy when I found this interesting fact. Why kids don&amp;#39;t want to tell their parents if they done something wrong? Because parents usually get angry. Parents is also a human which is not perfect either, so why get angry when you can just forgive your kids and even better you give and teach them an explanation. &lt;p&gt;So what do the kids need? They need a validation, consists of 3P. First, PENERIMAAN (accepting), how you accept your kids&amp;#39; condition, good or bad, right or wrong. Second, PENGHARGAAN (appreciating), it&amp;#39;s good to appreciate your kids. You can&amp;#39;t only focus on the negative things, people usually do it. In case a kid gives 16 right answers of 20, parents usually too focus on the 4 wrong answers. &amp;quot;How could you answer it wrong?? Blablabla&amp;quot; And yeah, that shit happens over and over. Third, PUJIAN (praising), don&amp;#39;t hesitate to praise your kids, tell them that they make you proud as a parent. (Taken from Kick Andy)&lt;p&gt;And also remember, that we don&amp;#39;t raise a kid only, we raise another future adult (my sister&amp;#39;s quote). So don&amp;#39;t treat your kid as a kid forever, teach them how to grow up so they can socialize themselves inside the community.  &lt;p&gt;My story... I can&amp;#39;t understand why my mom is so underestimating me. She keeps complaining why I didn&amp;#39;t take my first chance on sm*rt. I believe I deserve a better one! Why she couldn&amp;#39;t accept it?! I know my capability, okay?! I can get something bigger than that. I know it! And while I&amp;#39;m still waiting for A*M&amp;#39;s result, I told my mom that the candidates became 6 people, and she said &amp;quot;berat, berat&amp;quot; (english : it&amp;#39;s hard). Why the hell she said that instead of &amp;quot;I know you can do it, San&amp;quot; or maybe &amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re good enough to be chosen&amp;quot;. Why she didn&amp;#39;t give me a positive words and encouraged me to keep trying and fighting?? I still believe in myself, why she can&amp;#39;t?! I&amp;#39;m really pissed off. That&amp;#39;s why I don&amp;#39;t really like to talk to her.&lt;p&gt;You know, me as a child needs supports and positive words, not all of those complains or pesimist feeling. We don&amp;#39;t need it okay?! It will be really good if parents understand their child and support them no matter what happen. Be wise. &lt;p&gt;Well, I hope this post is useful for parents and future parents :) &lt;p&gt;Xoxo&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6810787517965979453?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6810787517965979453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6810787517965979453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6810787517965979453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6810787517965979453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/parenting-tips.html' title='Parenting Tips'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7517993318424551147</id><published>2011-01-15T16:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:13:44.741+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobseeker</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!! It&amp;#39;s the 10th day of me living in Jakarta.. Hahaha.. This is practicing before I get the real one when I work. Fyi, I only managed my things for 4 days only :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Besides, I&amp;#39;m gonna tell my story here. So I was called for an interview in PT A, but then the salary wasn&amp;#39;t as high as my expectations. It was my first biggest dilemma in this new year. I meant, this was the first company I got deal with, the first company that wanted to hire me. And remembering the fact that I&amp;#39;ve been jobless for almost 6 months, I should&amp;#39;ve been taken it, right? Well yeah, despite the positive and negative things, that wasn&amp;#39;t the company that I put #1 in my priority. I didn&amp;#39;t know why but I kept my faith in PT B. But I was really confused at that time..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was my first decision as adult woman (like my sis said), so finally I put my decision!! I refused it. Yeah, and my mom kept questioning me. It&amp;#39;s really annoying! That&amp;#39;s my choice mom, I deserve the best, I know it! You just need to keep in faith on me :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that bloody confusing thing, I met a headhunter that willing to help me distributing my CV to several companies. Thank God!! And the day after, I got a good news from PT B that I got called for next step.. Thank God again!! His time is just perfect :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I&amp;#39;m in another dilemma of deciding whether to go back home or not. I had nothing to do everyday here, actually. But then I&amp;#39;m afraid that PT B would call me in near future.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yah, here I am. Still here, in Jakarta, waiting my faith and belief to be happened. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See ya!! :*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7517993318424551147?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7517993318424551147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7517993318424551147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7517993318424551147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7517993318424551147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/jobseeker.html' title='Jobseeker'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3544814454250307666</id><published>2011-01-05T15:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:57:56.783+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>2010 Post Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For using and reading pleasure, i will resume some of my posts here. Like you all know, that 2010 was the year that i did blogging more active :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And my specialty is about food journal, movie review, life lesson, etc. I give you an easy way to read all my interesting posts!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life lesson :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-ngambek-berkepanjangan.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jangan ngambek berkepanjangan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-blind.html" target="_blank"&gt;Love is blind&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/sepakbola-indonesia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sepakbola Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-spirituality-zone.html" target="_blank"&gt;My Spirituality Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/used-vs-loved.html" target="_blank"&gt;Used vs Loved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-sakiti-ibumu.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jangan Sakiti Ibumu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-lesson.html" target="_blank"&gt;Life Lesson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;How much does the price for virginity?? *&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-much-does-price-for-virginity.html" target="_blank"&gt;klik&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/chinese-culture-good-or-bad.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chinese culture&lt;/a&gt; : good or bad?&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cerita Hidup (&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/cerita-hidup.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/cerita-hidup-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cerpen created by me&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Champagne Girl (&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-3.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-4.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Two Hearts (&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-hearts-part-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-hearts-part-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-hearts-part-3.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-hearts-part-4.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye.html" target="_blank"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;*Belom ada judul* &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/sedikit-cerita-belom-ada-judul.html" target="_blank"&gt;klik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food journal :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-journal-musiro.html" target="_blank"&gt;Musiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-journal-nagoya-japanese-cuisine.html" target="_blank"&gt;Nagoya&lt;/a&gt; (Quality Hotel)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-foodfezt.html" target="_blank"&gt;Foodfezt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-parsley-bakery-resto.html" target="_blank"&gt;Parsley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-kmeals.html" target="_blank"&gt;K’meals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-dae-jang-geum.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dae Jang Geum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-dixie-easy-dining.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dixie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-pastagio.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pasta Gio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/food-journal-yo-cafe.html" target="_blank"&gt;Yo Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-cafe-coklat.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cokelat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;House of Raminten *&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/house-of-raminten-tragedy.html" target="_blank"&gt;tragedy&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/gunung-kidul-tourism-beaches-in-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Gunung Kidul Tourism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/imb-indonesia-mencari-bakat.html" target="_blank"&gt;IMB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Xiuxiu meitu (&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-xiu-xiu-meitu.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/xiuxiu-tutorial.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-happiness-coca-cola-commercial.html" target="_blank"&gt;Open Happiness&lt;/a&gt; (Cocacola commercial)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay guys, enjoy reading and blogwalking!! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TSQyju7QN9I/AAAAAAAACEk/eMHVRVLwuIo/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="60" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TSQykgFdrEI/AAAAAAAACEo/7SVgqeKh5L8/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="89" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3544814454250307666?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3544814454250307666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3544814454250307666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3544814454250307666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3544814454250307666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-post-resume.html' title='2010 Post Resume'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TSQykgFdrEI/AAAAAAAACEo/7SVgqeKh5L8/s72-c/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-905224563670361490</id><published>2011-01-01T03:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:47:36.547+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook'/><title type='text'>Happy 2011!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Just wanna say Happy New Year to all of you!! :)    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I wish we have a new soul and spirit, not only a new year.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I spent my NYE in the church and I'm glad that I could do that, entering this NY with God.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this special card!!♥ Like I said, forget everything you regret in 2010.. Move on and believe that you can achieve the greater in 2011. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TR474WzIHRI/AAAAAAAACEc/TCSiEb7gN7c/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbnUgeWVhciBjYXJkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-741350"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556944829600505106" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TR474WzIHRI/AAAAAAAACEc/TCSiEb7gN7c/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbnUgeWVhciBjYXJkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-741350" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!! ;)     &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-905224563670361490?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/905224563670361490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=905224563670361490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/905224563670361490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/905224563670361490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011!!'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TR474WzIHRI/AAAAAAAACEc/TCSiEb7gN7c/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbnUgeWVhciBjYXJkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-741350' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3986872572938778225</id><published>2010-12-31T01:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:06:12.205+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>2010 Kaleidoscop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got my new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4"&gt;Blackberry Gemini&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as a birthday gift from mom. Yeah, finally the environment forced me to use a BB. Social matters. lol.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Went to Sundak beach with my highschool mates and it was a really fun &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff"&gt;mini reunion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) I would be missing them. &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzJ2XZ7zZI/AAAAAAAACD0/REXyo0nCLmg/s1600-h/cover3%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="cover3" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="255" alt="cover3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzJ3r23zNI/AAAAAAAACD4/0GUEtGSWdow/cover3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Baked a valentine’s chocolate pie and had no one special to give. lol. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="3"&gt;I was freaking single along this year.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="4"&gt;Graduation.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Of course it was the best part in this year. My 4 years time in university finally ended, i’m a Bachelor of Engineering now :D My great friends had also graduated. I wish the best luck for those who haven’t. Keep fighting!! :) &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzJ5BVTWcI/AAAAAAAACD8/H6wBvdzBUmE/s1600-h/a%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="440" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzJ6sI0PtI/AAAAAAAACEA/KvWE_7E8bVk/a_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzJ88qTYjI/AAAAAAAACEE/GGhlf8WfKZo/s1600-h/img001%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="img001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="283" alt="img001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzJ-fk8QqI/AAAAAAAACEI/VPR_coKfQsM/img001_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First time abroad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#5959ff" size="4"&gt;Trip to Singapore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) I’d like to do it every year. Haha!! Wondering where would i get the money..*sigh* Phuket on 2011 maybe? ;)&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzKA_Vrb9I/AAAAAAAACEM/oKKkcW1ijcI/s1600-h/DSCN5488_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5488_¸±±¾" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="299" alt="DSCN5488_¸±±¾" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzKCTlZRNI/AAAAAAAACEQ/5tY3gW3wuSI/DSCN5488_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think i was blogging more active this year. I wrote lots of thoughts, reviews, uploaded some of me singing on youtube. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;The blog reached 10.000 viewers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in this year. Yeay! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, i did my first test and interview for a job in this year. Haha! I failed 4 times on the interview, for God’s sake. That’s so pity of me. But i think I did great on the last interview because they’ve called me for another interview on January :) Well, let’s see what happen next. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I believe in God’s plan, He provides the best for me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya on next year!! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzKDbYcMuI/AAAAAAAACEU/vfwELedEp-8/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="79" alt="asn" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzKEkIk_oI/AAAAAAAACEY/9JkpL46NtqE/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3986872572938778225?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3986872572938778225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3986872572938778225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3986872572938778225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3986872572938778225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-kaleidoscop.html' title='2010 Kaleidoscop'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRzJ3r23zNI/AAAAAAAACD4/0GUEtGSWdow/s72-c/cover3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7820048768120901503</id><published>2010-12-30T13:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:53:27.722+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gunungkidul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonosari'/><title type='text'>Gunung Kidul Tourism (Beaches in 1 Region)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gunung Kidul is a part of Jogjakarta Province, with Wonosari as the state. It lies in the south east of Jogjakarta City. We spend usually 1 hour to reach Wonosari. They offer natural beaches as the main tourism destinations and also the other natural objects. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Baron beach is a main beach tourism object and the most crowded beach among the others. It is surrounded by limestone hills, with a path on it. On the west, there’s a mouth of underground river, so that there’s a place where salt-water and fresh-water meet. The hills are so pretty indeed. But the crowded are too much. Outside the beach there are many small restaurant that offer seafood and other foods, but it’s not recommended to eat there. The other beaches lay at the east of Baron beach.&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrElRUhfI/AAAAAAAACA4/tPhD9JdsiTk/s1600-h/100_1452%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1452" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="291" alt="100_1452" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrI2IArxI/AAAAAAAACA8/vxn1RQsRydg/100_1452_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrLCI_gSI/AAAAAAAACBA/8VTB_6hDVa4/s1600-h/100_1453%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1453" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="289" alt="100_1453" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrMjFUZuI/AAAAAAAACBE/PLRUcE6T0xc/100_1453_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrPPudcWI/AAAAAAAACBI/MJc6Q7dnMy8/s1600-h/100_1451_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1451_¸±±¾" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="417" alt="100_1451_¸±±¾" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrRCFDoKI/AAAAAAAACBQ/vkv4dIHJaSY/100_1451_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;- The lake where salt-water and fresh-water meet-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kukup beach is a beautiful large white-sand beach, where we can find various kind of sea fishes sold by some traders along the beach. There’s also a coral isle with a viewpost to enjoy the sea.&lt;img title="escape" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="228" alt="escape" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrVk8DXSI/AAAAAAAACBU/MDcsIqaiaTs/escape_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sepanjang beach is a natural conservation beach because in certain time turtles lay eggs. It lies about 1km of the east of Kukup beach.&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrZDmeERI/AAAAAAAACBY/ylMoYQjr7us/s1600-h/wsepanjang1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="wsepanjang1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="293" alt="wsepanjang1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrbJbgWVI/AAAAAAAACBc/e9FJMp_23Zg/wsepanjang1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Drini beach is a traditional fishermen harbor and a fish public center. There’s also a coral island and many Drini trees that can be used to avoid poisonous snake. Drini is my favorite beach among the other that i visited yesterday :) &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwreTySC_I/AAAAAAAACBg/-IHQHgt030w/s1600-h/100_1456%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1456" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="291" alt="100_1456" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwriYjLkdI/AAAAAAAACBo/gitjGuhRj8E/100_1456_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrm9M32NI/AAAAAAAACBs/KLdiXxZ89so/s1600-h/100_1461_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1461_¸±±¾" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="397" alt="100_1461_¸±±¾" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwroixStkI/AAAAAAAACBw/xxc1iFo6q5Y/100_1461_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrtIhRTeI/AAAAAAAACB0/qBKxIwaen9Y/s1600-h/100_1465_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1465_¸±±¾" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="287" alt="100_1465_¸±±¾" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrwgxhuEI/AAAAAAAACB4/T6Ak5y5gQgM/100_1465_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrzP-i7QI/AAAAAAAACB8/LeHGBmyrjqE/s1600-h/100_1475_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1475_¸±±¾" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="281" alt="100_1475_¸±±¾" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwr08uHYNI/AAAAAAAACCA/_4IAX6E3kOw/100_1475_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwr22FNZ1I/AAAAAAAACCE/BxPm4j5BQ_Q/s1600-h/100_1477%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1477" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="100_1477" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwr4NVJ-MI/AAAAAAAACCI/GydBjVmdWIc/100_1477_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Krakal Beach is the longest beach among the other beaches. The white sand sparkling along the beach is very ideal for tourists who want to enjoy the sea scenery. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwr517zEUI/AAAAAAAACCM/cxBRZcNMzPo/s1600-h/Pantai%20Krakal%20%282%29%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Pantai Krakal (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="242" alt="Pantai Krakal (2)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwr7odLZgI/AAAAAAAACCQ/aCZW0pCv1os/Pantai%20Krakal%20%282%29_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sundak beach is the other famous beach like Baron. It offers a place for camping ground. Not far from the beach, there’s a fresh-water source in a small cave and used by people to supply their drinking water. There are some villas and cottages not far from Sundak beach, check my &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/villa-crab-sundak-beach-wonosari.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about Villa Crab.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwr-IFL7SI/AAAAAAAACCU/cAdowP_QEZY/s1600-h/100_1484_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1484_¸±±¾" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="287" alt="100_1484_¸±±¾" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwr_ZF7I7I/AAAAAAAACCY/0xqfsCHIrHE/100_1484_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Siung beach is located in Purwodadi village, about 35 km from Wonosari. Its typical character is the cliff surrounding the beach and very ideal for rock-climbing. The facilities to reach the beach is pretty good. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsClmxDHI/AAAAAAAACCc/uOxF6HmA7-w/s1600-h/Pantai%20Siung%204%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Pantai Siung 4" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="283" alt="Pantai Siung 4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsEFhKoFI/AAAAAAAACCg/UAH0QHr_UP0/Pantai%20Siung%204_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wediombo beach is so so far from Sundak (my thoughts :P). Though it’s only 40 km from Wonosari. You can see the sea panorama from above the hills or from&amp;#160; the beach. I didnt go to the beach on my last visit, too tired to went down there. &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsGeSPmbI/AAAAAAAACCk/Zu_i1od6ozQ/s1600-h/100_1485%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1485" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="280" alt="100_1485" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsH4jgyDI/AAAAAAAACCo/ABhgx_bQwBc/100_1485_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsKGSxRXI/AAAAAAAACCs/K99G5SRYdLI/s1600-h/dscf0155%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="dscf0155" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="288" alt="dscf0155" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsLU3mtYI/AAAAAAAACCw/kvC56isRsLU/dscf0155_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sadeng beach is lies on the east of the beach range in Gunung Kidul. Sadeng beach is potential with its lobsters and tuna fish exported abroad. In the journey before we reach Sadeng beach, we can also enjoy the view of Suling Lake, a valley believed as the down stream of the ancient Bengawan Solo River which is suitable for tracking.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsOhv-xwI/AAAAAAAACC0/0wT8PtjIHsc/s1600-h/sadeng%20pantai4%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="sadeng pantai4" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="sadeng pantai4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsSWFuQOI/AAAAAAAACC4/BCZIHw2aXpA/sadeng%20pantai4_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;There are other beaches i dont mention above, like Indrayanti beach, Ngrenehan beach, etc. Beside so many beaches in the same region, we can also enjoy the karst area of Pegunungan Sewu (Sewu mountain) and i really2 excited to go there on my next trip, enjoying the cave and lake. Below is Gunung Kidul map and tourism spot. Enjoy!!&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsVdEzBwI/AAAAAAAACC8/iazDXAg1D_A/s1600-h/Peta%20dan%20Rute%20Wisata%20Pantai%20Gunungkidul%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Peta dan Rute Wisata Pantai Gunungkidul" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="282" alt="Peta dan Rute Wisata Pantai Gunungkidul" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsXT5hN7I/AAAAAAAACDA/4yS8QkOi_xY/Peta%20dan%20Rute%20Wisata%20Pantai%20Gunungkidul_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsYFfjrCI/AAAAAAAACDE/cr5_6doBUKM/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="69" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwsY39MZSI/AAAAAAAACDI/Y35BcSy3dnA/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7820048768120901503?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7820048768120901503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7820048768120901503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7820048768120901503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7820048768120901503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/gunung-kidul-tourism-beaches-in-1.html' title='Gunung Kidul Tourism (Beaches in 1 Region)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwrI2IArxI/AAAAAAAACA8/vxn1RQsRydg/s72-c/100_1452_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-4844712284759274140</id><published>2010-12-29T14:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:04:34.711+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook'/><title type='text'>Scrapbook Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was back into scrapbook fever again :p Made a birthday card for my mom and also my friend’s cousin.. I hope they liked it! :) And also Christmas card and New Year card for tomorrow!! Yayy :))&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwux1gWzRI/AAAAAAAACDc/fmSunsjNiv4/s1600-h/mom%20bday%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="mom bday" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="376" alt="mom bday" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwu0gdRz_I/AAAAAAAACDg/4NJsGX2ZE-I/mom%20bday_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwu3syKWpI/AAAAAAAACDk/IzcLuJLt7_M/s1600-h/mom%20bday2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="mom bday2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="376" alt="mom bday2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwu5iEDRaI/AAAAAAAACDo/pKxsb8OLPgM/mom%20bday2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwu8JtrNaI/AAAAAAAACDs/1DqXL1quHEM/s1600-h/sally%20bday%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="sally bday" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="379" alt="sally bday" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwvAVIYiYI/AAAAAAAACDw/GqtIGK52qes/sally%20bday_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-4844712284759274140?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4844712284759274140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=4844712284759274140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4844712284759274140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4844712284759274140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrapbook-fever.html' title='Scrapbook Fever'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwu0gdRz_I/AAAAAAAACDg/4NJsGX2ZE-I/s72-c/mom%20bday_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-102480811791361635</id><published>2010-12-26T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:57:52.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Sepakbola Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRdsYHrVzhI/AAAAAAAACAw/hnnL7mRmTNo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FydWRhLWluZG9uZXNpYS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-704490"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555027827018288658" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRdsYHrVzhI/AAAAAAAACAw/hnnL7mRmTNo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FydWRhLWluZG9uZXNpYS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-704490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Well,, gonna write in Indonesian for this post.   &lt;p&gt;So, siapa yang nonton final leg pertama Malaysia vs Indonesia di Stadion Bukit Jalil Malaysia?!? I believe almost every Indonesian watched it, supported our team, prayed for their winning. Tapi sayang sekaliiii,, Indonesia baru aja kalah 3-0 dari Malaysia, seteru besarnya. Padahal pas penyisihan group di GBK Indonesia, malaysia digasak 5-1 sama Indonesia. Well, pukulan telak tapi Malaysia bisa bangkit. Mereka yakin bisa memenangkan laga kandang di Malaysia. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now what about Indonesia?? Dengan segala dukungan rakyat Indonesia plus optimisme tinggi, mereka bertandang ke malaysia, ingin membuktikan bahwa gak pernah terkalahkan dalam 5 laga kandang itu bisa menjadi modal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saya sendiri gak pernah nonton Liga liga Indonesia, walaupun saya fans berat Manchester United. Menurut saya permainannya kurang menarik aja, atau mungkin emang beda kualitas dan beda skill lah ya sama sepakbola Inggris. Tapi kalo udah membawa nama Indonesia alias timnas, entah kenapa saya lalu menjadi nasionalis.. Hahaha.. Gak cuma sepakbola sih, sejujurnya dari bidang apapun asal mereka membawa nama Indonesia pasti saya langsung jadi nasionalis dan excited :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tapi hari ini sejujurnya saya kecewa juga sih atas kekalahan mereka.. Walaupun saya berharap mereka tetep menang dan jadi juara AFF 2010. Gamenya jadi super panas, ditambah supporter yg panas juga.. Yg mulai gak beretika karena pakai laser2 buat distract pemaen Indonesia. Yg akhirnya pun memancing pemaen Indonesia buat protes di menit 54. Dan setelah kejadian pertandingan yg berhenti sementara krn masalah laser, Indonesia langsung kebobolan 3 goal dlm 20 menit. Memang tidak bisa menyalahkan laser, MENURUT SAYA itu karena mental timnas aja yang kurang oke. Dan permainan mereka pun emang sangat ga maksimal, keliatan gugup. Yang utama sih defense yg super duper payah.. Segampang itu pemain malaysia masuk ke kotak dan nyetak goal, sekali lagi 3 goal dalam 20 menit saudara2... Kalo mau defense ya yg sepenuh hati, lari juga ampe mati, jgn setengah2.. Sayang di tipi ga ada perhitungan ball possession, karena kalo dilihat, jelas banget malaysia punya jauh lebih besar possession di game tadi. 60-40 mungkin. *sok pakar sepakbola* hehehe... Pengaruh karena main di kandang malaysia kah? Tentunya kita gak mau donk timnas cuma dicap jago kandang doank? Saya sih cuma bisa tetep mendukung timnas, berdoa semoga permainan mereka di leg 2 di GBK bisa jadi jauh lebih baik.. Back2 ga bermain tanpa koordinasi gitu, serangan juga bisa lebih tajam. Dan si kiper jangan kepedean sukanya maju2 ke depan ninggalin gawang. *peace*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Di luar permainan timnas sendiri, supporter Indonesia emang patut diwaspadai, krn beberapa pertandingan terakhir di GBK pun mereka cukup mengerikan. Tidak berbudaya, tidak beretika, dan identik dgn rusuh!! Well, mayoritas aja sih.. Tapi mayoritas dari 80000 orang tuh kan banyak!! Kita sibuk ngomongin laser malaysia, bukannya supporter Indonesia juga maen laser pas timnas lawan Philippine?? Jelas2 ada foto beredar di twitter yg menunjukkan kelakuan supporter Indo itu. Belom lagi petasan ato apa lah itu, sama aja di Indonesia jg masi lolos tuh yg pada duduk di tribun atas. Selama ini Indonesia masih menang di GBK, gimana kalo besok kalah?? *amit2* Tapi saya ga yakin kericuhan jenis apa yg bakalan terjadi di GBK. Semoga aja supporter disana bisa lebih memakai otak dan gak asal rusuh, setelah berkaca dari supporter Malaysia hari ini. Gak seharusnya kita marah2 dan mencaci maki kalo kita sendiri masih kayak gitu kan??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Belom lagi masalah perusakan GBK sama calon penonton final leg 2.. That's so so pity.. Siapa yg harus disalahkan?? Jelas faktor ketidaksabaran dari supporter itu emang berpengaruh. Tapi siapa yg bisa sabar sih kalo udah ngantri dari tengah malem sampe siang dan masi blom dilayanin? Yang ada pihak panitia cuma ngasih janji2 bullshit. Saya jd inget pengalaman saya di rumah makan, saya nunggu selama 1 jam lebih dan akhirnya makanan yg saya pesan dinyatakan habis. Waktu itu saya gondok banget dan terus ngumpat2 lah.. Well, jadi walaupun saya ga merasakan turun langsung di GBK saya juga bisa mengira2 rasanya lah.. Mungkin kalo saya ada disana saya juga udah triak marah2, walaupun ga anarkis sampe ngerusakin kali ya, ga mampu.. Dan ga punya nyali.. Dan masih punya malu.. Hahaha.. Yang jelas itu panitia perlu kerja yg bener lah (saya ga nyebut PSSI loo), mulai dari sistem pemesanan tiketnya, keamanannya, dll. Gimana mau dilirik dunia buat jadi tuan rumah World Cup kalo masalah pemesanan tiket aja jadi masalah besar yg ga bisa diatasin (kalo yg ini otomatis PSSI). Dan parahnya udah berkali2 terjadi.. Gak ada perbaikan, yg ada malah ngeruk dengan naikin harga tiket. Shame on you, PSSI..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm just sharing my thoughts anyway.. Peace out!! :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Berjuanglah timnas buat leg 2 besok!! Kalian belum kalah!! Piala masih did depan mata!! Impossible is NOTHING!! Garuda di dadaku, Garuda kebanggaanku!! Go go sepakbola Indonesia!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Xoxo :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwtQGdjgPI/AAAAAAAACDU/CHliQsj4md8/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="64" alt="asn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRwtRBTUHDI/AAAAAAAACDY/GA5yZcT5dmc/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-102480811791361635?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/102480811791361635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=102480811791361635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/102480811791361635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/102480811791361635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/sepakbola-indonesia.html' title='Sepakbola Indonesia'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRdsYHrVzhI/AAAAAAAACAw/hnnL7mRmTNo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FydWRhLWluZG9uZXNpYS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-704490' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6715993835424138184</id><published>2010-12-25T00:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:58:26.835+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2010 :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRTWOkySfeI/AAAAAAAACAo/yg430InZChw/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FeG1hcyBjYXJkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-793525"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554299786335780322" height="375" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRTWOkySfeI/AAAAAAAACAo/yg430InZChw/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FeG1hcyBjYXJkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-793525" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Hello readers!!!   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;it's 25th December here!! Hohohoho.. Merry Christmas to all of you!! :))   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to the world.. To erased our sins.. We shall give a very great gift for Him :)   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;May the spirit of Christmas bring you peace,   &lt;br /&gt;The gladness of Christmas give you hope,   &lt;br /&gt;The warmth of Christmas grant you love.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;God bless you :)   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;P.s : specially made this card for everyone.. Pardon me for the old photo.. I couldn't find any christmas photo of me.. This is the one.. Hahaha.. I think it was 5 years ago :p But see my creativity lah :))   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;P.p.s : it's been an awesome year for me!! So many blessings, so many miracles.. Thank God for accompanying me through this year. :)   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;P.p.p.s : I wish peace and love for everyone :D   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRws-01u9BI/AAAAAAAACDM/7PJ92TCH8Hk/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="66" alt="asn" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRws_q8Ay4I/AAAAAAAACDQ/CXprVBb3_FM/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6715993835424138184?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6715993835424138184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6715993835424138184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6715993835424138184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6715993835424138184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-2010.html' title='Merry Christmas 2010 :))'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TRTWOkySfeI/AAAAAAAACAo/yg430InZChw/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FeG1hcyBjYXJkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-793525' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-574929357041604490</id><published>2010-12-12T01:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:02:51.207+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee Christmas Album'/><title type='text'>10000 Clicks!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TQO8nd7Y4uI/AAAAAAAACAM/j9X_FGqw_MU/s1600-h/banner%20baru%20bawah%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="banner baru bawah" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="127" alt="banner baru bawah" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TQO8p_Ym1xI/AAAAAAAACAQ/rTQkGZIbVC8/banner%20baru%20bawah_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh my God, i never thought that my blog would go all out like this.. hahaha.. Thanks to all the readers who ever been coming to my blog, whether read, listening some post i made, and also watching the movie link I gave,. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So, i’m so glad that my counters has reached 10000 clicks!! Hahaha.. You’re the best!! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Most of you guys are coming here to watch “I Give My First Love To You” or read the Xiuxiu Meitu Tutorial. Hehehe… I hope you enjoy another posts such as the life lesson and also my food journal. I will always try to give you a useful blogpost, aite? Though this is actually my place to put my thoughts, ideas, mumbling, anything.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I don’t have any idea what should I share with you to celebrate this. Since this is a Christmas season, i’ll give you a download link of Glee The Christmas Album!! I love this album, the music and everything is sooo Glee. I cant stop listening to these songs :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/Glee_The_Christmas_Album.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;indowebster&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (82.82MB)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://imzupload.com/11ruom50oiaw/Glee_-_The_Music_-_The_Christmas_Album.rar.html" target="_blank"&gt;imzupload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TQO8tNo2X4I/AAAAAAAACAU/KFL-uBgzV4Q/s1600-h/Glee-Christmas-Album%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Glee-Christmas-Album" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="344" alt="Glee-Christmas-Album" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TQO8wFMoUZI/AAAAAAAACAY/wkFc8RiAQ2A/Glee-Christmas-Album_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;DECK THE ROOFTOP&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;THE MOST WONDERFUL DAY OF THE YEAR&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;LAST CHRISTMAS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMEN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;O CHRISTMAS TREE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;JINGLE BELLS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MR. GRINCH (feat K.D. LANG)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;O HOLY NIGHT&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TQO8xBamcnI/AAAAAAAACAc/R6k2hfcsw7s/s1600-h/asn%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="81" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TQO8yUxDALI/AAAAAAAACAg/HbZjP5U8mxg/asn_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-574929357041604490?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/574929357041604490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=574929357041604490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/574929357041604490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/574929357041604490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/10000-clicks.html' title='10000 Clicks!! :)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TQO8p_Ym1xI/AAAAAAAACAQ/rTQkGZIbVC8/s72-c/banner%20baru%20bawah_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-8935909728702855629</id><published>2010-12-08T01:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:21:37.064+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Dream...</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl, people asked me, &amp;quot;what you want to be when you grow up?&amp;quot;  &lt;p&gt;I usually answered, I wanna be an engineer. Although at that time I didn't know what engineer was. In my mind, engineer was someone who built a building. But the future dream usually changed, I loved singing then I dreamt to be a famous singer n artist. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was a teenager, I learnt lot of things I didn't get on my childhood. I loved new things then I thinked that I wanted to build my own mall. That was okay to dream big, right?? Hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I grew up and got more and more knowledges and experiences. I saw many things. Suddenly I wanted to be a manager in the hotel business. I was really interesting on this hotel things, like meeting lots of people, foreigners, and of course speaking in English. English has always been my favorite lesson on school, beside math. I tried searching some hotel colleges but all of them were abroad, and of course mom wouldn't let me go. So I ended up on industrial engineering. And I did love interior design too. I just thought that I aint that creative, you know. But now I think I am!! I love decorating and arranging. I know I'm not good at drawing, that's why I always chose to be the conceptor on the 'mading' or 'mural' competition in school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But hey, now I still don't know what I want to be. What I want is becoming a successful independent woman that responsible for my own life. I copied my sister's, but I think it's true. But I don't find the perfect place to put and develop my talent. What exact profession that can make me great??   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I keep singing though nobody listens. That's my hobby since I was on elementary school. I won some singing competitions, fyi. Hahaha.. And also drawing and modelling. I was such a super talented kid. Lol. I remember I also liked to impersonating someone else, talking to myself, acting shortly. Hahaha.. For now, I still enjoy singing as my hobby, and writing, and also decorating or scrapbooking. Whatever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can you guys give me idea for something that will give me money? Like making my own totebag company, rather than submit the design to someone else.. I just thought about that yesterday.. When I was busy making the design, I meant arranging, because I took some scrapbook elements lah. Of course I don't have that ability to do such a great graffiti and draw like that. My photoshop skill is rated 5 from 10. Hahaha.. Forget about that, it's such a promising thing indeed. They sell the totebag for about Rp 100K each. Sooo expensive. And they give $200 for the winning design. Which makes everything so clear.. Why don't I make my own totebag corp?! Hahaha!! Anyone joining me???:D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, goodbye for now. I'm thinking while sleeping. Errrr...dreaming maybe??? Good night! =*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TP-Ua81xYgI/AAAAAAAACAE/sS_rNWuddM0/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="69" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TP-Ub4-tMUI/AAAAAAAACAI/TAPX11fqSEo/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-8935909728702855629?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8935909728702855629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=8935909728702855629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8935909728702855629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8935909728702855629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/dream.html' title='Dream...'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TP-Ub4-tMUI/AAAAAAAACAI/TAPX11fqSEo/s72-c/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1820328245775937223</id><published>2010-12-04T16:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:54:45.457+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><title type='text'>My Spirituality Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m a Christian. I believe in God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But, i barely go to the church. And yeah, i’m gonna fix this habit. Besides, sometimes i think that go to the church doesnt mean that u are just better than others who dont. And this is true. Our daily habit, like attitude, words, are just more describing our spirituality to God. How often you are cursing? How often are you doing a bad thing? How evil are you? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I do believe that every single people has their own beliefs. Despite the fact that they choose to go to the church every week or not. We have to respect their decision. I have a friend who always gives me encouraging words everyday, and he gives a service in his church. I said this is good, because he gives me a good effect. I just become more positive. You know what, you need to choose where to put yourself into, because your environment matters so much to your self. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;For me, though I dont go to the church weekly, I keep believing that God is exist. That He’s with me everytime, watching me and protecting me. And, I do believe that He will come to the earth for the 2nd time and take us the children of God. I wanna be one of them, really. I dont want to be left behind on earth.&amp;#160; My scareness level is quite high for this thing. Does it require me to go to the church every week??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, but sometimes I have my doubt too. I’m questioning God why I kept failing on my interview, for example. It was 4 times!! But i’m faithful that&amp;#160; God has a perfect plan for me, and that I need to wait for His perfect timing. Maybe that was my own mistake, I wasnt ready enough for it. But God must have involved on that too right? I feel bad, because I always kept asking and asking but I did nothing to worship Him. Maybe that’s why I didnt get what I want. Arghhh.. This is insane, like talking to 2 different sides in myself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But have you ever heard the sentence, that &lt;strong&gt;He gives us what we need, not what we want. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I really want to give some service to God, but I just havent got the call yet. And I dont find a perfect church that is comfortable for me. I remember when I was a child, I gave Him a service, praise and worship dances. And believe me i’ve ever being a worship leader on teenage service. Hahaha!! I was really enjoying all those service things, though it meant that i had to go to the church 5 times in a week. You know, praying every week. Fellowship with all people who also gave the service once a month. And when i gave service at the 1st schedule, i had to standby in church from 6 am. Awesome, huh? But i did enjoy it!! And i really miss that time :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m trying my best to get into that track again, though it’s pretty hard. Too many temptations to stay away from Him. Lucky i have some friends that keep supporting me to keep faith on Jesus :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;God bless y’all!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPoMBuTvJrI/AAAAAAAAB_0/FTBgBltOqHU/s1600-h/jesus_w_children_600%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="jesus_w_children_600" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="297" alt="jesus_w_children_600" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPoMFXwsX8I/AAAAAAAAB_8/wRuN2V6OHik/jesus_w_children_600_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPoMGXDEFBI/AAAAAAAAB_A/vEtB4L4m_Z0/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="73" alt="asn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPoMHUQslSI/AAAAAAAAB_E/B1gtV-kls3Y/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1820328245775937223?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1820328245775937223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1820328245775937223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1820328245775937223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1820328245775937223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-spirituality-zone.html' title='My Spirituality Zone'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPoMFXwsX8I/AAAAAAAAB_8/wRuN2V6OHik/s72-c/jesus_w_children_600_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2619373710399327303</id><published>2010-11-30T23:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:52:21.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tvseries'/><title type='text'>US TV Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Holla!! This is the first post after i made the new look of my blog.. Not really new though, i just made a new banner and footer. And also change some colors for the background and the font. And also added new musics for the player. Hohohoho.. It’s just more whity, and blue and pink. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, topic now, US TV Series, which is my to-do list every week. I mean, i keep watching it weekly, by streaming. Though i really hate my internet connection. It’s f*ckin slow. One question, how can Americans make so many good shows everyday? Unlike Indonesian with their sinetrons, eww!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sinetrons, drama and drama, with very bad appearance of the casts, too much makeup, and the story usually too dramatic. When there’s&amp;#160; no drama, they give us a cheap action movie with very2 bad special effect and just very bad in everything. No wonder i’m barely watching my TV. I prefer to sit in front of my laptop everyday..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sooo, what i’m following now, still &lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl, Glee, The Vampire Diaries, Life Unexpected, and The Mentalist&lt;/strong&gt;. Gossip Girl, despite the intrigues every week, i really love this show! The casts, story, and everything is just perfect and every week it’s getting more and more entertaining. And the fashion for sure, also Blair and Chuck’s relationship. Glee, how can they make such a good visual and musical show?? I just love it, to the max! The Vampire Diaries, i&amp;#160; know this is a nonsense show. I admit that i was tempted by the casts. But it’s really great show though, it’s different from Twilight.. The girl is tough and the villain isnt really a demon, in fact he’s the hottest villain in history :D Life Unexpected, i loveee the show!! Too bad they will end it soon. I hope there’s gonna be next season. The Mentalist, it’s like a CSI movie, u know, detectives catch a bad guy, solve a case. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU84PoC-KI/AAAAAAAAByo/opBTQCauHXY/s1600-h/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="414" alt="gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU86M9wOZI/AAAAAAAABys/0mgcK_oCr28/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPoPKm4on3I/AAAAAAAAB_I/LWrKzmjgvPo/s1600-h/gleecast%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="265" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU8_fL7vEI/AAAAAAAAB_M/_5qmQiViVQo/gleecast_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9AoNOELI/AAAAAAAAB_U/0h75UjVV9D0/s1600-h/season2promophoto_436x326%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="season-2-promo-photo_436x326" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="296" alt="season-2-promo-photo_436x326" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9B0bIMSI/AAAAAAAAB_c/dhbqQU4Huak/season2promophoto_436x326_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9Dp2mAYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/oxbktiZ6__E/s1600-h/lifeunexpectedpromo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="life-unexpected-promo" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="212" alt="life-unexpected-promo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9FOLqL0I/AAAAAAAAB_s/OijPsQEh46s/lifeunexpectedpromo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9G_CbJrI/AAAAAAAABzI/piLrmZfpIFI/s1600-h/the-mentalist-poster_558x745%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="the-mentalist-poster_558x745" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="421" alt="the-mentalist-poster_558x745" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9IThzGlI/AAAAAAAABzM/FQpNuWnhhDA/the-mentalist-poster_558x745_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The other series i used to watch was Flash Forward, this is a great great science fiction show. I cant wait for the next season. 90210, another teenage and adult drama, look alike Gossip Girl. Heroes, i watched it until season 3. I watched a lil bit season 4 but had not continued it. This show was really great on the 1st season, but getting worse after. Too bad :( I think i’ve watched so many series, but i cant remember all of it. Sometimes i didnt watch it continually, just like CSI, a lil bit Prison Break, Smallville, n Desperate Housewives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m looking for watch Pretty Little Liars, based on a book. I think it’s pretty good show, and only had 10 episodes for the 1st season. They’re going to have another season on 2011. People recommended How I Met Your Mother to me, i havent had any chance to watch it. Also Entourage and the newest one is The Walking Dead. Have u ever imagined a zombie series?!? Hahaha, cant wait. I love zombie :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pardon me for this mumbling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9Kffe0jI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Ni0V8R35Jjo/s1600-h/asn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="79" alt="asn" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU9LKj1dCI/AAAAAAAABzU/TOmxmOiwDe8/asn_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2619373710399327303?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2619373710399327303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2619373710399327303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2619373710399327303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2619373710399327303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/us-tv-series.html' title='US TV Series'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPU86M9wOZI/AAAAAAAABys/0mgcK_oCr28/s72-c/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1290860808452896430</id><published>2010-11-23T23:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:34:44.027+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Your Job Is Not Your Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just opened my blogpost about 2010 New Year’s resolution.. And well, to get a job in this year was one of my resolution. But from my judgement day till this day, i havent got one yet. I’m pretty frustrated. Though my rector said that average of UAJY’s alumni need 3 months to get a job, according to the datas. And yeah, i just graduated at the end of October. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I read a book, titled Your Job Is Not Your Career. It’s an Indonesian book, written by a headhunter. What i got as the point was u have to know your passion first, then follow it as your career. Passion is what u enjoy the most, like u do it everyday but u wont get bored of it. And your job isnt your career. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I question my self, i really dont know what’s my purpose in life. What i know, i wanna have great career, and develop myself to the max. From that career, i’ll get money and power. And i must fit into my job, which means that i have to like it first.&amp;#160; If you ask me about my passion, well, i have to say i’m confused. I like trying new things, but i usually didnt focus on that new thing. From this, i know that i’m a generalize typical person. I like being a general that thinks the strategy, than a specialist that does the stragtegy. I like inventing an idea. I like creative things, art, music, fashion. I also love singing, and writing. I’m quite creative, right?? Last time i realized one thing, that i always interested on sports, basketball, taekwondo, athletic, eventhough i dont really understand about the rules or anything, but i enjoy watching it. Sooo, what the hell is my passion? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got a feedback from my last interview, she said that i’m a high drive person, which is really good. She told me that i could be good at anything i do. But i have to focus first, and determine my purpose. I failed 4 times on my interview. I always passed the psychotest, and failed on the interview. One at the user, and 3 others with the psycholog. I dont know why. What was my foul? Maybe, i just carried away by the way they interviewed me. Maybee, they saw me as a young girl that hasn’t ready yet to work. From the way i spoke to them. And sometimes i wasnt sure on my answer. Specially when they asked me about the marketing things. They could read it, from my face and expression, that i wasnt sure. I guess i need more practice. To be like a professional.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ganbatte!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvtDdb1JcI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Jwl7PxPdJWk/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="62" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvtFIkC3LI/AAAAAAAAByU/L6FrgXrwCU4/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1290860808452896430?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1290860808452896430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1290860808452896430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1290860808452896430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1290860808452896430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-job-is-not-your-career.html' title='Your Job Is Not Your Career'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvtFIkC3LI/AAAAAAAAByU/L6FrgXrwCU4/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6749581271200423466</id><published>2010-11-21T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:31:27.328+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>Food Journal : Yo Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back with food journal.. I tried new cafe in my town, named Yo Cafe. It is placed in the new Graha Natasha Skin Care, at Jalan Kaliurang Yogyakarta. Basically, they provide light meals, like snacks, beverages, pastries, and lot of desserts!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I ordered lots of dessert yesterday, but my favorite is chocolate truffle!! It’s sooo chocolate :) the cake is more like mousse, because really2 soft. But i loveeee this one..&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYVcXF6KNI/AAAAAAAABzY/fjcV6EE5ETo/s1600-h/IMG00403-20101120-1929%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00403-20101120-1929" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="IMG00403-20101120-1929" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkIOZLmzI/AAAAAAAABzc/9TH8opEDl_Y/IMG00403-20101120-1929_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Eclair, with pisthacios at the top. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkKInnfrI/AAAAAAAABzk/X4iJ_TI2Qb4/s1600-h/IMG00404-20101120-1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00404-20101120-1930" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="300" alt="IMG00404-20101120-1930" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkLo-M7DI/AAAAAAAABzo/tZZvbwLohnQ/IMG00404-20101120-1930_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;American Chocolate Cake, tastes almost like chocolate truffle.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkOIa0bOI/AAAAAAAABz0/w4qfzzdbg9Q/s1600-h/IMG00405-20101120-1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00405-20101120-1930" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="299" alt="IMG00405-20101120-1930" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkTbl05UI/AAAAAAAABz8/QwmSZiigw7g/IMG00405-20101120-1930_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Orange Charlotte, tastes fresh. The cake is a bit sour.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkXAAIfHI/AAAAAAAAB0E/thsZw4r_tyk/s1600-h/IMG00406-20101120-1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00406-20101120-1930" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="295" alt="IMG00406-20101120-1930" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkdDHTfVI/AAAAAAAAB0M/epgpGIoQIdA/IMG00406-20101120-1930_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mango Pudding, the pudding is more like mousse, with slices of mango at the top.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkfWDi1JI/AAAAAAAAB0U/BxsirEW3CNA/s1600-h/IMG00410-20101120-1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00410-20101120-1935" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="290" alt="IMG00410-20101120-1935" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkjNk_11I/AAAAAAAAB0c/iZctW_P4HJg/IMG00410-20101120-1935_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Black Russian, this cake consist of vodka, so i dont really like eating this too much. But if u like something different, u should try this.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkl4jThPI/AAAAAAAAB0k/_vxGDby32Pw/s1600-h/IMG00411-20101120-1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00411-20101120-1938" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="279" alt="IMG00411-20101120-1938" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkyBR5E6I/AAAAAAAAB0s/btB1dTGdssk/IMG00411-20101120-1938_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Spinach beef Quiche, tastes really good!! My favorite for the pastries!!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvk1lqSTGI/AAAAAAAAB00/nubmf2E_rtU/s1600-h/IMG00413-20101120-1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00413-20101120-1947" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="IMG00413-20101120-1947" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvk3HALmQI/AAAAAAAAB04/sWd4E8HQOvk/IMG00413-20101120-1947_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;For the beverages, we ordered Orange Peach juice and Tropical Tea. The orange in orange peach juice isnt really tasty, only slice of orange at the top. And the tropical tea is more like passion fruit for me :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvk5Vvh-dI/AAAAAAAAB1E/cJMB_bE4QhE/s1600-h/IMG00409-20101120-1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00409-20101120-1932" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="355" alt="IMG00409-20101120-1932" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvk7jbWQBI/AAAAAAAAB1M/w8tUvYw8RsQ/IMG00409-20101120-1932_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvk9dctCBI/AAAAAAAAB1U/b42LMIYeGGI/s1600-h/IMG00412-20101120-1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00412-20101120-1938" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="360" alt="IMG00412-20101120-1938" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvk_t0QB4I/AAAAAAAAB1c/Y0JUF33xOFU/IMG00412-20101120-1938_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvlCH9gh_I/AAAAAAAAB1k/qOAM2lAjhC0/s1600-h/IMG00408-20101120-1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00408-20101120-1932" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="381" alt="IMG00408-20101120-1932" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvlEmjGSjI/AAAAAAAAB1s/pAH7zwTuicU/IMG00408-20101120-1932_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Beside the order, they also offer beverage like coffee or latte, and also pasta for eat. Quite good for a new cafe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYV535dulI/AAAAAAAAB10/zyBG76Z9Ns8/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="73" alt="asn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYV7T9dxoI/AAAAAAAAB14/yx2W7BJMr3w/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6749581271200423466?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6749581271200423466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6749581271200423466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6749581271200423466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6749581271200423466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/food-journal-yo-cafe.html' title='Food Journal : Yo Cafe'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOvkIOZLmzI/AAAAAAAABzc/9TH8opEDl_Y/s72-c/IMG00403-20101120-1929_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1706075684439959385</id><published>2010-11-19T22:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:34:31.870+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>My Shopping List :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most visited shop in Singapore : Charles and Keith!! Hahahaa.. The price is way cheaper than in Indonesia, and i also had my friend’s discount card. That’s why we adored C&amp;amp;K sooo much :D River Island is great, but too expensive for me. Well, Rubi and Giordano became a favorite too!! Here is my shopping list :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYWbfl1UzI/AAAAAAAAB18/fBmkB5OoqIU/s1600-h/IMG00399-20101117-1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00399-20101117-1157" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="370" alt="IMG00399-20101117-1157" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMbHAOrrI/AAAAAAAAB2A/CDrNeoeOkvM/IMG00399-20101117-1157_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The crop top, bought in Bugis village, $15-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMfNdN6NI/AAAAAAAAB2I/CpJE7xizmkk/s1600-h/IMG00392-20101117-1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00392-20101117-1152" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="284" alt="IMG00392-20101117-1152" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMhLhs8LI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/ExExvSICwDc/IMG00392-20101117-1152_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMjpIp2aI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/WkSvEFb6jVA/s1600-h/IMG00394-20101117-1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00394-20101117-1153" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="286" alt="IMG00394-20101117-1153" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMnaQjsOI/AAAAAAAAB2g/-FYvzQWuzVc/IMG00394-20101117-1153_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Bag, $59.99 to $53.99; wallet, $29.99 to $26.99; Charles and Keith-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMpeuB11I/AAAAAAAAB2o/4Th9RXgwfLM/s1600-h/IMG00400-20101117-1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00400-20101117-1203" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="329" alt="IMG00400-20101117-1203" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMrfpGtwI/AAAAAAAAB2s/T6kPikudOng/IMG00400-20101117-1203_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Sandals, $29.99, Rubi-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMtIGfjkI/AAAAAAAAB20/1d8w0AJKY_0/s1600-h/IMG00389-20101116-1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00389-20101116-1705" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="323" alt="IMG00389-20101116-1705" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMunltLuI/AAAAAAAAB3A/aGa0XCU2KXQ/IMG00389-20101116-1705_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;T-Shirt, $13, Giordano-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMxhuKU7I/AAAAAAAAB3I/YE9szf5W7Xg/s1600-h/IMG00402-20101118-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00402-20101118-0017" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="323" alt="IMG00402-20101118-0017" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMzNWjNnI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/X3pi_lIEYd4/IMG00402-20101118-0017_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Name stample (the upper part is dragon), $15, Chinatown-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYWoz5hH4I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/GuUzqMDjSzQ/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="77" alt="asn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYWpjgYinI/AAAAAAAAB3c/5m2D-Aw0xnE/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1706075684439959385?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1706075684439959385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1706075684439959385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1706075684439959385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1706075684439959385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-shopping-list-d.html' title='My Shopping List :D'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqMbHAOrrI/AAAAAAAAB2A/CDrNeoeOkvM/s72-c/IMG00399-20101117-1157_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-8056640109622818220</id><published>2010-11-18T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:51:09.177+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Singapore Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqDhTgz_PI/AAAAAAAAB3g/94gzTJqYl1E/s1600-h/DSCN5478_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5478_¸±±¾" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="308" alt="DSCN5478_¸±±¾" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqDjWIX86I/AAAAAAAAB3o/B6jdDdCaEkY/DSCN5478_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lalalala… After through every obstacles, i made it!! Hohoho.. My first trip abroad, and the destination is Singapore. I couldnt miss it.. I would be really sad :( Damn you Jogja’s airport, they closed it until 20th November 2010. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and mom were going to Semarang first, by Joglosemar, then went to the airport to flew to Jakarta. The next morning, me, mom, my sist and her bf flew to Singapore. And we met my sis’ friend from Surabaya at the airport. So the journey began…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Arrived at Changi, my first lunch menu was Burger King. Hohoho.. And i drank only mineral water lah, cos foods and drinks are pretty expensive there. We took a skytrain to terminal 2 and took the MRT to go to Orchard street. I was amazed. The MRT system is really easy to use, and really simple to understand. The ticketing machine is really cool, it can count the money, can give you the change. Awesome!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our first destination was to Sentosa Island. We took the MRT to vivo city, took a walk there a lil, and then bought the ticket to Sentosa and watched Songs of The Sea. It was pretty good, the light, water, and fire play was beautiful :) We took a walk to Universal Studio Singapore, took a picture in front of the giant ball, and went to Hershey’s chocolate shop. Too bad it was night already, and our cameras didnt have good quality :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Day 1, camwhoring ;) -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqDo4zcEYI/AAAAAAAAB3w/OWR_p6I-4bY/s1600-h/100_1385%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1385" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="305" alt="100_1385" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqD5D3u9xI/AAAAAAAAB34/Ub46naqNvD8/100_1385_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqECzgqzFI/AAAAAAAAB4A/hW7GoTwilVI/s1600-h/DSCN5349%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5349" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="308" alt="DSCN5349" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqEG-sQRgI/AAAAAAAAB4I/b8micXygypk/DSCN5349_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqEKdVl_NI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Ytbgk8EwuZE/s1600-h/100_1388%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1388" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="309" alt="100_1388" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqENpQvmbI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/JwBoh2j6-Pk/100_1388_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqERbMx1zI/AAAAAAAAB4g/Eqln_fGIaLI/s1600-h/DSCN5353%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5353" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="431" alt="DSCN5353" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqEUMsj_eI/AAAAAAAAB4o/zzglCoOs21U/DSCN5353_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqEZkNI4NI/AAAAAAAAB4w/e6VayLhHLNo/s1600-h/DSCN5360%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5360" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="DSCN5360" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqEcYAzm0I/AAAAAAAAB44/kt2EepaAOvM/DSCN5360_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqEgz6_4HI/AAAAAAAAB5A/KtUGANKY0VM/s1600-h/DSCN5367%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5367" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="396" alt="DSCN5367" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqEnrl1K5I/AAAAAAAAB5I/09QV1qbDhvU/DSCN5367_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqExNBaGVI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/25reQ6obFsM/s1600-h/DSCN5380%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5380" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="309" alt="DSCN5380" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqFe4oiv3I/AAAAAAAAB5U/ft0pqI1H2dY/DSCN5380_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqFli9vCfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/U8i5qhJ0GY0/s1600-h/IMG00254-20101111-1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00254-20101111-1942" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="425" alt="IMG00254-20101111-1942" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqF68V32zI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ZmBktz4Sf-o/IMG00254-20101111-1942_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqGEccuZuI/AAAAAAAAB5w/gN59cVsi4Eo/s1600-h/IMG00267-20101111-1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00267-20101111-1957" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="306" alt="IMG00267-20101111-1957" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqGw-zL4CI/AAAAAAAAB54/TOSCR9NR_9Q/IMG00267-20101111-1957_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqHWO0HWHI/AAAAAAAAB6A/DPMz3irQ7Hc/s1600-h/100_1409%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1409" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="305" alt="100_1409" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqH853ziCI/AAAAAAAAB6I/pzi_UqsFsds/100_1409_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;2nd day, went to city tour with Hippo bus. Our driver’s name was Mr. Roger and he’s really friendly. He told us to take a package for $63, and we could get duck tour and rivercruise, and also tickets to go to Singapore Flyer, museums, garden, etc. If you only took the bus, u only paid $33 for 2 days. They have 2 different buses, one for city sightseeing, and the other is for heritage tour (visit Little India and Chinatown). So we spent the 2nd day for tour. We took the city tour and ended up at Suntec City. We continued taking the Duck Tour, we were on an amphibi car (it can be used in street and also water, cool!!). The car was touring around marina bay, and we could see the Merlion, and also the new building which has a Titanic on top. Time passed and we took a walk to Merlion, took pictures with the signature symbol of Singapore. Next we went to the flyer, enjoyed the whole Singapore from giant tube at sky. So pretty!:) You will charged $30 for the flyer. In the afternoon, we took the rivercruise around Singapore river, and enjoyed the atmosphere of Clarke Quay and Boat Quay. They had lots of restaurant and cafe there!! with also expensive price. Couldnt afford it.. We went back to apartment. Fyi, my apartment was on Lucky Plaza at Orchard Road, and it was so closed with another mall and MRT station. You can go to Takashimaya, Wisma Atria, Ion Orchard and the MRT station by underpass. Awesome again!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Camwhoring at the 2nd day -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqIHSQqmyI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/fuucyzwzYC8/s1600-h/100_1419%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1419" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="299" alt="100_1419" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqIKsXKbxI/AAAAAAAAB6U/-Mr6XUH1Oj8/100_1419_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqISjmKSGI/AAAAAAAAB6g/xSvoPhvjjJs/s1600-h/DSCN5426%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5426" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="297" alt="DSCN5426" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqIZPODTvI/AAAAAAAAB6o/MQv5KEHGBFc/DSCN5426_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqIg51jOtI/AAAAAAAAB6w/WHBTl4RdV-M/s1600-h/DSCN5411%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5411" style="border-right: 0px; 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border-bottom: 0px" height="306" alt="IMG00313-20101112-1446_¸±±¾" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKDBgdkOI/AAAAAAAAB8I/IvWIVEAprcg/IMG00313-20101112-1446_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKKRkr_cI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/S827siImSUg/s1600-h/100_1437%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1437" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="374" alt="100_1437" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKMx5QHrI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ZBhXlSN-B7I/100_1437_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKSkW-uQI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Fgdg42IJeSk/s1600-h/IMG00342-20101112-1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00342-20101112-1557" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="297" alt="IMG00342-20101112-1557" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKWZVsKTI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-CsSEAceXr8/IMG00342-20101112-1557_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKds6aTZI/AAAAAAAAB8w/XNF8D7UBfvk/s1600-h/IMG00356-20101112-1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00356-20101112-1637" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="295" alt="IMG00356-20101112-1637" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKgH-oQ7I/AAAAAAAAB84/D6Zm1QfwKsI/IMG00356-20101112-1637_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKiqKJ9ZI/AAAAAAAAB9A/_MgJrr6xD9g/s1600-h/IMG00377-20101112-1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00377-20101112-1753" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="295" alt="IMG00377-20101112-1753" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKkxlOWFI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ZmtMB25L9rM/IMG00377-20101112-1753_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Third day, continuing the tour, but this time we took the heritage tour. We went to Mustafa centre, a very big department store, with very complete goods inside. Next destination was Bugis, we tried to find cheap goods there. I bought a top for $15. Next stop was Chinatown, this is also a place for handgift. We visited the China Heritage Museum, a museum that told us how Chinese could get into Singapore long time ago, and also another history inside. We decided to go back to Orchard at night, and walked around the mall. Our legs were really2 tired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Day 3!! Still camwhoring!!- &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKoKkJTdI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/6Br_T7qmwak/s1600-h/DSCN5497%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5497" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="308" alt="DSCN5497" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqKqTfECvI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/GFEFswm25ek/DSCN5497_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqK0-MJYrI/AAAAAAAAB9g/vYOvtPeg6cY/s1600-h/100_1445%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1445" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="306" alt="100_1445" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqK_im5DlI/AAAAAAAAB9o/mf-8zY41QiI/100_1445_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLBvEdw7I/AAAAAAAAB9w/MqPtW6wd5jk/s1600-h/IMG00390-20101113-1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00390-20101113-1545" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="385" alt="IMG00390-20101113-1545" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLFiWjC2I/AAAAAAAAB94/0hWHNZBtzIQ/IMG00390-20101113-1545_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLHuoIOiI/AAAAAAAAB-A/zaPwiTCRDRk/s1600-h/DSCN5504%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5504" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="384" alt="DSCN5504" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLKCHDUqI/AAAAAAAAB-I/UrbQo6a6BbI/DSCN5504_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last day before leaving Singapore, walked around the mall again to killed the time. Bought bag and wallet!! :D Well, my trip was great! I had a great time, since this was my first time abroad.. I was really excited! I just missed Universal Studio.. I will be there again!! I promise!! Hehehe.. One thing for sure, DO NOT USE high heels!! You will end up breaking your leg and feet.. Cos we walk everywhere.. And bring your mineral water everywhere, cos mineral water is quite expensive there. Beside, i didnt get delicious foods during my trip there. I ate at the foodcourt everyday, but the foods were tasteless. My favorite menu is fried oyster omelette. I also tried the curry rice.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall, I love Singapore!! I’m amazed with this city!! Thanks for the great time!! :D I’ll see you soon..&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLN4fsvII/AAAAAAAAB-Q/FIDc0kN2rfA/s1600-h/DSCN5506%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN5506" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="412" alt="DSCN5506" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLP4LsrWI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/9JofJDcXRWA/DSCN5506_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLSbkAcUI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Ld6XT0Ay1Yk/s1600-h/IMG00395-20101117-1154%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00395-20101117-1154" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="290" alt="IMG00395-20101117-1154" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqLVcdwzuI/AAAAAAAAB-o/rwwJzSsHyoI/IMG00395-20101117-1154_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYah_-WVWI/AAAAAAAAB-s/UQil5cFiYKg/s1600-h/asn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="asn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="79" alt="asn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TPYaigzISrI/AAAAAAAAB-0/JvUkZzd6ihk/asn_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-8056640109622818220?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8056640109622818220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=8056640109622818220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8056640109622818220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8056640109622818220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/singapore-trip.html' title='Singapore Trip'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TOqDjWIX86I/AAAAAAAAB3o/B6jdDdCaEkY/s72-c/DSCN5478_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-5178801835307354863</id><published>2010-11-09T23:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:59:54.982+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bad mood :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, the Mt. Merapi eruption caused very bad bad things!! The airport of Jogja will be closed until 15 November, and my flight to Singapore is on 11!! I will be really crazy and mad!! :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m really busy finding the tickets to still go there.. This is crazy.. Wish me luck!! If i’m not bloggin till one week later, probably i’m on my holiday.. Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-5178801835307354863?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5178801835307354863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=5178801835307354863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5178801835307354863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5178801835307354863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-bad-mood.html' title='Bad bad mood :('/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6133851512982171489</id><published>2010-11-07T00:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:52:37.709+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, y,..</title><content type='html'>#9....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A question keeps bothering my mind.. WHY.. Why we never been together before? Why we&amp;#39;ve never  had a real chemistry? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I like you, as my friend. Of course it is. I see you as a responsible man, yet really kind and easygoing. You&amp;#39;re a great guy and I like to be together with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been 4 years since our first meeting. And we&amp;#39;re still friends, but everytime I close to you, there&amp;#39;s something wrong in my head and stomach. When we&amp;#39;re apart, it&amp;#39;s just disappeared. It&amp;#39;s like if I wanna be with you, then I did chasing u long time ago. But sometimes I feel nothing, and another time I feel something. So inconsistent, huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did you feel when your hand touching mine? It&amp;#39;s not that u didn&amp;#39;t mean to do it, cos I&amp;#39;m sure u were pretty conscious at that time. Hmmm.. I felt quite happy, like I didn&amp;#39;t wanna let it go. Haha.. To be honest, everytime we touched, I got the static and the feeling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember that time, I was having a bf when u had your gf too. Then we were broken hearted and we hooked up a lil&amp;#39;. And that&amp;#39;s it. That hook-up never changed into a real relationship and I keep questioning why. Hahaha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s not that I wanna have a relationship with you right now, cos I know u had yours now. And I don&amp;#39;t wanna take someone&amp;#39;s bf. And I also not sure if things are gonna be better if we have a relationship. Since we never had our HTHT. LOL. We&amp;#39;re just friends since a long time ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel that we never met our perfect timing. Well maybe someday we will. If we determined to be together. When we&amp;#39;re growing up and becoming a successful people (Amen). And we&amp;#39;ll see things differently. Who knows what will happen next? Maybe our time will come? ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6133851512982171489?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6133851512982171489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6133851512982171489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6133851512982171489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6133851512982171489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-y.html' title='Why, y,..'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-8025362140234433510</id><published>2010-11-03T03:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:38:24.944+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My Almamater, Atma Jaya University of Yogyakarta (UAJY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so this post is gonna be my story and history while i was studying in university. My beloved university, &lt;a href="www.uajy.ac.id" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atma Jaya University of Yogyakarta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, known with UAJY, despite of all the plus and minus side, i had a really great time here. :’)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I cant forget the day we had our orientation day, it was really exhausting. The comittee gave us lot of assignments, making things, and we had to re-done it everytime it went wrong. So we spent our first and second night with no sleep at all, I even went sleepover on my friend’s place near the campus. We hadn’t have enough sleep at all. And yeah, I fell asleep at the 2nd day of orientation. There were so much contrary for this orientation, so they gave us an easier task for the next day. But too bad, i fell asleep at home and forgot to set my alarm. So yeah, I woke up late and didnt go to the last day of my orientation. Well, it’s the inaguration day, the most NOT exhausting day of orientation and I missed it. Too bad :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;My orientation group ( I guess we missed some people here)-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzgEY_LwI/AAAAAAAABpY/PiuaXxcnTmM/s1600-h/n1404667948_30342839_545623%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="n1404667948_30342839_545623" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="229" alt="n1404667948_30342839_545623" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzh8Od1FI/AAAAAAAABpc/hdlBELCrzyA/n1404667948_30342839_545623_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Next, i became one of the comittee for a familiarity night for Industrial Engineering Faculty. It was like, we gathered and stayed one night in Kaliurang, so we could know each other. It was quite fun, since i had a lil spark with one of the comittee. Hahaha!! &lt;em&gt;Anyway, i’m looking at those photos again and feel really sad. I was really in a good shape at that time, yeah, I mean SKINNIER than now!! And my hair, was really beautiful.. :’(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzmAMxoZI/AAAAAAAABpg/XKl9mecbqD4/s1600-h/IMG_0697%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0697" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="312" alt="IMG_0697" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzook-7LI/AAAAAAAABpo/d8ExXMEgL24/IMG_0697_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, the beginning of my semesters was quite disappointed. I didn’t reach a good grade, and it made my whole grade down at the end. Yeah, full of regret now, but at least i graduated quite fast also. That’s what i’m proud of. Beside, those grades, it wasn’t all my mistake or my laziness lah, sometimes the subjectivity of the lecturer affected the grade too, and i could do nothing about that. I also remember my stupidity by sleeping so deep and didn’t wake up at the day of my final test (&lt;em&gt;it was logic and algorithm class, my favorite one). &lt;/em&gt;I was using diarhea as an excuse, but my lecturer didn’t allow me to retake the test. Hiksss.. Big lesson, never happened again after :p And, biggest mistake of my uni year, I gave my friend an answer on our mid-test, we got caught, and the lecturer expelled us from his class for the rest semester. Bammm!! I retook the class at the next semester, unfortunately with the same lecturer, so yeah u know what happened next, I got C on that class. I guess it was the maximum grade I could get. After that, I never took any classes with him, EVER. Thanked God, the class, lecturer, and schedule fitted very well. Hufhhh :( The next year and year, i did better and better. No C! Only A and B!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I also lost one of my bestfriend in the middle of my university year, her bf took her from me. I couldn’t say a thing anymore, i’ve been tried all the way to resuscitate her, but the result was zero. As long she still hooked up with her bf, there’s no way i would be friend with her. Ironic, huh? I couldn’t believe how stupid she was, but that was her choice. But i was really sad, how could a new bf affected her that much? I was her bestfriend since high school anyway! BUt i still got many&amp;#160; friends anyway. I forgot how I made a ranger group with Lina, Evan, Ricky, Harris, and Alvin. It just happened. I remember that i first met Evan on our field trip. He was a friend of Ricky, and so did I. So we spent our time together along the field trip, with Lina also. And after that, we got along with Harris and Alvin too. We spent lot time together, just hanging out, doing some sports, trying a new place, lots of fun!&amp;#160; And we still hangout together and in touch till now :) And also there’s Meme, Ai, Novi, Kezia, Siany, Sugeng, Tommy, Budhi, and so many more.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzr0ht_TI/AAAAAAAABps/h73dXdFAt8M/s1600-h/P1010096%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="302" alt="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzt6GYykI/AAAAAAAABpw/gfR590_z1zQ/P1010096%20copy_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzxFQ_lWI/AAAAAAAABp0/kxSbEr-ru8U/s1600-h/IMG_3291%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3291" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="274" alt="IMG_3291" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzzHAK7GI/AAAAAAAABp4/OTzP5B3_1fo/IMG_3291_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBz2G2fCEI/AAAAAAAABqA/9r3AHVQxEkc/s1600-h/P1010050%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="312" alt="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBz4vJZFqI/AAAAAAAABqE/SuE_yECurMk/P1010050_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBz7EGxJuI/AAAAAAAABqI/dwGlSRKqX9g/s1600-h/P1010236%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="213" alt="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBz8shaqFI/AAAAAAAABqM/t3VLjg2CquU/P1010236_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBz_YTkIyI/AAAAAAAABqQ/kLLPcYeVo1s/s1600-h/P1010258%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010258" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="307" alt="P1010258" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0BTa9XgI/AAAAAAAABqU/SGqwPFeScwo/P1010258_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0Dr5KPBI/AAAAAAAABqY/7PEovH0KLvs/s1600-h/P1010027%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="309" alt="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         " src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0FYdEGxI/AAAAAAAABqc/WrklYR5_Elg/P1010027_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, beside all of those academic things, I also had a great time because of my basketball things. Being a manager, brought me a happiness, I had to travelling, FREE, and i could skip class with permission. Hehehe.. I met a lot of new people, I got a great lesson about life. I never met someone special in uni, but from basketball, I met my ex-bf. The special one. I got lot of things from this activity. 4 years, i was doing all of those things. And i really did love what i do. A victory smile when i could bring my team to a victory, and also tears when we failed :’) And i still love this team even though now i’m graduated already. My first experience on court was at the exhibitional match for the opening IBL championship game, it was between UAJY and UII, first victory! And after that, I was succeed bringing my team won Libama Daerah 2007, Suryapro Daerah 2007, Kejurnas Libama 2007, Kejurnas PT 2007, Suryapro Nasional 2007, also Suryapro 2008 and Suryapro Nas 2008. Bad dream at Libamanas 2008, we were at ninth place and back to province again. This came with lot of tears. Beside the fact that we had lot of fun during the championship. But this was the saddest memory i had. Back to province, we won the Libama daerah 2009 as always, but lost again on Kejurnas 2009!! My last championship!! Huaaaa… well, we reached the fifth place actually, but didn’t enough to go to Libamanas 2010. Damn!!:( But I would never ever forget my memories with my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Yogyakarta-Indonesia/UAJY-Basketball-The-Team/263334970246" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UAJY Basketball The Team.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not to forget, i also had a great time for my duty as a liaison officer at the international taekwondo tournament. I already posted about &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/liaison-officer-experience.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0KCRDQfI/AAAAAAAABqg/RCH5OeL6Lqc/s1600-h/DSC00019%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00019" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="309" alt="DSC00019" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0L39LUqI/AAAAAAAABqk/YIlskorg8GI/DSC00019_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0PECpDsI/AAAAAAAABqo/jw5Ts0fN3ME/s1600-h/P1040465%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P1040465" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="309" alt="P1040465" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0ROYbFiI/AAAAAAAABqs/vtR1PLvJ2DE/P1040465_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0UMNWMkI/AAAAAAAABqw/e1GB34ihQzs/s1600-h/P1040810%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P1040810" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="312" alt="P1040810" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0V60vPrI/AAAAAAAABq0/e--9BXyZdEs/P1040810_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0Y-zdosI/AAAAAAAABq4/8qPlpvKxH4A/s1600-h/CIMG0102%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="CIMG0102" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="312" alt="CIMG0102" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0bfpeDWI/AAAAAAAABq8/t7Ic-L48SaU/CIMG0102_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0e8voG2I/AAAAAAAABrA/DdSklebhAn8/s1600-h/CIMG0109%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="CIMG0109" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="311" alt="CIMG0109" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0g_vyLOI/AAAAAAAABrE/JKTNgmLmyWA/CIMG0109_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0jZLk6gI/AAAAAAAABrI/oUQi3Z0CEj0/s1600-h/CIMG0154%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="CIMG0154" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="310" alt="CIMG0154" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0l1-h29I/AAAAAAAABrM/X_ZtihPf4kI/CIMG0154_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0o8CMmoI/AAAAAAAABrQ/zXBOrhvjYRM/s1600-h/DSCF0324%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF0324" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="309" alt="DSCF0324" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0scskH1I/AAAAAAAABrU/-wXlKhb3RBk/DSCF0324_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0vqxOp3I/AAAAAAAABrY/ovC4apFl8Vk/s1600-h/IMG_3235%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3235" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="314" alt="IMG_3235" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0xwf2tOI/AAAAAAAABrc/_dSRthqdG6o/IMG_3235_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;em&gt;See the changes of my bball uniform. The longer the greater :) -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I also had a great time on KKN stuffs, once again, because i had crush on someone. Haha!! But it was really tiring lah, since i had uncooperative friends :( I would be really mad if i didn’t get A!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB00AfbvlI/AAAAAAAABrg/GEaJhP10yyk/s1600-h/100_0659%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0659" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="304" alt="100_0659" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB019-0X5I/AAAAAAAABrk/bC83BZfN2O8/100_0659_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, my hang out group, my helper everytime i stucked with my thesis. Hahahaha.. All we do were having fun, hanging out, watching movies, eating = happiness!! =D&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB04ubxuVI/AAAAAAAABro/Hl_i3mAnuZw/s1600-h/61994_1510863725532_1052539577_31445000_8096000_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="61994_1510863725532_1052539577_31445000_8096000_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="307" alt="61994_1510863725532_1052539577_31445000_8096000_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB08LMo76I/AAAAAAAABrs/iuRmT7JamlU/61994_1510863725532_1052539577_31445000_8096000_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, beside my stories, all u can see is my body transformation, right? How i transform to be this fat?! =’( Hahaha! I really dont understand how too! It just happened, I was bigger and bigger. I tried dieting, but never succeed. Poor me :’(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It was really amazing how i finished my study. And officially became &lt;strong&gt;Susan Saputra, S.T&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeayyy!! ;D Long long journey, and hard works. Specially when i was doing the thesis. Well, never ever give up on everything. That’s me!!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB09S-ePRI/AAAAAAAABrw/8EW6V2bhKkE/s1600-h/39957_420875589081_627424081_4486592_2146842_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="39957_420875589081_627424081_4486592_2146842_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="434" alt="39957_420875589081_627424081_4486592_2146842_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB0-l0h9kI/AAAAAAAABr0/VKb-1ALLVVc/39957_420875589081_627424081_4486592_2146842_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB1BYE-dsI/AAAAAAAABr4/5CVyFesuo7Y/s1600-h/100_1284%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1284" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="304" alt="100_1284" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB1DU4ja6I/AAAAAAAABr8/BKpIc1_unEs/100_1284_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB1FKabc_I/AAAAAAAABsA/rDH00Rb6iCA/s1600-h/100_1328%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1328" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="363" alt="100_1328" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB1Gh5BAnI/AAAAAAAABsE/hkwdOVROmYw/100_1328_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I dare you to move, I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor. I dare you to move like today never happened before.” – &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB1HvAt4rI/AAAAAAAABsI/bS-RCF8rVEY/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="56" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNB1IlQwPaI/AAAAAAAABsM/seflG09Naq8/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="74" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-8025362140234433510?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8025362140234433510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=8025362140234433510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8025362140234433510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8025362140234433510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-almamater-atma-jaya-university-of.html' title='My Almamater, Atma Jaya University of Yogyakarta (UAJY)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TNBzh8Od1FI/AAAAAAAABpc/hdlBELCrzyA/s72-c/n1404667948_30342839_545623_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2862702547095392741</id><published>2010-10-30T19:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:00:17.799+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>The G-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanking God so much for what He’s done for me, and once again i’m so proud for being &lt;strong&gt;SUSAN SAPUTRA, S.T.&lt;/strong&gt; Hihihi, my degree is Bachelor of Engineering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to my family, mom, sis, and bro, for amazing courages and never stop supporting me. And also thanks to all my friends who had been there everytime I needed some supports and entertainment :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Today was really special since i had my graduation with the eruption of Merapi, the mount produced a real big ‘wedhus gembel’ and the ashes rain hit the town. See my previous post for real picture of this&amp;#160; morning atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, so one of my goal that i made on my resolution is happening today :) I hope I can reach my next goal, get a job with great salary and fit me very well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, thanks for everyone who’s coming to my graduation ceremonial!! Much Love =*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; -The Graduation Night -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwH8dQGXxI/AAAAAAAABnw/iLIJo95ZE3w/s1600-h/100_1288%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1288" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="303" alt="100_1288" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwIA5XVFaI/AAAAAAAABn0/btNnPrWDNgg/100_1288_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwICmZAuuI/AAAAAAAABn4/MRZsRILYV3A/s1600-h/100_1283%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1283" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="392" alt="100_1283" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwIEZaqq8I/AAAAAAAABn8/CZsZndNIPac/100_1283_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwIHUTVyHI/AAAAAAAABoA/H26RWf9cx0o/s1600-h/100_1289%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1289" style="border-right: 0px; 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwIy-zqjOI/AAAAAAAABpQ/a-P9LeMxqfM/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="58" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwIz1txRFI/AAAAAAAABpU/l8iT-VF5BXo/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2862702547095392741?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2862702547095392741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2862702547095392741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2862702547095392741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2862702547095392741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/g-day.html' title='The G-Day'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMwIA5XVFaI/AAAAAAAABn0/btNnPrWDNgg/s72-c/100_1288_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6340073351998541198</id><published>2010-10-30T10:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:32:15.482+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eruption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merapi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><title type='text'>Mount Merapi Eruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;It's been 4 days since the first eruption of Merapi, and I just felt the effects this morning. The vulcanic ashes hit the town, reached my home.. Caused by another big eruption last night, around 1 am, a really big eruption and about 3,5 km 'wedhus gembel'. The ashes rain reached the distance of 20 km.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I was preparing for my graduation day, I woke up and opened my twitter and found people tweeting about the ashes. I went out of my room and found the street was covered by the ashes, also cars, roof, everything. And the ashes rain was still falling. I was like panicking, thinking about my makeup and hairdo later!! Hahaha..     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;It was really horrible, cos the first time Merapi erupted, the ashes didn't get to the town, even they went further to West Java. This is how it looked this morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMuORZE5DYI/AAAAAAAABno/qMMWMN_uD58/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FeDJfMzMzNzhhNy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-745292"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533672996595109250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMuORZE5DYI/AAAAAAAABno/qMMWMN_uD58/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FeDJfMzMzNzhhNy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-745292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMuORGec2ZI/AAAAAAAABng/vbHGXe3JGwU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FeDJfMzMzNzQ2Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744527"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533672991602039186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMuORGec2ZI/AAAAAAAABng/vbHGXe3JGwU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FeDJfMzMzNzQ2Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744527" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMuOQ2g-6tI/AAAAAAAABnY/vr2llAdxgVc/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYTU0dy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-743024"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533672987317693138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMuOQ2g-6tI/AAAAAAAABnY/vr2llAdxgVc/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYTU0dy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-743024" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;I hope everything goes well with Indonesia, specially Jogjakarta. God bless us.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6340073351998541198?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6340073351998541198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6340073351998541198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6340073351998541198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6340073351998541198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/mount-merapi-eruption.html' title='Mount Merapi Eruption'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMuORZE5DYI/AAAAAAAABno/qMMWMN_uD58/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FeDJfMzMzNzhhNy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-745292' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-4103331791468200715</id><published>2010-10-29T22:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:01:03.587+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food Journal : Musiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’ve been lacked of post, cos i got no internet. My modem has reached its active time. So yeah, i must fill a credit in order to use it again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Back to the food journal, i just visited a Korean Fusion Restaurant called, &lt;strong&gt;MUSIRO&lt;/strong&gt;. It’s new I guess, about a month.. And the owner is a real Korean woman. The place is quite small, with a minimalist interior, full of Korean band posters. They also play Korean songs inside. And the utensils are really like the real one in Korea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgFqJx1qI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5jMm1KzdAmg/s1600-h/IMG00328-20101026-1954%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00328-20101026-1954" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="447" alt="IMG00328-20101026-1954" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgMjFdylI/AAAAAAAABmU/oWIpof9eSjY/IMG00328-20101026-1954_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgRNV18sI/AAAAAAAABmY/YNFaJB5Ia4w/s1600-h/IMG00329-20101026-1955%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00329-20101026-1955" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="438" alt="IMG00329-20101026-1955" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgUkZCbQI/AAAAAAAABmc/-Bh7s1iimVs/IMG00329-20101026-1955_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, i was trying UDONG, korean noodle with a crab stick. A lil bit tasteless, because no chili there, so i must added lots of chili and blackpepper for some taste. We also ordered TOPPOKI and CHEESE TOPPOKI, i just felt it was like flour u know, with Korean sauce, taste lil bit spicy, but the toppoki itself is tasteless too. Not my favorite one. There’s MINI GIMBAB, a lil look like sushi, with egg wraps it. The last menu i tried was BULLDAK BBQ, korean fried rice wraped with egg, and also Korean sauce with slice of chickens. Taste good. I’m interested on trying bulgogi steak and la galbi on my next visit. Haha.. Well, u can see the price list at the pic above.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgbD-jXvI/AAAAAAAABmg/nq4s5TBuNEI/s1600-h/IMG00330-20101026-2005%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00330-20101026-2005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="284" alt="IMG00330-20101026-2005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgfDJ1pRI/AAAAAAAABmk/WLLN6Yo6XB0/IMG00330-20101026-2005_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgkF4o6HI/AAAAAAAABmo/1T300Wb72O0/s1600-h/IMG00331-20101026-2005%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00331-20101026-2005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="280" alt="IMG00331-20101026-2005" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgrwGx1MI/AAAAAAAABms/jeAq2AbCHZQ/IMG00331-20101026-2005_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="275" alt="IMG00335-20101026-2012" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrhVD4JaII/AAAAAAAABnE/GCmhHnB4-EQ/IMG00335-20101026-2012_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrhajFgJfI/AAAAAAAABnI/yruRMo91G1k/s1600-h/IMG00336-20101026-2014%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00336-20101026-2014" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="278" alt="IMG00336-20101026-2014" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrhhdhdJjI/AAAAAAAABnM/LNEn91M_vu4/IMG00336-20101026-2014_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSIRO is at : Jalan Gejayan Yogyakarta (beside Swiss House Bakery), open daily from 10 am to 10 pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrhldYTJoI/AAAAAAAABnQ/93j6IiFAVWE/s1600-h/san%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="62" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrhqm7PKZI/AAAAAAAABnU/v5judRslPk0/san_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="78" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-4103331791468200715?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4103331791468200715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=4103331791468200715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4103331791468200715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4103331791468200715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-journal-musiro.html' title='Food Journal : Musiro'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TMrgMjFdylI/AAAAAAAABmU/oWIpof9eSjY/s72-c/IMG00328-20101026-1954_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-5777818784755783981</id><published>2010-10-24T23:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:57:40.319+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner of IMB (Indonesia Mencari Bakat</title><content type='html'>is.......... KLANTINK!!! Congratulation!! But to be honest, I&amp;#39;d prefer Putri Ayu to be the winner. She&amp;#39;s so young and talented, and her talent is different and unique. Though my favorite contestant is Hudson.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For me, Klantink is just like another street musician, u can find many musicians like them here in Malioboro, or maybe in Surabaya or another city in Indonesia. There&amp;#39;s so many group like them. Yet, their voices are standard, they aren&amp;#39;t good looking also, the plus point is they use traditional instrument and often sing keroncong (one of traditional music genre from Indonesia), but that&amp;#39;s it. But they have so many supporter from different background. Well, the main thing is how lucky they are. They tried, they got in, and they showed their ability with a very humble self, that&amp;#39;s why people like them, I guess. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, there will be next season of IMB on transtv, and there&amp;#39;s also Indonesia&amp;#39;s Got Talent on indosiar. Very competitive show. I&amp;#39;ll review IGT after it shortlisted to the final round.&lt;br&gt;____________________________________&lt;br&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-5777818784755783981?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5777818784755783981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=5777818784755783981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5777818784755783981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5777818784755783981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/winner-of-imb-indonesia-mencari-bakat.html' title='Winner of IMB (Indonesia Mencari Bakat'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-762498085653833160</id><published>2010-10-16T02:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:44:37.756+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international'/><title type='text'>Liaison Officer Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I suddenly remember about my experience being a liaison officer for the International taekwondo tournament on November 2009. I've always been really interested about something international. Maybe it's because of my obsession to go abroad. I've never went out of Indonesia, fyi. And I really wanted that for the whole time! So yeah, when they opened a recruitment for a liaison officer, I had no hesitation to apply, and thank to God and Mr. Nico (the head of LO) for taking me into the comittee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love to practicing my English with a native speaker. Well, English has always been my favorite subject since school :) So yeah, that was a really rare opportunity. Before the D-day, Mr.Nico told me that I would handle the Laos team, which has a Korean leader. Very surprisingly, the team (3 boys and 1 girl) couldn't speak English at all. Even the basic words! So I just used my hand to act my words! It was really frustrating first cos I was really hoping to have a great bond with them. And the team leader, is actually the vice president of Laos taekwondo team,just like what I said on my blog last year. And I didn't know that until I saw it on the internet after the event. He was really bossy first. It's really obvious now, since he got the position and also connected with the important person of Indonesian taekwondo, Mr.Leo. First day he arrived here, he made a complain to me that I didn't know about any internet at the hotel. Well, sorry because I never go to Saphire Hotel before, so yeah I had no idea about any internet room there. And I also remember that he asked me for a headache medicine and I gave him Tolak Angin, but he didn't really believe me about that and asked the other about how good is Tolak Angin, and they also recommended it. Haha! Then he gave me a full responsibilities to took care the children. He left them with me! Oh well, it was awesome cos I couldn't communicate with them. I just tried my best to understand them and offered a basic needs like water and food. So I accompanied them at the practice and also at the match day. They striked the poomsae competition with a very good result and I was so proud of them. I know I had nothing to do with their perfomance there, but I guess their comfortability here was also mattered and affected their performance. It's a good point, right?! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;To be honest, I was a lil bit jealous with the other LOs at the first day,. My friend, Erika, handled two guys, one from Australia which is actually Indonesian, and one from Korea which stays in Surabaya. They are totally good looking. Haha! Our hearthrobs ;) The others, handled some teams from Malaysia, which are having a good English, so they could communicate easily. The Thailand team has a very funny leader, named Mr. Thoh. He even treated us in Ohlala the second night. The Kamboja team also speaks English. But well, every LOs had their own happiness and weakness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, the night after the match, the kids thanked me and said that I was great (in English, lol). And also Mr Vice President praised me in front of those people. And I was flattered. I never thought before that my doubt thoughts on my team were wrong, they appreciated me. The day after was just happy things, I took them to short trip around Jogja. And they were really happy. It was only me and my team that got a spare time. And we became more active each other. So yeah, it was really fun to be with them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope they learn English well in their school. I only connected with the girl until now. But since she doesn't understand what I'm talking about, she won't reply my comments. She answered my email, only said hi and miss me, but then didn't answer my questions. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well my point is, do what u do with all your heart, your passion, and you'll get an extraordinary thing as a reply. Do not underestimate people or something before u really do know them, sort of don't judge a book by its cover. I was in trouble at the first day, but then I got it clear at the end. And over all, this was a precious thing and a great experience for me. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TLmQGZ4xNsI/AAAAAAAABmA/fNsK0wL-Ui8/s1600-h/100_0165%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0165" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="326" alt="100_0165" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TLmQHYSaLCI/AAAAAAAABmE/WFcx97plFRs/100_0165_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TLmQIHUxqzI/AAAAAAAABmI/aR17dvNZJTg/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="48" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TLmQJLsNWBI/AAAAAAAABmM/qiupSOknkb4/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="63" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;____________________________________     &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-762498085653833160?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/762498085653833160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=762498085653833160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/762498085653833160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/762498085653833160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/liaison-officer-experience.html' title='Liaison Officer Experience'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TLmQHYSaLCI/AAAAAAAABmE/WFcx97plFRs/s72-c/100_0165_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1135515989923020083</id><published>2010-10-07T15:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:46:51.172+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short story'/><title type='text'>Jangan “NGAMBEK” Berkepanjangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In the middle of my insomnia last night, a friend gave me a link, great and touching story, made me cry a lot. Cant wait to share with you all :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ini adalah cerita sebenarnya (diceritakan oleh Lu Di dan di edit oleh Lian Shu Xiang)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sebuah salah pengertian yg mengakibatkan kehancuran sebuah rumah tangga. Tatkala nilai akhir sebuah kehidupan sudah terbuka, tetapi segalanya sudah terlambat. Membawa nenek utk tinggal bersama menghabiskan masa tuanya bersama kami, malah telah menghianati ikrar cinta yg telah kami buat selama ini, setelah 2 tahun menikah, saya dan suami setuju menjemput nenek di kampung utk tinggal bersama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sejak kecil suami saya telah kehilangan ayahnya, dia adalah satu-satunya harapan nenek, nenek pula yg membesarkannya dan menyekolahkan dia hingga tamat kuliah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saya terus mengangguk tanda setuju, kami segera menyiapkan sebuah kamar yg menghadap taman untuk nenek, agar dia dapat berjemur, menanam bunga dan sebagainya. Suami berdiri didepan kamar yg sangat kaya dgn sinar matahari, tidak sepatah katapun yg terucap tiba-tiba saja dia mengangkat saya dan memutar-mutar saya seperti adegan dalam film India dan berkata : “Mari,kita jemput nenek di kampung”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suami berbadan tinggi besar, aku suka sekali menyandarkan kepalaku ke dadanya yg bidang, ada suatu perasaan nyaman dan aman disana. Aku seperti sebuah boneka kecil yg kapan saja bisa diangkat dan dimasukan kedalam kantongnya. Kalau terjadi selisih paham diantara kami, dia suka tiba-tiba mengangkatku tinggi-tinggi diatas kepalanya dan diputar-putar sampai aku berteriak ketakutan baru diturunkan. Aku sungguh menikmati saat-saat seperti itu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kebiasaan nenek di kampung&amp;#160; tidak berubah. Aku suka sekali menghias rumah dengan bunga segar, sampai akhirnya nenek tidak tahan lagi dan berkata kepada suami : “Istri kamu hidup foya-foya, buat apa beli bunga? Kan bunga tidak bisa dimakan?” Aku menjelaskannya kepada nenek : “Ibu, rumah dengan bunga segar membuat rumah terasa lebih nyaman dan suasana hati lebih gembira. “Nenek berlalu sambil mendumel, suamiku berkata sambil tertawa : “Ibu, ini kebiasaan orang kota, lambat laun ibu akan terbiasa juga.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nenek tidak protes lagi, tetapi setiap kali melihatku pulang sambil membawa bunga, dia tidak bisa menahan diri untuk bertanya berapa harga bunga itu, setiap mendengar jawabanku dia selalu mencibir sambil menggeleng-gelengkan kepala. Setiap membawa pulang barang belanjaan, dia selalu tanya itu berapa harganya, ini berapa. Setiap aku jawab, dia selalu berdecak dengan suara keras. Suamiku memencet hidungku sambil berkata : “Putriku, kan kamu bisa berbohong.Jangan katakan harga yang sebenarnya.” Lambat laun, keharmonisan dalam rumah tanggaku mulai terusik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nenek sangat tidak bisa menerima melihat suamiku bangun pagi menyiapkan sarapan pagi untuk dia sendiri, di mata nenek seorang anak laki-laki masuk ke dapur adalah hal yang sangat memalukan. Di meja makan, wajah nenek selalu cemberut dan aku sengaja seperti tidak mengetahuinya. Nenek selalu membuat bunyi-bunyian dengan alat makan seperti sumpit dan sendok, itulah cara dia protes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku adalah instrukstur tari, seharian terus menari membuat badanku sangat letih, aku tidak ingin membuang waktu istirahatku dengan bangun pagi apalagi disaat musim dingin. Nenek kadang juga suka membantuku di dapur, tetapi makin dibantu aku menjadi semakin repot, misalnya ; dia suka menyimpan semua kantong-kantong bekas belanjaan, dikumpulkan bisa untuk dijual katanya. Jadilah rumahku seperti tempat pemulungan kantong plastik, dimana-mana terlihat kantong plastik besar tempat semua kumpulan kantong plastik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kebiasaan nenek mencuci piring bekas makan tidak menggunakan cairan pencuci, agar supaya dia tidak tersinggung, aku selalu mencucinya sekali lagi pada saat dia sudah tidur. Suatu hari, nenek mendapati aku sedang mencuci piring malam harinya, dia segera masukke kamar sambil membanting pintu dan menangis. Suamiku jadi serba salah, malam itu kami tidur seperti orang bisu, aku coba bermanja-manja dengan dia, tetapi dia tidak perduli. Aku menjadi kecewa dan marah. “Apa salahku?” Dia melotot sambil berkata : “Kenapa tidak kamu biarkan saja? Apakah memakan dengan pring itu bisa membuatmu mati?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku dan nenek tidak bertegur sapa untuk waktu yg culup lama, suasana mejadi kaku. Suamiku menjadi sangat kikuk, tidak tahu harus berpihak pada siapa? Nenek tidak lagi membiarkan suamiku masuk ke dapur, setiap pagi dia selalu bangun lebih pagi dan menyiapkan sarapan untuknya, suatu kebahagiaan terpancar di wajahnya jika melihat suamiku makan dengan lahap, dengan sinar mata yang seakan mencemohku sewaktu melihat padaku, seakan berkata dimana tanggung jawabmu sebagai seorang istri?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Demi menjaga suasana pagi hari tidak terganggu, aku selalu membeli makanan diluar pada saat berangkat kerja. Saat tidur, suami berkata : “Lu di, apakah kamu merasa masakan ibu tidak enak dan tidak bersih sehingga kamu tidak pernah makan di rumah?” sambil memunggungiku dia berkata tanpa menghiraukan air mata yg mengalir di kedua belah pipiku. Dan dia akhirnya berkata : “Anggaplah ini sebuah permintaanku, makanlah bersama kami setiap pagi. “Aku mengiyakannya dan kembali ke meja makan yg serba canggung itu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pagi itu nenek memasak bubur, kami sedang makan dan tiba-tiba ada suatu perasaan yg sangat mual menimpaku, seakan-akan isi perut mau keluar semua. Aku menahannya sambil berlari ke kamar mandi, sampai disana aku segera mengeluarkan semua isi perut. Setelah agak reda, aku melihat suamiku berdiri didepan pintu kamar mandi dan memandangku dengan sinar mata yg tajam, diluar sana terdengar suara tangisan nenek dan berkata-kata dengan bahasa daerahnya. Aku terdiam dan terbengong tanpa bisa berkata-kata. Sungguh bukan sengaja aku berbuat demikian!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pertama kali dalam perkawinanku, aku bertengkar hebat dengan suamiku, nenek melihat kami dengan mata merah dan berjalan menjauh……suamiku segera mengejarnya keluar rumah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Selama 3 hari suamiku tidak pulang ke rumah dan tidak juga&amp;#160; meneleponku. Aku sangat kecewa, semenjak kedatangan nenek di rumah ini, aku sudah banyak mengalah, mau bagaimana lagi? Entah kenapa aku selalu merasa mual dan kehilangan nafsu makan ditambah lagi dengan keadaan rumahku yang kacau, sungguh sangat menyebalkan. Akhirnya teman sekerjaku berkata : “Lu Di, sebaiknya kamu periksa ke dokter. “Hasil pemeriksaan menyatakan aku sedang hamil. Aku baru sadar mengapa aku mual-mual pagi itu. Sebuah berita gembira yg terselip juga kesedihan. Mengapa suami dan nenek sebagai orang yg berpengalaman tidak berpikir sampai sejauh itu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Di pintu masuk rumah sakit aku melihat suamiku, 3 hari tidak bertemu dia berubah drastis, muka kusut kurang tidur, aku ingin segera berlalu tetapi rasa iba membuatku tertegun dan memanggilnya. Dia melihat ke arahku tetapi seakan akan tidak mengenaliku lagi, pandangan matanya penuh dengan kebencian dan itu melukaiku. Aku berkata pada diriku sendiri, jangan lagi melihatnya dan segera memanggil taksi. Padahal aku ingin memberitahunya bahwa kami akan segera memiliki seorang anak. Dan berharap aku akan diangkatnya tinggi-tinggi dan diputar-putar sampai aku minta ampun tetapi…..mimpiku tidak menjadi kenyataan. Didalam taksi air mataku mengalir dengan deras. Mengapa kesalah pahaman ini berakibat sangat buruk?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sampai di rumah aku berbaring di ranjang memikirkan peristiwa tadi, memikirkan sinar matanya yg penuh dengan kebencian, aku menangis dengan sedihnya. Tengah malam, aku mendengar suara orang membuka laci, aku menyalakan lampu dan melihat dia dgn wajah berlinang air mata sedang mengambil uang dan buku tabungannya. Aku nenatapnya dengan dingin tanpa berkata-kata. Dia seperti tidak melihatku saja dan segera berlalu. Sepertinya dia sudah memutuskan utk meninggalkan aku. Sungguh lelaki yg sangat picik, dalam saat begini dia masih bisa membedakan antara cinta dengan uang. Aku tersenyum sambil menitikan air mata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku tidak masuk kerja keesokan harinya, aku ingin secepatnya membereskan masalah ini, aku akan membicarakan semua masalah ini dan pergi mencarinya di kantornya. Di kantornya aku bertemu dengan seketarisnya yg melihatku dengan wajah bingung. “Ibunya pak direktur baru saja mengalami kecelakaan lalu lintas dan sedang berada di rumah sakit. Mulutku terbuka lebar. Aku segera menuju rumah sakit dan saat menemukannya, nenek sudah meninggal. Suamiku tidak pernah menatapku, wajahnya kaku. Aku memandang jasad nenek yg terbujur kaku. Sambil menangis aku menjerit dalam hati : “Tuhan, mengapa ini bisa terjadi?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sampai selesai upacara pemakaman, suamiku tidak pernah bertegur sapa denganku, jika memandangku selalu dengan pandangan penuh dengan kebencian. Peristiwa kecelakaan itu aku juga tahu dari orang lain, pagi itu nenek berjalan ke arah terminal, rupanya dia mau kembali ke kampung. Suamiku mengejar sambil berlari, nenek juga berlari makin cepat sampai tidak melihat sebuah bus yg datang ke arahnya dengan kencang. Aku baru mengerti mengapa pandangan suamiku penuh dengan kebencian. Jika aku tidak muntah pagi itu,jika kami tidak bertengkar, jika…………dimatanya, akulah penyebab kematian nenek.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suamiku pindah ke kamar nenek, setiap malam pulang kerja dengan badan penuh dengan bau asap rokok dan alkohol. Aku merasa bersalah tetapi juga merasa harga diriku terinjak-injak. Aku ingin menjelaskan bahwa semua ini bukan salahku dan juga memberitahunya bahwa kami akan segera mempunyai anak. Tetapi melihat sinar matanya, aku tidak pernah menjelaskan masalah ini. Aku rela dipukul atau dimaki-maki olehnya walaupun ini bukan salahku. Waktu berlalu dengan sangat lambat. Kami hidup serumah tetapi seperti tidak mengenal satu sama lain. Dia pulang makin larut malam. Suasana tegang didalam rumah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suatu hari, aku berjalan melewati sebuah café, melalui keremangan lampu dan kisi-kisi jendela, aku melihat suamiku dengan seorang wanita didalam. Dia sedang menyibak rambut sang gadis dengan mesra. Aku tertegun dan mengerti apa yg telah terjadi. Aku masuk kedalam dan berdiri di depan mereka sambil menatap tajam kearahnya. Aku tidak menangis juga tidak berkata apapun karena aku juga tidak tahu harus berkata apa. Sang gadis melihatku dan ke arah suamiku dan segera hendak berlalu. Tetapi dicegah oleh suamiku dan menatap kembali ke arahku dengan sinar mata yg tidak kalah tajam dariku. Suara detak jangtungku terasa sangat keras, setiap detak suara seperti suara menuju kematian. Akhirnya aku mengalah dan berlalu dari hadapan mereka, jika tidak…mungkin aku akan jatuh bersama bayiku dihadapan mereka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Malam itu dia tidak pulang ke rumah. Seakan menjelaskan padaku apa yang telah terjadi. Sepeninggal nenek, rajutan cinta kasih kami juga sepertinya telah berakhir. Dia tidak kembali lagi ke rumah, kadang sewaktu pulang ke rumah, aku mendapati lemari seperti bekas dibongkar. Aku tahu dia kembali mengambil barang-barang keperluannya. Aku tidak ingin menelepon dia walaupun kadang terbersit suatu keinginan untuk menjelaskan semua ini. Tetapi itu tidak terjadi………, semua berlalu begitu saja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku mulai hidup seorang diri, pergi check kandungan seorang diri. Setiap kali melihat sepasang suami istri sedang check kandungan bersama, hati ini serasa hancur. Teman-teman menyarankan agar aku membuang saja bayi ini, tetapi aku seperti orang yg sedang histeris mempertahankan miliknya. Hitung-hitung sebagai pembuktian kepada nenek bahwa aku tidak bersalah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suatu hari pulang kerja, aku melihat dia duduk didepan ruang tamu. Ruangan penuh dengan asap rokok dan ada selembar kertas diatas meja, tidak perlu tanya aku juga tahu surat apa itu. 2 bulan hidup sendiri, aku sudah bisa mengontrol emosi. Sambil membuka mantel dan topi aku berkata kepadanya : “Tunggu sebentar, aku akan segera menanda tanganinya”. Dia melihatku dengan pandangan awut-awutan demikian juga aku. Aku berkata pada diri sendiri, jangan menangis, jangan menangis. Mata ini terasa sakit sekali tetapi aku terus bertahan agar air mata ini tidak keluar. Selesai membuka mantel, aku berjalan ke arahnya dan ternyata dia memperhatikan perutku yg agak membuncit. Sambil duduk di kursi, aku menanda tangani surat itu dan menyodorkan kepadanya. “Lu di, kamu hamil?” Semenjak nenek meninggal, itulah pertama kali dia berbicara kepadaku. Aku tidak bisa lagi membendung air mataku yg menglir keluar dengan derasnya. Aku menjawab : “Iya, tetapi tidak apa-apa. Kamu sudah boleh pergi”. Dia tidak pergi, dalam keremangan ruangan kami saling berpandangan. Perlahan-lahan dia membungkukan badanya ke tanganku, air matanya terasa menembus lengan bajuku. Tetapi di lubuk hatiku, semua sudah berlalu, banyak hal yg sudah pergi dan tidak bisa diambil kembali.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Entah sudah berapa kali aku mendengar dia mengucapkan kata : “Maafkan aku, maafkan aku”. Aku pernah berpikir untuk memaafkannya tetapi tidak bisa. Tatapan matanya di cafe itu tidak akan pernah aku lupakan. Cinta diantara kami telah ada sebuah luka yg menganga. Semua ini adalah sebuah akibat kesengajaan darinya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Berharap dinding es itu akan mencair, tetapi yang telah berlalu tidak akan pernah kembali. Hanya sewaktu memikirkan bayiku, aku bisa bertahan untuk terus hidup. Terhadapnya, hatiku dingin bagaikan es, tidak pernah menyentuh semua makanan pembelian dia, tidak menerima semua hadiah pemberiannya tidak juga berbicara lagi dengannya. Sejak menanda tangani surat itu, semua cintaku padanya sudah berlalu, harapanku telah lenyap tidak berbekas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kadang dia mencoba masuk ke kamar untuk tidur bersamaku, aku segera berlalu ke ruang tamu, dia terpaksa kembali ke kamar nenek. Malam hari, terdengar suara orang mengerang dari kamar nenek tetapi aku tidak perduli. Itu adalah permainan dia dari dulu. Jika aku tidak perduli padanya, dia akan berpura-pura sakit sampai aku menghampirinya dan bertanya apa yang sakit. Dia lalu akan memelukku sambil tertawa terbahak-bahak. Dia lupa…….., itu adalah dulu, saat cintaku masih membara, sekarang apa lagi yg aku miliki?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Begitu seterusnya, setiap malam aku mendengar suara orang mengerang sampai anakku lahir. Hampir setiap hari dia selalu membeli barang-barang perlengkapan bayi, perlengkapan anak-anak dan buku-buku bacaan untuk anak-anak. Setumpuk demi setumpuk sampai kamarnya penuh sesak dengan barang-barang. Aku tahu dia mencoba menarik simpatiku tetapi aku tidak bergeming. Terpaksa dia mengurung diri dalam kamar, malam hari dari kamarnya selalu terdengar suara pencetan keyboard komputer. Mungkin dia lagi tergila-gila chatting dan berpacaran di dunia maya pikirku. Bagiku itu bukan lagi suatu masalah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suatu malam di musim semi, perutku tiba-tiba terasa sangat sakit dan aku berteriak dengan suara yg keras. Dia segera berlari masuk ke kamar, sepertinya dia tidak pernah tidur. Saat inilah yg ditunggu-tunggu olehnya. Aku digendongnya dan berlari mencari taksi ke rumah sakit. Sepanjang jalan, dia mengenggam dengan erat tanganku, menghapus keringat dingin yg mengalir di dahiku. Sampai di rumah sakit, aku segera digendongnya menuju ruang bersalin. Di punggungnya yg kurus kering, aku terbaring dengan hangat dalam dekapannya. Sepanjang hidupku, siapa lagi yg mencintaiku sedemikian rupa jika bukan dia?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sampai dipintu ruang bersalin, dia memandangku dengan tatapan penuh kasih sayang saat aku didorong menuju persalinan, sambil menahan sakit aku masih sempat tersenyum padanya. Keluar dari ruang bersalin, dia memandang aku dan anakku dengan wajah penuh dengan air mata sambil tersenyum bahagia. Aku memegang tanganya, dia membalas memandangku dengan bahagia, tersenyum dan menangis lalu terjerambab ke lantai. Aku berteriak histeris memanggil namanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Setelah sadar, dia tersenyum tetapi tidak bisa membuka matanya………aku pernah berpikir tidak akan lagi meneteskan sebutir air matapun untuknya, tetapi kenyataannya tidak demikian, aku tidak pernah merasakan sesakit saat ini. Kata dokter, kanker hatinya sudah sampai pada stadium mematikan, bisa bertahan sampai hari ini sudah merupakan sebuah mukjijat. Aku tanya kapankah kanker itu terdeteksi? 5 bulan yg lalu kata dokter, bersiap-siaplah menghadapi kemungkinan terburuk. Aku tidak lagi perduli dengan nasehat perawat, aku segera pulang ke rumah dan ke kamar nenek lalu menyalakan komputer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ternyata selama ini suara orang mengerang adalah benar apa adanya, aku masih berpikir dia sedang bersandiwara…………Sebuah surat yg sangat panjang ada di dalam komputer yg ditujukan kepada anak kami. “Anakku, demi dirimu aku terus bertahan, sampai aku bisa melihatmu. Itu adalah harapanku. Aku tahu dalam hidup ini, kita akan menghadapi semua bentuk kebahagiaan dan kekecewaan, sungguh bahagia jika aku bisa melaluinya bersamamu tetapi ayah tidak mempunyai kesempatan untuk itu. Didalam komputer ini, ayah mencoba memberikan saran dan nasehat terhadap segala kemungkinan hidup yg akan kamu hadapi. Kamu boleh mempertimbangkan saran ayah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Anakku, selesai menulis surat ini, ayah merasa telah menemanimu hidup selama bertahun -tahun. Ayah sungguh bahagia. Cintailah ibumu, dia sungguh menderita, dia adalah orang yg paling mencintaimu dan adalah orang yg paling ayah cintai”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mulai dari kejadian yg mungkin akan terjadi sejak TK, SD, SMP, SMA sampai kuliah, semua tertulis dengan lengkap didalamnya. Dia juga menulis sebuah surat untukku. “Kasihku, dapat menikahimu adalah hal yg paling bahagia aku rasakan dalam hidup ini. Maafkan salahku, maafkan aku tidak pernah memberitahumu tentang penyakitku. Aku tidak mau kesehatan bayi kita terganggu oleh karenanya. Kasihku, jika engkau menangis sewaktu membaca surat ini, berarti kau telah memaafkan aku. Terima kasih atas cintamu padaku selama ini. Hadiah-hadiah ini aku tidak punya kesempatan untuk memberikannyapada anak kita. Pada bungkusan hadiah tertulis semua tahun pemberian padanya”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kembali ke rumah sakit, suamiku masih terbaring lemah. Aku menggendong anak kami dan membaringkannya diatas dadanya sambil berkata : “Sayang, bukalah matamu sebentar saja, lihatlah anak kita. Aku mau dia merasakan kasih sayang dan hangatnya pelukan ayahnya”. Dengan susah payah dia membuka matanya, tersenyum…………..anak itu tetap dalam dekapannya, dengan tanganya yg mungil memegangi tangan ayahnya yg kurus dan lemah. Tidak tahu aku sudah menjepret berapa kali momen itu dengan kamera di tangan sambil berurai air mata………………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teman-teman terkasih, aku sharing cerita ini kepada kalian, agar kita semua bisa menyimak pesan dari cerita ini. Mungkin saat ini air mata kalian sedang jatuh mengalir atau mata masih sembab sehabis menangis, ingatlah pesan dari cerita ini : “Jika ada sesuatu yg mengganjal di hati diantara kalian yg saling mengasihi, sebaiknya utarakanlah jangan simpan didalam hati. Siapa tau apa yg akan terjadi besok? Ada sebuah pertanyaan : Jika kita tahu besok adalah hari kiamat, apakah kita akan menyesali semua hal yg telah kita perbuat? atau apa yg telah kita ucapkan? Sebelum segalanya menjadi terlambat, pikirlah matang2 semua yg akan kita lakukan sebelum kita menyesalinya seumur hidup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2I9oMptLI/AAAAAAAABl4/7yZbqaGkqB4/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="54" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2I-WOT7BI/AAAAAAAABl8/rkOzzohXNcQ/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1135515989923020083?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1135515989923020083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1135515989923020083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1135515989923020083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1135515989923020083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-ngambek-berkepanjangan.html' title='Jangan “NGAMBEK” Berkepanjangan'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2I-WOT7BI/AAAAAAAABl8/rkOzzohXNcQ/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6311782301130537204</id><published>2010-10-07T03:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:40:15.188+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><title type='text'>Used VS Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 years old son picked up stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;When the child saw his father with painful eyes he asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions…….sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The next day that man committed suicide. . . Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life…..     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Things are to be used and people are to be loved, But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things are loved…     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;During this year, let's be careful to keep this thought in mind: Things are to be used, but People are to be loved … Be yourself……This is the only day we HAVE.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits they become character; Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.     &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________     &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2HakX1jWI/AAAAAAAABlw/oIGUpgE-HHo/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="55" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2Hbe6CdxI/AAAAAAAABl0/XVKtmvwmuQo/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6311782301130537204?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6311782301130537204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6311782301130537204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6311782301130537204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6311782301130537204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/used-vs-loved.html' title='Used VS Loved'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2Hbe6CdxI/AAAAAAAABl0/XVKtmvwmuQo/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2394011614337604826</id><published>2010-10-07T03:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:30:14.240+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Jangan Sakiti Ibumu</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but mother's issues always get my biggest concern. Maybe because I have a single parents, only my mom and I feel that she's everything to me. We don't really close, I don't tell everything to my mom, and sometimes we argue each other. But deep inside I love her always. This is a great story again, made me cry again :')  &lt;p&gt;Suatu ketika, seorang anak mendatangi ibunya yang sedang sibuk menyediakan makan malam di dapur.Kemudian dia memberikan selembar kertas kepada sang ibu, sang ibu segera membersihkan tangan lalu menerima kertas yang diberikan oleh si anak dan membacanya :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ongkos upah membantu ibu:   &lt;br /&gt;• Membantu Pergi Ke Warung : Rp. 20.000    &lt;br /&gt;• Menjaga adik : Rp. 20.000    &lt;br /&gt;• Membuang sampah : Rp. 5.000    &lt;br /&gt;• Membereskan Tempat Tidur : Rp. 10.000    &lt;br /&gt;• menyiram bunga : Rp. 15.000    &lt;br /&gt;• Menyapu Halaman : Rp. 15.000&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Jumlah : Rp. 85.000&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Selesai membaca, si ibu tersenyum memandang si anak yang raut mukanya berbinar binar. Si ibu mengambil pena dan menulis sesuatu dibelakang kertas yang sama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Ongkos mengandungmu selama 9 bulan : GRATIS   &lt;br /&gt;• Ongkos berjaga malam karena menjagamu : GRATIS    &lt;br /&gt;• Ongkos air mata yang menetes karenamu : GRATIS    &lt;br /&gt;• Ongkos Khawatir karena memikirkan keadaanmu : GRATIS    &lt;br /&gt;• Ongkos menyediakan makan minum, pakaian dan keperluanmu : GRATIS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Jumlah Keseluruhan Nilai Kasihku : GRATIS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Air mata si anak berlinang setelah membaca. Si anak menatap wajah sang ibu, memeluknya dan berkata, &amp;quot;Saya Sayang Ibu&amp;quot;.Kemudian si anak mengambil pena dan menulis sesuatu didepan surat yang ditulisnya: &amp;quot;Telah Dibayar&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kenanglah Ibu yang menyayangimu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Untuk Ibu yang selalu meneteskan air mata ketika kau pergi…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ingatkah engkau ketika ibumu rela tidur tanpa selimut demi melihatmu dapat tidur nyenyak dengan dua selimut membalut tubuhmu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ingatkah engkau ketika jemari ibumu mengusap lembut kepalamu??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dan Ingatkah engkau ketika air mata menetes dari mata ibumu ketika ia melihatmu terbaring sakit??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bahagiakan lah ibumu yang selalu menantikan dan mendoakanmu..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kembalilah memohon maaf kepada ibumu yang selalu rindu akan senyumanmu..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jangan biarkan engkau kehilangan saat saat yang akan kau rindukan di masa yang akan datang ketika ibumu telah tiada…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ketika tidak ada lagi yang berdiri di depan pintu menyambut mu…   &lt;br /&gt;____________________________________     &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2FEcY6CZI/AAAAAAAABlo/yPuNgxM67Ic/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="55" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2FFH3i0_I/AAAAAAAABls/NzydpJR5uHs/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2394011614337604826?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2394011614337604826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2394011614337604826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2394011614337604826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2394011614337604826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-sakiti-ibumu.html' title='Jangan Sakiti Ibumu'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2FFH3i0_I/AAAAAAAABls/NzydpJR5uHs/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1372573016197416076</id><published>2010-10-07T03:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:27:33.130+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lesson'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hari ini kau mengeluh bahwa makananmu kurang enak    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Seorang anak memandang orang yang lalu lalang. Berharap ada yang mau disemir sepatunya. Demi beberapa suap nasi     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kau mengeluh. Di balik kenyamanan mobil, alunan musik dan dinginnya AC. Bahwa kemacetan lalu lintas seakan membuatmu gila     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang berlarian mengejar buskota. Berdesak-desakan, peluh mengalir dan kepengapan. Pengamen silih berganti mencoba mencari rejeki     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kau mengeluh. Bahwa rumahmu terlalu kecil dan jauh     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Seorang gelandangan menggelar koran yang lusuh. Lalu merebahkan dirinya yang lelah. Beratapkan langit dengan sejuta bintang. Berharap hujan tak singgah malam ini     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Tidakkah kau lelah mengeluh?     &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________     &lt;br /&gt;Today, you're complaining that your food isn't good enough.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;A child stares at people, wishing that someone will stop to get a shoes polish. For a bite of rice.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Today, you're complaining, inside your comfortable car, music, and AC, that the traffic jams make you almost crazy.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;People run chasing a bus. Jostling, sweats flowing, fug. Street singers try finding a fortune.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Today you're complaining, that your house is too small and too far.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;A homeless people puts a tattered newspaper, and lays his tired self down. With a roof of sky and stars. Hoping the rain doesn't come.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Don't you tired of complaining??     &lt;br /&gt;___________________________________     &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2EcH0-G9I/AAAAAAAABlg/wwaG3MR8-HI/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="64" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2Ec7zWo0I/AAAAAAAABlk/wuPJfxayMbw/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1372573016197416076?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1372573016197416076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1372573016197416076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1372573016197416076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1372573016197416076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-lesson.html' title='Life Lesson'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TK2Ec7zWo0I/AAAAAAAABlk/wuPJfxayMbw/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-8902126392825640586</id><published>2010-10-06T13:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:01:29.277+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Walking Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the first time in my life, i feel like these couple days and weeks are the most unproductive time of my life. I mean, i have nothing to do.. Really NOTHING. I have this bad insomnia, which means i cant sleep every single night before 4 am. I usually sleep around 4-5 am. The worst just happened last night, i was trying to sleep at 2 am, but i ended up around 5.30. Until the sky turned into blue again. What the hell is wrong with my sleeping time?! :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;After that i usually wake up in the afternoon, around 2-3 pm. Yeah, i’m turning day into night and night to day. And i know how bad it is. It’s not good for beauty and also health. But i dont know how to make myself sleep earlier. I guess i’ll take medicine tonight. We’ll see if it works. Back to topic, and after i wake up, usually i get into my laptop and connect to the internet. Watching TV series. I even re-watched Glee season 1 yesterday. I need to rent some dvds. I need my brain to work.&amp;#160; And so on and so on. That’s it! See how unproductive am i?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to the TV series so i still have something to watch. Though my internet connection walks like a turtle, totally slow. Hufhh.. The fall in USA brought many series to a new season. I’m happy!! New season of Gossip Girl, Glee, The Vampire Diaries, Life Unexpected, and The Mentalist. Awesome! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, should i find a part time job, while waiting for the real one? I’m really desperate and need a job!! I cant live my life like this, nothing to do everyday. Haiyahh, waste of time.. Well sorry for this unimportant post. Hahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKwQsUc9ltI/AAAAAAAABlY/bjzBv65TffE/s1600-h/san%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="63" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKwQtiBWZEI/AAAAAAAABlc/Ek4hoWxDQ7E/san_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-8902126392825640586?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8902126392825640586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=8902126392825640586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8902126392825640586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8902126392825640586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/walking-zombie.html' title='Walking Zombie'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKwQtiBWZEI/AAAAAAAABlc/Ek4hoWxDQ7E/s72-c/san_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-5384074383802632179</id><published>2010-10-05T12:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:44:20.053+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kebaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>Kebaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I was really having troubles on choosing kebaya for my graduation ceremonial.. I mean it's just once in my life time, and I've never worn any kebaya before, so I want everything to be perfect at the D-day. Basically I want a modern kebaya, you know the sexy one, like something u'll wear in a wedding ceremony. Like the Miss Universe kebaya or kebaya from Anna Avantie. You know what's my point right, I want something different. But this time, I couldn't find any! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went to Christine Salon and found a white old kebaya. I didn't really like it, I just thought that it's the best they got that fitted me well. IDR 150K. So I moved on to another salon, Kamaratih. I found that black kebaya, quite good. But too bad it's black. It wouldn't fit the day because it's gonna be really hot tomorrow. IDR 100K. Then I went to a small designer house near my home, they actually sell kebaya, but also rent it. I found a pretty red kebaya, but the size was too small for me, and also the rent cost IDR 200K. I also went to another salons, ended up at Curly. I actually had a very good choice there, the color is blue and it's very pretty, but it's just too expensive. IDR 500K. What the hell.. Beside, my friend had ever worn it at her graduation last July. Hell no I will take photos with the same clothes as someone who knows me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, till yesterday I finally decided to choose one. This kebaya is a lil bit different, because it has a colar, a blazer colar. And I think it's pretty unique. It's like having 2 part of colors, the upper one is light green, and the below part is dark green. I actually chose to have the tosca bustier, but it didn't fit me very well. Meant, I'm too fat to use it. Damn! And the light green either!! So the owner gave me the dark green bustier. The kebaya has flower details and also blinks everywhere, but not too over. It's just perfect. And also she promised to making me a new jarik, the white one with narrow end. I don't like the jarik that has a wide end, u know like a fish. It will make me look bigger. Haha.. But still confused on deciding what color will I use for the jarik, white or darker one. I think the white one. Anyway, I found this kebaya at a salon near my house. It's not a big or wellknown salon, and this kebaya is the owner's. That's why it's different, one and only. And the best part is the very cheap rent, only IDR 40K :D &lt;em&gt;eurika!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is some kebaya I tried :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLKd0oeI/AAAAAAAABkg/Zti0y6pFnFQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMDItMjAxMDA5MjgtMTIxOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-795904"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652496199655906" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="381" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLKd0oeI/AAAAAAAABkg/Zti0y6pFnFQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMDItMjAxMDA5MjgtMTIxOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-795904" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLTxbvZI/AAAAAAAABko/07lAlg_UjPk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMzQtMjAxMDA5MjgtMTMwNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797078"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652498697829778" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="375" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLTxbvZI/AAAAAAAABko/07lAlg_UjPk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMzQtMjAxMDA5MjgtMTMwNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797078" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLu0NOtI/AAAAAAAABkw/ITfl-866Sns/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMzUtMjAxMDA5MjgtMTMxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797881"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652505957219026" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="370" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLu0NOtI/AAAAAAAABkw/ITfl-866Sns/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMzUtMjAxMDA5MjgtMTMxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797881" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLmqXl8I/AAAAAAAABk4/VITV7LQPuHA/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODMtMjAxMDEwMDQtMTY1MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798595"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652503768471490" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="369" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLmqXl8I/AAAAAAAABk4/VITV7LQPuHA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODMtMjAxMDEwMDQtMTY1MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798595" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCMMou4AI/AAAAAAAABlA/3KZz55zqSls/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODItMjAxMDEwMDQtMTY1MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-700315"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652513962156034" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="366" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCMMou4AI/AAAAAAAABlA/3KZz55zqSls/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODItMjAxMDEwMDQtMTY1MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-700315" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCMcc08uI/AAAAAAAABlI/3qnfNOpqyNM/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODctMjAxMDEwMDQtMTcwMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-701067"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652518207189730" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="364" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCMcc08uI/AAAAAAAABlI/3qnfNOpqyNM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODctMjAxMDEwMDQtMTcwMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-701067" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKwMqzV14WI/AAAAAAAABlQ/KUIDuggTCt4/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="44" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKwMsJYElRI/AAAAAAAABlU/JkP4yJxYwLs/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="58" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-5384074383802632179?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5384074383802632179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=5384074383802632179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5384074383802632179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5384074383802632179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/kebaya.html' title='Kebaya'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKuCLKd0oeI/AAAAAAAABkg/Zti0y6pFnFQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMDItMjAxMDA5MjgtMTIxOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-795904' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3596301954846752143</id><published>2010-10-03T21:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:59:29.542+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kofenoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>Photoshoot for Kofenoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So today i was doing some photoshoots for my friend, who’s helping her friend whom is also my friend.. Hahaha.. So the point is i helped these two of my friends,. The one is from advertising, she does the photo. And the other is the cafe owner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The cafe name is Kofenoir, placed in Jalan Kaliurang Yogyakarta. It has great menus and coffee, the owner took a hospitality study in Genting. The coffee taste real, says my friend. The chocolate is also good. Pancake is one of my favorite actually. The chocolate is really delicious! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It has a great atmosphere actually, silent and chill. With touch of jazz music. But maybe because of the far away place (from my home specially), not so many people know this cafe. So it’s really great idea to promoting this cafe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The photoshoot is for promoting her cafe, the concept is that Kofenoir is a cozy place where you can hangout with friends, share the happiness, or maybe sadness too. Great place for lover too.. What we did is really kinda advertising shoots.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is some behind the scenes shoot. Will post the real advertising shoots after it’s done with the editing process.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2C6_gkMI/AAAAAAAABic/aSzmAA6Xpmk/s1600-h/IMG00263-20101003-1329%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00263-20101003-1329" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="366" alt="IMG00263-20101003-1329" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2DotCAhI/AAAAAAAABig/CC5A2p_LdDQ/IMG00263-20101003-1329_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2ElxeVoI/AAAAAAAABik/118GafASmgc/s1600-h/IMG00262-20101003-1304%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00262-20101003-1304" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="283" alt="IMG00262-20101003-1304" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2GKIl_BI/AAAAAAAABis/B4OGS92SBNs/IMG00262-20101003-1304_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; 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border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="277" alt="IMG00266-20101003-1329" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2NzEYGeI/AAAAAAAABjE/OR2XUG8WVUU/IMG00266-20101003-1329_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2PANYJHI/AAAAAAAABjI/FJ8y2g2sqOI/s1600-h/IMG00267-20101003-1332%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00267-20101003-1332" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="273" alt="IMG00267-20101003-1332" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2QsR-ZtI/AAAAAAAABjM/zLlSs3Bm1Z8/IMG00267-20101003-1332_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2SkV9siI/AAAAAAAABjQ/-3HAhDCCxX0/s1600-h/IMG00268-20101003-1335%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00268-20101003-1335" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="275" alt="IMG00268-20101003-1335" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2WAzsXkI/AAAAAAAABjU/N3J-9rmRs58/IMG00268-20101003-1335_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2YBrsSXI/AAAAAAAABjY/EvBj1C6WipM/s1600-h/IMG00269-20101003-1352%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00269-20101003-1352" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="278" alt="IMG00269-20101003-1352" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2aK0rMLI/AAAAAAAABjc/cXiSolYRo5U/IMG00269-20101003-1352_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2bLyEKdI/AAAAAAAABjg/gEW7SZc-zSA/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="52" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2bxCeSXI/AAAAAAAABjk/dybydGIcE-k/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="68" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3596301954846752143?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3596301954846752143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3596301954846752143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3596301954846752143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3596301954846752143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/photoshoot-for-kofenoir.html' title='Photoshoot for Kofenoir'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi2DotCAhI/AAAAAAAABig/CC5A2p_LdDQ/s72-c/IMG00263-20101003-1329_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-5697654818102286496</id><published>2010-10-03T01:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:28:49.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way i loved you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><title type='text'>The Way I Loved You (cover by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9d395c22-a6f8-4b84-8516-2c7079af7b38" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="622aa8d5-63d0-4560-8b58-28beb966b62b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeENoRbrPu8" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKd50WATLCI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Nkhy24xnsJI/video6e76a7e6cf86%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('622aa8d5-63d0-4560-8b58-28beb966b62b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;392\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;327\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KeENoRbrPu8&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KeENoRbrPu8&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;392\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;327\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My favorite song right now!! :) Check the cover by Julia Sheer and Tyler Ward too! It’s awesome.. Have&amp;#160; no webcam so i put an amazing sand video here. Enjoy!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is my youtube link : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeENoRbrPu8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeENoRbrPu8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKd51mcXfaI/AAAAAAAABiU/jCACn4879Lw/s1600-h/san%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="63" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKd53kiOkZI/AAAAAAAABiY/cM6UwCaRKHU/san_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-5697654818102286496?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5697654818102286496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=5697654818102286496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5697654818102286496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/5697654818102286496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/way-i-loved-you-cover-by-me.html' title='The Way I Loved You (cover by me)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKd50WATLCI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Nkhy24xnsJI/s72-c/video6e76a7e6cf86%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7817316521684528150</id><published>2010-10-02T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:26:51.598+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food Journal : Nagoya Japanese Cuisine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you think you are okay to pay a lot for foods, try go to &lt;strong&gt;Nagoya Japanese Cuisine&lt;/strong&gt;. Placed in &lt;strong&gt;Grand Quality Hotel Jogjakarta,&lt;/strong&gt; this is a restaurant inside the hotel with full of Japanese menus like Sushi, Sashimi, Bento, Teppanyaki.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There’s also Chinese Restaurant named Serayu Chinese Restaurant inside the hotel, and the foods are good. They have a promotion for all dimsum menus, 50% off, and the best thing is they open for 24 hours. Dimsum menus in Serayu always become the favorite among peoples. Yeah, we love it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Back to Nagoya, so I was going with my besties, to spend the voucher she has, IDR 540K. It is huge, right? That’s why we went to Nagoya. We didnt order the teppanyaki set, we chose to eat sashimi and sushi. Shabu-shabu, a japanese fried noodle, japanese fried rice, and two boxes of salmon teriyaki bento, and ocha for the drink. I’m not a big fan of raw food actually, so today was my first time trying these raw sushi and sashimi. They were so chewy! I tried the raw salmon and tuna sashimi, and salmon sushi and the roll sushi. Still tasted really weird, although i ate that with the sauce. Ewww… Still not a big fan ;p I totally prefer the ripe one. I love the teriyaki bento, but it’s expensive. Only got a small salmon. Hufhh.. The shabu2 and japanese fried noodle tasted so-so.. I like the fried rice, but i think it tastes like Indonesian food instead. Though they put nori at the fried rice, with prawns, eggs, and satay. Fyi, the fried rice is the cheapest food there, IDR 28K.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We spent around IDR 700K for seven persons, thank God we had the voucher!! Hahaha.. So eating those things for IDR 25K is really worth enough! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi8m_oYh-I/AAAAAAAABjo/rdcqQEWkgDE/s1600-h/IMG00253-20101002-2016%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00253-20101002-2016" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="301" alt="IMG00253-20101002-2016" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi8oItarLI/AAAAAAAABjs/13pY-zFwkYo/IMG00253-20101002-2016_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi8pLF66aI/AAAAAAAABjw/A9KaYN9nTbA/s1600-h/IMG00254-20101002-2019%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00254-20101002-2019" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="303" alt="IMG00254-20101002-2019" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi8pygXjDI/AAAAAAAABj0/8VRc9hBa9yQ/IMG00254-20101002-2019_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="303" alt="IMG00259-20101002-2027" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi8ySnImTI/AAAAAAAABkM/t8Ka65N7rK0/IMG00259-20101002-2027_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi8ztBZWjI/AAAAAAAABkQ/INHladSgfTc/s1600-h/IMG00260-20101002-2028%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00260-20101002-2028" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="IMG00260-20101002-2028" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi80s2QEMI/AAAAAAAABkU/pkahiEUXfo8/IMG00260-20101002-2028_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi81lKBF4I/AAAAAAAABkY/wEuIy9NByHI/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="69" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi82uwtTfI/AAAAAAAABkc/R3i1UpFlN3k/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7817316521684528150?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7817316521684528150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7817316521684528150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7817316521684528150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7817316521684528150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-journal-nagoya-japanese-cuisine.html' title='Food Journal : Nagoya Japanese Cuisine'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKi8oItarLI/AAAAAAAABjs/13pY-zFwkYo/s72-c/IMG00253-20101002-2016_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-4076034332464357713</id><published>2010-10-01T01:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:13:27.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors, a poem by an African kid</title><content type='html'>I only give a random title for this post, that&amp;#39;s not the title of the poem. This poem was nominated by United Nations as the best poem of 2006, written by an African Kid:&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;When I born, I black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I grow up, I black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I go in Sun, I black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I scared, I black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I sick, I black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when I die, I still black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And you white fellow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you born, you pink&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you grow up, you white&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you go in sun, you red&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you cold, you blue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you scared, you yellow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you sick, you green&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when you die, you gray&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And you calling me colored?&lt;br&gt;____________________________&lt;br&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-4076034332464357713?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4076034332464357713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=4076034332464357713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4076034332464357713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4076034332464357713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/colors-poem-by-african-kid.html' title='Colors, a poem by an African kid'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2893116039700382792</id><published>2010-09-28T16:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:12:48.269+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Mother and Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKGxhKTTVQI/AAAAAAAABiA/crAm3w7fFog/s1600-h/Mother-and-Child-Movie-Poster%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Mother-and-Child-Movie-Poster" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="423" alt="Mother-and-Child-Movie-Poster" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKGxiAmkoEI/AAAAAAAABiE/eL29UuP9ANQ/Mother-and-Child-Movie-Poster_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this movie!! Totally breathtaking in the end.. I cried a lot. The story begins with a 14 years old couple who was in intercourse to sex. After that, time moves to present time. Karen lives with her old mom, and has a maid who usually brings her daughter. Karen is a harsh and weird person, but actually she’s stiff, she cant get closer to people easily, including her mom. Time goes by, Karen’s mom finally died. Leaving nothing except a loneliness for Karen. Karen has no husband. One day, Karen looks that her mom’s necklace is worn by her maid’s daughter. She’s angry. So the maid tells her that it was her mom who gave the necklace to the daughter. Maid also says that Karen’s mom felt sorry for causing Karen a miserable life. &lt;em&gt;I dont know why, maybe because the unclosed bond between Karen and her mom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, there’s Elizabeth. Karen’s real daughter whom she gave up at the age 14. Elizabeth got adopted and just grew up and became an independent woman since she was 17. They were never met each other. Elizabeth is a lawyer and has a new job in a law firm. She has an affair with her boss, who is actually old man. And also an affair with her neighboor, who is married. Elizabeth is a tough woman, lives in her independency, her ambition. She thinks she doesnt need anyone so she doesnt have to fulfill their expectation. What she does is just for her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There’s also Lucy, who wants to adopt a baby. She cant be pregnant. She comes to a fostercare, and meets this young woman who will give her baby. It’s her decision. The husband supports her at the 1st time, but then gives up. And they get seperate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Time passes by, Karen gets married with her coworker at the hospital. They are happy. Elizabeth gets pregnant and decides to keep her baby. She doesnt want to be pregnant actually, she pissed off the first time she knew she got pregnant. And Lucy, helps the mother’s baby with all pregnancy things. Elizabeth finally wants to look for her real mom, she writes a letter, sends it to the fostercare. Karen does the same thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Elizabeth has a problem with her pregnancy, she dies when she gives birth her baby. Lucy doesnt get her baby cos the young woman changes her decision. She wants her baby. &lt;em&gt;This scene makes me cry too. Anyway, Elizabeth’s daughter is a lil bit dark, so yeah, the baby’s father must be the boss. &lt;/em&gt;Sister from fostercare gives Elizabeth’s daughter to Lucy, regarding that she has no one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A year later, Elizabeth’s letter come to fostercare. It was misplaced at the first time. The sister then gives it to Karen and also tells her that Elizabeth had a daughter who’s adopted by Lucy. Karen meets Lucy and Ella at the end. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like this movie, the fact that i will become a mother someday, makes me a lil bit scare. I’m afraid that i cant raise my child properly. Haha.. I know it’s still so long, but yeah.. I remember Lucy’s scene, the first time she has Ella. She’s really frustrating because the baby cries all the time, taking over day and night. Then Lucy’s mom says, &lt;strong&gt;“Do u think u are the first woman who ever had a baby? Grow the fuck up and get your act together. Be the mother!”&lt;/strong&gt; And i was like, wow! So yeah, if u are not ready enough to have your own child, do not ever think to make ‘it’. Because it’s hard, raising a child. And i was like gonna hug my mom at that time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont really close with my mom, somehow i feel like Karen in this movie. U know, i dont really open up with her. I dont want to talk about my personal life, neither does she. I prefer talking to some friends or my sister. Well, my mom sometimes complains about this too, about how secretly I am, into her. But i have nothing to hide right now, and she knows everything i’ve done in the past. So right now, i feel secure and comfortable with our condition. Except the fact that she’s hiding something from everyone. But doesnt she think that we all already know? And yes, we do know. Oh please mom, dont be so naive. Well, I think it will be more fun if we can open up to mom. I can, but i prefer to write it, on a card, or letter. Haha, so ancient! :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also like one scene about bond, after Karen got married with her man, she was having a lunch with his daughter. She says something about his dad that doesnt believe in God, &lt;strong&gt;“The most kind-hearted man in the world has turned his back on Jesus. Jesus wouldnt turn His back on u.”&lt;/strong&gt; Cool! And about the bond, because they just know each other, she says : &lt;strong&gt;“Because it’s the time spent together that counts, more than blood.” &lt;/strong&gt;And she encourages Karen to search for her daughter, before the time ends. That line just stick on my head all the time. Time matters so much, true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And by the way because of this movie, i fall in love with Naomi Watts, so much! She’s so pretty! :) This is great movie, specially for you all the women in this world: girl, woman, mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKGxi04HMLI/AAAAAAAABiI/fxZShF7c89c/s1600-h/san%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="55" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKGxjqQllFI/AAAAAAAABiM/QueA0YZCZ1U/san_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="70" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2893116039700382792?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2893116039700382792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2893116039700382792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2893116039700382792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2893116039700382792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/mother-and-child.html' title='Mother and Child'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TKGxiAmkoEI/AAAAAAAABiE/eL29UuP9ANQ/s72-c/Mother-and-Child-Movie-Poster_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-8459094145141032874</id><published>2010-09-27T00:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:21:19.042+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champagne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short story'/><title type='text'>Champagne Girl (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sore itu aku dan teman-teman kantor janjian untuk minum di bar setelah pulang kantor. Aku sudah mendapatkan pinjaman mobil dari kantor. Sejak saat itu aku melarang Chris untuk menjemputku, dan secara otomatis intensitas pertemuan kami pun semakin jarang. Walaupun dia masih rajin telepon dan BBm aku. Tapi aku mulai berusaha menjauhkan diri dari Chris, aku tidak ingin semua menjadi terlambat karena sikap tidak tegasku terhadap Chris. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kami melepas penat dengan sedikit minuman beralkohol, kebetulan besok &lt;i&gt;weekend. &lt;/i&gt;Namun kali ini aku tidak salah minum, aku hanya memesan soda. Tidak boleh ada kejadian aku mabuk dan tidak terkendali. Aku melihat sosok pria berjalan masuk ke bar. Dia duduk membelakangi rombongan kami di meja bartender. Aku mengenal sosok itu, tampak seperti Andrew. Setelah kami selesai minum-minum, aku memberanikan diri mendekati sosok pria seperti Andrew itu, pamit ceritanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Andrew,” panggilku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pria itu menengadah, masih dalam posisi yang sama dengan gelas-gelas di hadapannya. “Hei, Carly.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jadi benar itu Andrew, mabuk. Aku tidak pernah melihat Andrew mabuk. Yah memang tidak, pasti dia yang melihatku mabuk. Mengapa Andrew seperti ini? Masalah apa yang membuatnya begini?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Kamu tidak mabuk lagi kan?” tanya Andrew sambil tersenyum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Aku rasa kamu yang lagi mabuk. Aku baru mau pamitan pulang.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;No, &lt;/i&gt;jangan.” Andrew menahanku dan memegang tanganku. “Temenin aku ngobrol, Carly. Aku rindu perbincangan kita yang dulu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku dapat merasakan pipiku mulai memanas akibat genggaman tangannya. Tangan yang besar dan badan yang kokoh. Namun jiwa yang sedang lelah. Aku pun tinggal di bar lebih lama untuk berbincang-bincang dengan Andrew. Andrew tetap menenggak minumannya, sedangkan aku masih meminum soda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s Ally. &lt;/i&gt;Ally yang menjadi beban di pikiran Andrew saat ini. Andrew bercerita tentang sikap Ally yang mulai berubah dan bahwa pernikahan mereka terancam batal. Ternyata Andrew sangat mencintai Ally, nggak mungkin bagiku untuk berada di antara mereka. Sikap baik Andrew selama ini memang baik sebatas bos dan bawahannya saja. Andrew bicara melantur. Aku pun mengajaknya pulang dan memasukkan Andrew secara paksa ke dalam mobilku. Bahwa menyetir saja dia nggak mampu, gimana bisa aku biarkan dia pulang sendiri. Tubuhnya berat sekali. Kuarahkan mobilku ke apartement Andrew. Kupapah tubuhnya ke dalam lift. Andrew masih meracau soal Ally, sepanjang jalan sampai sekarang. Aku menghubungi Chris, akhirnya, memintanya menunggu di luar lift untuk menjemput Andrew. Andrew terjatuh. Aku berusaha memapahnya, memeluknya untuk menahannya berdiri. Tubuh kami menempel. Andrew menatapku, menggumamkan namaku, kemudian menggumamkan nama Ally, dan dalam sekejap menciumku. Ciuman ini dalam dan sedikit keras. Dia melumat bibirku, berusaha memasukkan lidahnya ke dalam mulutku. Aku tidak bisa menghindar. Tangannya memelukku dengan sangat kuat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pintu lift terbuka. Kulihat Chris berdiri menatap kami. Kujauhkan tubuh Andrew, berusaha melepaskan pelukannya. Masih tidak bisa. Chris menarik Andrew dengan paksa. Kemudian memapahnya ke kamar. Aku mengambil barang-barang Andrew yang terjatuh dan mengikuti ke kamar. Aku tidak bersuara, Chris juga tidak. Dan Andrew sudah resmi tertidur saat ini, gumamannya sudah berhenti. Kami keluar dari kamar tidur Andrew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Kamu nggak apa-apa?” Chris akhirnya memulai pembicaraan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Aku nggak apa-apa. Andrew yang kenapa-kenapa. Dia stress.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Kamu jatuh cinta sama dia?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chris? Aku nggak... Aku nggak pernah jatuh cinta sama Andrew, aku cuma mengaguminya. &lt;i&gt;That’s all.”&lt;/i&gt; Aku berusaha menjelaskan sesuatu. Ini aneh, aku tidak mau Chris berpikir aku menyukai Andrew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Terus kenapa selama ini kamu nggak pernah mau ketemu Andrew? Dan bersikap aneh di hadapannya.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chris, aku nggak mau bicarain tentang itu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;You promise.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku tidak bisa mengelak, kali ini kujawab pertanyaan Chris. Kuceritakan semua yang kuingat tentang malam di Bali itu. Ciuman itu. Ciuman pertamaku dengan bosku, yang ternyata sangat mencintai tunangannya. Serta alasanku untuk mengakhiri karir di Maxcom Enterprise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;That’s why i cant meet him. Or meet you.”&lt;/i&gt; kataku mengakhiri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chris tertawa terbahak-bahak. Aku mengamati keanehannya. Kemudian dia masuk ke dalam kamar dan memintaku mengikutinya. Ia mengambil sesuatu dari dalam laci mejanya. Itu syal, syalku, yang aku cari kemana-mana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Nih, kayaknya ini punyamu.” Chris memberikan syal itu padaku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Kenapa bisa ada di kamu?” aku masih menatap Chris bertanya-tanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Jelas kan, kamu ninggalin syalmu di mobilku. Waktu kamu mabuk itu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Tapi kamu nggak pernah bilang sebelumnya!” wajahku memerah, malu. Jadi Chris juga melihatku mabuk. Jadi dia tahu aku sudah mencium kakaknya. “Terus buat apa kamu pura-pura nggak tahu atas apa yang terjadi sama aku dan Andrew di Bali?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chris diam sejenak. “Sebenarnya aku pengen kamu tahu sendiri Carly, tapi kayaknya nggak ada gunanya lagi nutup-nutupin sekarang. Aku nggak mau kamu ngejauhin aku gara-gara Andrew.” Chris menggenggam tanganku. Aku menariknya cepat. Chris menggenggam lagi. Kencang. Sudah mengantisipasi apabila aku menariknya lagi. Aku masih tidak mengerti apa maksudnya. Chris menatapku dalam dan mengambil ancang-ancang untuk menciumku. Aku tidak kuasa menghindar, seakan aku sudah terpaku pada daya tariknya. Aku memejamkan mataku dan mengikuti kemana bibirnya menuntunku. Ciuman itu hangat dan penuh hasrat. Aku membalas seluruh lumatannya. Chris memeluk tubuhku kencang. Chris menarikku ke ranjangnya, dan posisi kami masih sama, masih berciuman dengan irama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Stop. Stop it.” &lt;/i&gt;Akhirnya aku berhasil menguasai diri, kembali ke dunia nyata. Ciuman itu membuat seluruh wajahku panas, jantungku berdegup kencang, dan perutku bergejolak. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chris memandangku tersenyum. Badannya masih berada di atasku. “&lt;i&gt;Do you remember something?” &lt;/i&gt;tanyanya penuh senyum kemenangan. Aku masih menatapnya. Dia mulai menciumiku lagi, dan aku, membalas ciumannya lagi. Oh Tuhan, kapan kami bisa bicara. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oke, Chris. Cukup.” kali ini aku benar-benar mendorong tubuh Chris dan aku menjauhkan diri dari dekapan Chris. “&lt;i&gt;This is serious. &lt;/i&gt;Inget apa? Aku nggak inget apa-apa!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly, kamu nih lambat banget sih. Masa aku harus nawarin bibirku buat kamu cium lagi?” Chris masih tertawa senang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I’m serious. You have to tell me right now!” &lt;/i&gt;aku mulai tidak sabar, tapi masih berusaha mengingat-ingat apa yang aku tidak ingat. Tapi nihil, aku tidak berhasil mengingat apapun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly, kamu nggak pernah mencium Andrew. Oke pernah, tadi di lift. Coba Andrew nggak mabuk, udah aku pukul dia.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Jangan ngalihin pembicaraan. Terus siapa yang aku cium? Kamu?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chris tersenyum kembali. Oke, kayaknya pertanyaanku barusan tepat sasaran. Chris menaikkan alisnya, masih tersenyum kepadaku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chris? &lt;i&gt;Was it? With you?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Yes. It was me. And after that, my whole life was full of you.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku mau marah, tapi tidak bisa. Jadi selama ini semuanya masih kebodohanku. Selama ini Andrew nggak pernah mengatakan apapun karena memang gak terjadi apa-apa di antara kita malam itu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Waktu itu, kamu membalas ciumanku ya?” tanyaku malu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Uhuh, &lt;i&gt;just like this.” &lt;/i&gt;Chris mencium aku lagi. Kali ini aku membiarkannya bergerilya. Bibir hangat Chris menyapu bibirku. “Jangan sampai kamu mabuk lagi ya, Carly.” katanya di sela-sela ciuman panas kami. Kami pun tertawa. Semuanya terasa masuk akal, perhatian Chris dan pengejarannya selama ini ternyata memang dimulai dari malam itu. Malam tak terlupakan akibat &lt;i&gt;champagne. ©&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ-BCRBUEvI/AAAAAAAABh4/gP8QaDgoB8s/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="66" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ-BDZgNi9I/AAAAAAAABh8/kCVVlt4TOho/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-8459094145141032874?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8459094145141032874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=8459094145141032874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8459094145141032874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/8459094145141032874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-4.html' title='Champagne Girl (Part 4)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ-BDZgNi9I/AAAAAAAABh8/kCVVlt4TOho/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-4341977636482922025</id><published>2010-09-26T23:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:52:11.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champagne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short story'/><title type='text'>Champagne Girl (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hampir jam makan siang. Aku berbisik-bisik dengan Lauren yang duduk di hadapanku. “&lt;i&gt;We need to talk. There’s something weird. And it will be me and you only this time, okay?” &lt;/i&gt;Kami makan siang dan bercakap-cakap seputar satu topik, Chris. &lt;i&gt;Of course, who else?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“ &lt;i&gt;Are you tired of taking me home, Lau?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;What? No, of course not.” &lt;/i&gt;Lauren tertawa. Dia pikir aku lagi bercanda ya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“Terus kenapa setiap hari harus Chris yang ada di sana?!” Lauren masih tertawa lagi dan kali ini lebih kencang. &lt;i&gt;”Hah! I know it was you!” &lt;/i&gt;Aku menendang kaki Lauren di bawah meja makan. Kali ini dia memaksakan diri untuk berhenti tertawa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Sorry, honey. It’s just Chris’s request.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Yeah, but why?! &lt;/i&gt;Kenapa dia harus melakukan hal seperti itu sama aku? Kenapa dia nggak berhenti ngejar aku? &lt;i&gt;And now picking me up everyday? It’s just too much, Lau.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“He likes you. Simple.” &lt;/i&gt;Lauren tersenyum dan kali ini lebih serius. “Carly, aku kenal Chris sangat baik. &lt;i&gt;He’s a good guy. You’ll like him too.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I like him. But hell no I will love him. He’s way younger than me!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Lauren tertawa lagi. “Tapi kelakuannya &lt;i&gt;gentle &lt;/i&gt;banget kan, &lt;i&gt;admit it. &lt;/i&gt;Paling nggak dia tidak kekanak-kanakan sedikitpun dan sangat bertanggung jawab.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Tapi aku nggak bisa berhubungan sama orang yang berhubungan dekat sama Andrew. Nggak mungkin aku menampakkan diri di hadapannya.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Oh, forget it. He never talked about it. Maybe he didn’t remember anything.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I wish.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’m serious. I tell you, &lt;/i&gt;selama ini semuanya adalah permintaan Chris. Dia memohon sama aku untuk ngasih tahu detail tentang kamu, Carl. Aku nggak bisa nolak. &lt;i&gt;Yeah, I’m helping him to get you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“Sinting.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Pertimbangin lah, Carl. Gak ada yang salah dengan umurnya. Cuma beda dua tahun juga kan sama kamu. &lt;i&gt;Not a big deal lah.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku keluar ke pintu utama. Kosong. Tidak ada seringaian wajah Chris yang menungguku. Tidak pernah terjadi sebelumnya dan dia juga tidak mengabariku apapun. &lt;i&gt;No calls, no BBM. &lt;/i&gt;Aku mengetik pesan singkat untuknya tapi tidak ada tanda pesan itu terbaca. Lauren menawarkan diri mengantarku pulang, tapi aku menolaknya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chris, hallo?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Uhm, hei, Carly.” Chris menggumam di seberang telepon. Suaranya tidak jelas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chris, &lt;i&gt;you hear me? Where are you?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“Aku di rumah, Carly. &lt;i&gt;I just had a lil’ accident.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“What?! Are you okay?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Yeah, uhm i mean, i’m sleepy. &lt;/i&gt;Pengaruh obat bius tadi. Jadi aku ketiduran setelah pulang dari rumah sakit.” Chris terdiam. Aku juga terdiam. “&lt;i&gt;Oh, crap!” &lt;/i&gt;Chris memekik. “&lt;i&gt;I forgot to pick you! Carly, sorry.” &lt;/i&gt;Nadanya memohon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Shut up, Chris! Think about yourself! I can ride a taxi! Idiot!” &lt;/i&gt;Aku marah dan menutup telepon. Tunggu, kenapa aku harus marah? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku mencegat taksi dan berjalan menuju apartemen. Tiba-tiba aku mengkhawatirkan keadaan Chris. Aneh, tapi aku cemas dengan kondisinya sekarang. Tanpa pikir panjang aku menyuruh taksi itu memutar arah ke apartemen Chris. Cukup jauh dari apartemenku. Semoga aku tidak bertemu Andrew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku menekan bel di depan pintu kamar apartemen Chris. Cukup lama sampai akhirnya Chris membuka pintu. Tangan kirinya digips. Beberapa luka di dahi dan kakinya. Aku agak kaget melihat keadaannya. Ternyata cukup parah walaupun masih bisa berjalan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly?” Chris sama kagetnya melihatku. Kami saling menatap, “Masuklah” lanjutnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;You okay?” &lt;/i&gt;Chris mengangguk. Dalam sekejap aku langsung memeluknya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Sorry, aku nggak bisa jemput kamu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku melepaskan pelukanku dan mulai meracau, “&lt;i&gt;You idiot! Look at your condition! &lt;/i&gt;Kenapa yang kamu pikirin malah jemput aku sih?!” teriakku setengah marah. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kali ini dia yang meraihku dan memelukku. “Aku nggak apa-apa. &lt;i&gt;I’m good.” &lt;/i&gt;katanya sambil membelai-belai kepalaku. Aku memeluknya semakin erat. “Uhm, Carly, tanganku...”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku melepaskannya, “Ooops, sorry...” Kami pun tertawa bersama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Kamu butuh makan, Chris. Ada sesuatu disini atau kamu mau &lt;i&gt;delivery?” &lt;/i&gt;tanyaku sambil membuka lemari-lemari di dapur.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Cuma ada mie instan sama telur. Bikinin buat aku yah?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku menghela nafas dan tersenyum kecil. “Oke, tapi bikinnya tiga bungkus yah? Buat berdua.” kataku meringis. Aku kelaparan juga.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chris tertawa terbahak-bahak. “&lt;i&gt;Everything, Carly. &lt;/i&gt;Aku suka selera makanmu.&lt;i&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jadi Chris mengalami kecelakaan waktu mau berangkat ke kampus. Ngebut dengan motor balapnya, sungguh cerdas. Kepala agak terbentur, tangan kiri retak, dan kaki penuh luka. Kami menghabiskan malam itu dengan berbincang-bincang. Percakapan ringan namun cerdas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chris, udah malam. Aku harus balik.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;No, &lt;/i&gt;aku nggak akan membiarkan kamu pulang sendiri. Tunggu Andrew bentar lagi pulang, biar dia nganterin kamu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku terkejut. “Nggak bisa, aku harus pulang sekarang. &lt;i&gt;Bye, Chris.&lt;/i&gt;” Aku meluncur keluar dari apartemen itu. Aku tidak bisa membayangkan bila aku harus bertemu Andrew. Aku mencari cara supaya aku tidak bertemu Andrew. Aku menjauhi pintu utama masuk ke kawasan apartemen. Berjalan sejauh mungkin sampai akhirnya menemukan taksi. Aku pulang, kelelahan. Lelah karena pikiran. Pikiran pertemuan dengan Andrew kembali. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ponselku berbunyi singkat, nada BBM. Pesan dari Chris.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for today :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kubalas pesan singkat itu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your welcome. Take care. Dont forget to take your medicines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BBm kembali berbunyi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, ma’am. Hati-hati Carly. Good night. I’m full with your noodles and ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;And??? &lt;/b&gt;Aku membalas pesan itu, singkat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your presence. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku tidak membalas pesan itu lagi. Tapi seharusnya Chris tahu kalau aku sudah membaca balasannya. Sepertinya aku sudah melakukan hal di luar kendali dengan datang ke apartemennya, dan memeluknya. Dua kali! Tunggu, sekali, yang kedua itu kan dia yang memelukku! Dasar Chris, mengambil kesempatan dalam kesempitan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bel pintu apartemenku berbunyi. Berkali-kali. Kubuka pintu dan kulihat Chris berdiri di ambang pintu. Tampan dengan setelan jasnya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I told you to come at 11, dude.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Yeah, but I don’t wanna be late. And I just can’t wait to see you.” &lt;/i&gt;Chris menjawab ringan, sambil tersenyum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Diam di sini dan biarkan aku bersiap-siap. &lt;i&gt;Make yourself like home.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jadi kali ini aku mengenakan gaun berwarna cream yang jatuh di atas lutut, dengan potongan dada agak rendah, dan sentuhan perhiasan di atasnya. Cantik. Kubiarkan rambut panjangku terurai lurus. Kukenakan &lt;i&gt;makeup &lt;/i&gt;tipis dan &lt;i&gt;lipstick &lt;/i&gt;berwarna &lt;i&gt;nude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I’m ready. Let’s go!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chris terpana menatapku. &lt;i&gt;“Wow, beautiful, as usual.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kami tiba di Quarkey Restaurant, tempat acara pertunangan ini diadakan. Tidak terlalu banyak tamu, sepertinya memang hanya dikhususkan bagi keluarga dan teman-teman dekat. Aku memeluk Lauren dan mengecup pipinya. Kemudian Ron, memeluknya. Kemudian di sebelah Ron kulihat ada Andrew. Aku kaget, begitu pula dirinya. Andrew sendiri. Tidak ada Ally di sekitarnya. Kulihat berkeliling dan tidak ada Ally dimanapun. Andrew tampak menggoda, seperti biasa. Setelan jas rapinya tetap menempel pada badan tegapnya, pria yang sempurna. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carl, aku ambilin minum yah?” suara Chris membuyarkan seluruh lamunanku. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kualihkan tatapan dari wajah Andrew. Sepertinya semua orang sadar bahwa aku dan Andrew saling bertatapan tanpa suara, lama. Akhirnya setelah dapat menguasai diri, aku pergi ke tempat minuman bersama Chris. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Udah berapa lama kamu nggak ketemu Andrew?” tanya Chris memulai pembicaraan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Lama, sejak aku keluar dari Maxcom.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Kenapa kamu selalu menghindar dari Andrew sih?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;You know Chris, i don’t want to talk about it now.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku melihat Andrew berjalan ke arah kami, masih sendiri. Aku meyakinkan diri untuk tidak tampak bodoh di hadapannya. Dan tidak salah bicara.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly, &lt;i&gt;you look great.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Thanks. You too, Andrew. &lt;/i&gt;Uhm, maksudku Pak.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Andrew tertawa. Masih dengan senyumnya yang super memikat itu. Dan setiap kali kulihat bibirnya, yang kuingat adalah seluruh kejadian memalukan di malam itu. “Jangan panggil Pak. &lt;i&gt;I’m not your boss anymore.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku tersenyum. Berarti aku boleh menjalin hubungan dengannya dong, secara dia bukan lagi bosku. Ah, pikiran bodoh apa lagi ini? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Jadi, Chris udah berhasil mendapatkanmu?” tanya Andrew tiba-tiba. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku menatap Chris, tajam. Kutatap Andrew dan kulihat wajahnya menunggu jawabanku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Shut up, Drew.” &lt;/i&gt;Chris menyenggol lengan Andrew. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mereka saling tertawa dan mulai melempar cela-celaan. Aku ikut tertawa namun pikiranku sedang menelaah arti perkataan Andrew. Jadi, Andrew selama ini tahu kalau Chris mengejarku. Aku pasti tampak sangat memalukan di depan Andrew, setelah menciumnya aku jalan dengan adiknya. Ini tidak boleh terjadi. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ96N9B_-0I/AAAAAAAABhw/HQox6nLL0Ww/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="56" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ96OrfhXDI/AAAAAAAABh0/xinSmAdwsmw/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="73" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-4341977636482922025?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4341977636482922025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=4341977636482922025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4341977636482922025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/4341977636482922025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-3.html' title='Champagne Girl (Part 3)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ96OrfhXDI/AAAAAAAABh0/xinSmAdwsmw/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-2213763615500806111</id><published>2010-09-26T12:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:49:11.842+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champagne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short story'/><title type='text'>Champagne Girl (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aku mulai bersikap aneh di depan Pak Andrew. Aku tidak nyaman dengan semuanya. Aku merasa malu dan bodoh. Aku harus mengambil tindakan. Aku tidak bisa seperti ini terus. Walaupun Pak Andrew tidak pernah membahasnya juga, tapi mungkin juga ini untuk menjaga hubungan kami. Aku sudah mengambil keputusan, aku akan mengundurkan diri. Pak Andrew mempertanyakan pengunduran diriku yang tiba-tiba itu, tentu saja aku sudah memikirkan jawaban dari alasan pengunduruan diriku ini sebelumnya. Semua sudah kuatur. Aku berkata bahwa aku ingin mencoba kesempatan lain dan belajar di bidang lain. Pak Andrew mengatakan bahwa dia bisa menaikkan posisiku, asal aku tidak keluar dari perusahaan. Dia benar-benar menahan diriku di perusahaan. Tapi tidak bisa, keputusanku sudah bulat. Aku akan keluar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku masuk ke perusahaan manufaktur dan menjadi seorang &lt;i&gt;advertising manager. &lt;/i&gt;Masih berhubungan dengan &lt;i&gt;advertising &lt;/i&gt;dan memang tidak bisa jauh-jauh dari Pak Andrew. Percayakah kalau di perusahaan ini aku bertemu dengan sepupu Pak Andrew? Teman sekantorku, yang bahkan duduknya di depan mejaku persis. &lt;i&gt;Thank God she is a woman. &lt;/i&gt;Lauren adalah pribadi yang sangat hangat dan menarik. Umurnya setahun lebih tua dari aku, tapi kami sangat mirip dalam beberapa hal. Kami langsung menjadi akrab hanya dalam hitungan minggu semenjak aku bekerja di sini. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nah, kalian pasti bertanya-tanya kan jawaban apa yang aku berikan sebagai alasanku meninggalkan Maxcom. Masih menggunakan jurus bicara Pak Andrew, aku meyakinkan perusahaan ini kalau aku ingin lebih mendalami soal &lt;i&gt;advertising &lt;/i&gt;bukan hanya sebagai marketing dari perusahaan &lt;i&gt;advertising &lt;/i&gt;saja. Aku ingin terjun langsung ke dalam prosesnya dari awal sampai akhir. Aku percaya semua ilmuku di Maxcom akan sangat bermanfaat. &lt;i&gt;Voila! They liked me so much. &lt;/i&gt;Apalagi aku jebolan dari Maxcom Enterprise dan mantan didikan dari Pak Andrew Bintoro. &lt;i&gt;Hell to the yeah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Teleponku bergetar-getar. Aku terbangun. Oh, Lauren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly! Pasti kamu belum bangun!” teriaknya di telepon. Tidak ada kata-kata dariku, hanya menggumam. “&lt;i&gt;Hey! Wake up! I’ll pick you in an hour!” &lt;/i&gt;teriaknya sekali lagi. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Are you crazy?! What time is it?!” &lt;/i&gt;teriakku gak kalah heboh. Aku paling benci ketika hari Sabtuku yang sangat berharga diganggu oleh telepon-telepon di pagi hari. &lt;i&gt;I really need sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“This is 11 o’clock for God’s sake! And you promised to accompany me to Barry’s Closet!” &lt;/i&gt;Aku terkesiap dan terbangun dalam sekejap. Masih mengerjap-ngerjap dan menggosok-gosok mata. “Carly!!” Lauren berteriak lagi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oke, oke. Lauren, &lt;i&gt;I hear you, honey. &lt;/i&gt;Sekarang tutup teleponnya, aku siap-siap dulu, oke? Muach..” Kututup telepon sebelum mendengar Lauren berkicau lebih kencang lagi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tampaknya semalam aku bermimpi lagi. Soal ciuman itu. Dalam mimpi ini aku melihat Andrew membalas ciumanku, dia melumat bibirku dengan lembut. Mimpi yang membawaku terbang ke awan, namun menjatuhkanku dengan sangat keras di dunia nyata. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kami meluncur ke Barry’s Closet, toko kebaya tempat desainer bernama Barry. Barry orang Indonesia yang sekolah mode di Perancis. &lt;i&gt;Of course, a gay. &lt;/i&gt;Lauren mencoba kebaya-kebaya itu dan meminta pendapatku. Dia membutuhkan kebaya itu untuk acara pertunangannya dengan Ron, pacar tujuh tahunnya. Hebat. Rekor pacaranku aja baru satu setengah tahun, apa yang mereka lakukan selama tujuh tahun?! Semua kebaya tampak cantik dikenakan Lauren, tapi pilihanku jatuh pada kebaya berwarna salem dengan potongan dada rendah dan &lt;i&gt;cutting &lt;/i&gt;yang sempurna untuk bentuk tubuh Lauren. Lauren menyetujui saranku dan dia melakukan &lt;i&gt;fitting &lt;/i&gt;untuk kebaya itu. Setelah itu kami meluncur ke mal untuk makan siang sekaligus janjian bertemu Ron. Ron berprofesi sebagai seorang dokter yang umurnya setahun lebih tua dari Lauren. Ia berpenampilan lebih tua daripada yang seharusnya. Tapi tampak sangat serasi dengan Lauren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Hey, Chris!”&lt;/i&gt; Lauren memeluk pria di hadapannya. “&lt;i&gt;Carly, this is Chris. Chris, Carly.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Hello,” &lt;/i&gt;kataku menjabat tangan Chris. Wajah yang tidak asing. “&lt;i&gt;Have we ever met before?” &lt;/i&gt;tanyaku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Yep, di Bali. Aku adiknya Andrew.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, jangan Andrew lagi &lt;i&gt;please. &lt;/i&gt;Lauren melihat perubahan pada wajahku dan mengedipkan matanya padaku. &lt;i&gt;Yeah, she knows about everything, the trip, the kiss, everything. &lt;/i&gt;Chris tampak lebih tampan dari terakhir kali aku melihatnya. Penampilannya kali ini lebih santai. Ternyata dia masih kuliah tingkat akhir dan sedang menyelesaikan tugas akhirnya. Dan tinggal di apartemen yang sama dengan Andrew, kamar yang sama. Chris orang yang sangat energik dan supel, mudah mencairkan suasana. Tidak ada masalah ketika harus berbicara atau jalan dengan orang-orang dengan usia yang lebih tua darinya. Chris meminta pin Blackberry Messenger-ku dan nomor ponselku. Dia sedang mendekatiku atau aku cuma kege-eran? Karena pendekatan langsungnya di hari pertama dia bertemu denganku ini benar-benar sangat kentara. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Setiap aku pergi dengan Lauren, selalu ada Chris. &lt;i&gt;He’s like stalking me or something. &lt;/i&gt;Dia juga selalu BBM dan telepon aku, sampai aku agak capek menanggepinya. &lt;i&gt;Well, &lt;/i&gt;Chris memang sangat asyik diajak bicara, cuma aku jadi sedikit mempertanyakan motifnya mendekatiku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku baru saja menyelesaikan pekerjaanku di kantor. Hampir setiap hari aku terjebak di kantor sampai jam 6. Kantor masih belum memberikanku mobil karena umur kerjaku yang masih baru. Aku terpaksa selalu merepotkan Lauren karena arah rumahnya melewati apartemenku. Tapi hari ini aku agak lebih lembur dari biasanya dan tidak mungkin aku membiarkan Lauren menungguku. Aku pun menyuruhnya untuk pulang duluan. Kantor sudah sangat sepi, tinggal beberapa &lt;i&gt;office boy &lt;/i&gt;dan &lt;i&gt;security &lt;/i&gt;yang berjaga. Aku keluar dari lift dan berjalan ke pintu utama. Dan yang kulihat adalah sosok Chris yang sedang bersandar di pilar. Aku menganga dan dia tertawa melihatku. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;What the hell are you doing here?!” &lt;/i&gt;tanyaku kaget. Jujur saja aku kaget melihat sosoknya di depanku. Di kantorku. Oke, jadi setelah dia mengikutiku pergi setiap &lt;i&gt;weekend, &lt;/i&gt;sekarang dia mulai berani merambah ke kantorku. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I’m picking you up, Carly. &lt;/i&gt;Lauren bilang kamu lembur dan gak akan ada yang nganter kamu pulang. &lt;i&gt;So yeah, here I am.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“But i didn’t tell her to do that!” &lt;/i&gt;Aku akan mencekik Lauren, kataku dalam hati. “&lt;i&gt;And you don’t need to do this, Chris,”&lt;/i&gt; lanjutku kembali, berusaha memusatkan perhatian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;Aku memaksa,” kata Chris tegas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku berpikir, dan menimbang-nimbang. &lt;i&gt;“Well, okay,” &lt;/i&gt;kataku akhirnya. Aku melihat Chris tertawa lega. &lt;i&gt;“Can we eat first? I’m starving.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Everything, Carly.” &lt;/i&gt;Chris meraih pundakku dan membimbingku berjalan menuju mobilnya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sejak hari itu, Chris selalu menampakkan diri di kantor setiap malam. Dia tahu jadwal pulang kantorku dan setiap aku keluar dari pintu utama, selalu sudah ada sosoknya berdiri di hadapanku. &lt;i&gt;Yeah, it’s Lauren. I’ll kill her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ95g-sCQVI/AAAAAAAABho/QmUu9XxD5fU/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="61" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ95hnWg3qI/AAAAAAAABhs/bIx_KTZXDiw/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-2213763615500806111?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2213763615500806111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=2213763615500806111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2213763615500806111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/2213763615500806111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-2.html' title='Champagne Girl (Part 2)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ95hnWg3qI/AAAAAAAABhs/bIx_KTZXDiw/s72-c/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6587493731040747727</id><published>2010-09-25T23:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:47:15.724+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champagne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short story'/><title type='text'>Champagne Girl (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gak pernah aku bayangkan sebelomnya bahwa seluruh karirku di Maxcom Enterprise ini akan berakhir akibat kebodohanku yang super duper bodoh. Dua tahun terhebat dalam hidupku berakhir karena satu malam bodoh. &lt;i&gt;Can’t even meet him anymore. My boss. I kissed him. In a bar. Damn, &lt;/i&gt;seharusnya aku nggak ngambil &lt;i&gt;champagne&lt;/i&gt; bodoh itu! &lt;i&gt;I got drunk and it all happened! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly, &lt;i&gt;be ready to our trip”, &lt;/i&gt;Pak Andrew mengatakan hal itu padaku di sela-sela makan siang kami bersama &lt;i&gt;staff &lt;/i&gt;lainnya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Uhm, &lt;i&gt;trip &lt;/i&gt;apa Pak?” kataku penuh tanda tanya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;We’re going to Bali tomorrow. Sorry, &lt;/i&gt;mendadak. Tapi kita harus menangin &lt;i&gt;tender &lt;/i&gt;besok. Kamu harus tampil &lt;i&gt;impressive, as usual.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku tersedak. Oke, bosku emang agak-agak sakit jiwa ya? Kita akan ke Bali, besok, berdua. Dan aku baru dikasih tahu beberapa jam sebelum keberangkatan?! Dan apa yang ada di pikirannya? Berdua?! &lt;i&gt;Okay, &lt;/i&gt;jangan salah pikir. &lt;i&gt;I have no intention to chase my boss, he’s great though, but he’s engaged already. &lt;/i&gt;Sampai kapanpun gak pernah ada di otakku untuk berbuat yang aneh-aneh sama Pak Andrew, &lt;i&gt;not even a flirt. Well, &lt;/i&gt;memang ga bisa dipungkiri kalau Pak Andrew punya daya tarik tersendiri, semua wanita di kantor pun mengakuinya. Penampilannya, pembawaannya, segalanya membuat dia kelihatan &lt;i&gt;charming. Yeah, Mr. Charming, &lt;/i&gt;mata kami terpaku kemanapun dia bergerak. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bali!! Rasanya sudah lama aku nggak pergi berlibur. &lt;i&gt;This is gonna be fun! I finish my job, and I have a little escape!&lt;/i&gt; Kami tinggal di hotel berbintang di Ubud. Tempat yang indah dan fasilitas yang menyenangkan. Tiba di Bali kami langsung bekerja, melakukan sedikit &lt;i&gt;research &lt;/i&gt;pada perusahaan yang menjadi target kami. Kemudian aku melatih presentasi yang akan aku sampaikan semalaman. Perusahaan di Bali ini, perusahaan ekspor-impor dengan komoditi dan profit yang cukup besar, akan sangat menguntungkan bagi perusahaan kami apabila dapat bekerja sama dengan mereka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bangun pagi-pagi di hari kedua, menyiapkan penampilan se-oke mungkin. &lt;i&gt;Okay, i’m ready with the presentation. &lt;/i&gt;Presentasi ini tujuannya adalah untuk meyakinkan klien bahwa perusahaan kami adalah perusahaan yang paling tepat untuk diajak bekerja sama, aku menjelaskan cara kerja kami selama ini dan perusahaan mana saja yang telah bekerja sama dengan kami. &lt;i&gt;Impressive, my performance was outstanding. &lt;/i&gt;Pak Andrew senyum terhadapku dan mengacungkan jempolnya untukku setelah aku selesai presentasi. Aku tertawa, merasa tersanjung. &lt;i&gt;Okay, &lt;/i&gt;aku emang anak emas Pak Andrew, semua orang di kantor pun tahu. Aku yang akan dibiarkan untuk memegang &lt;i&gt;tender-tender &lt;/i&gt;dengan perusahaan besar. Sebelumnya, Maxcom Enterprise adalah perusahaan &lt;i&gt;advertising&lt;/i&gt; yang cukup terkenal di Jakarta dengan seluruh cerita-cerita hebat di baliknya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day after, everything is just perfect. &lt;/i&gt;Aku menghabiskan seluruh siang hariku dengan &lt;i&gt;spa &lt;/i&gt;di hotel. Rasanya sudah lama sekali tidak memanjakan diri seperti ini. Ponselku berdering-dering menandakan adanya SMS masuk. Pak Andrew, &lt;i&gt;wow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carly, mau join saya jalan-jalan? -A.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pak Andrew mengajakku jalan-jalan? &lt;i&gt;Well, why not? Maybe it’s time to talk about my promotion. &lt;/i&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oke, Pak. Jam berapa saya harus siap? -Carly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pukul enam malam Pak Andrew mengetuk pintu kamarku. Aku mengamati lagi penampilanku di cermin. Tidak ada yang salah, semua terlihat pas. Aku memakai celana jeans &lt;i&gt;skinny-&lt;/i&gt;ku, dan atasan sedikit &lt;i&gt;loose. &lt;/i&gt;Kuikatkan sebuah syal di leherku. Kubuka pintu dan kulihat Pak Andrew di depanku dengan senyumnya yang menawan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Udah siap?” Pak Andrew memakai celana panjang jeans yang sangat jarang kulihat. Masih dengan sepatu vantovelnya, tapi kali ini dia memakai kaos berleher V dan jas yang semi formal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Yes, sir.” &lt;/i&gt;Kututup pintu kamarku dan kami melangkah keluar. Ternyata kami tidak pergi berdua, kami pergi dengan adik Pak Andrew yang kebetulan lagi liburan di Bali juga. Cowok, dengan jarak umur yang cukup jauh dengan Pak Andrew, dia 21 tahun dan Pak Andrew 30 tahun. Chris namanya. Cukup tampan walau tidak setampan Pak Andrew, dan cukup matang untuk anak seusianya. Kami pergi makan malam di Jimbaran, kemudian berjalan-jalan di sekitaran Kuta dan menghabiskan malam di bar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly, penampilan kamu kemarin luar biasa hebat.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Thanks, &lt;/i&gt;Pak. Berkat ilmu dari Bapak juga kan?” kami tertawa bersama-sama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I buy you a champagne, allright?” &lt;/i&gt;Aku adalah tipe orang yang nggak bisa minum. Tapi kalau cuma segelas &lt;i&gt;champagne &lt;/i&gt;seharusnya nggak akan kenapa-kenapa kan? Singkat cerita, kami pun bercerita dan tertawa bersama-sama. Membicarakan kehidupan di kantor yang tidak ada habisnya. Dan &lt;i&gt;champagne &lt;/i&gt;yang seharusnya hanya segelas itu menjadi bergelas-gelas. Musik di bar pun sangat mendukung suasana romantis yang terjadi. &lt;i&gt;Wait, romantic? Did I just say that?! It must be something wrong with my head. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Wanna dance?” &lt;/i&gt;Pak Andrew mengulurkan tangannya. Kepalaku sudah cukup pusing, tapi aku masih bisa melihat wajah rupawan Pak Andrew di tengah keremang-remangan ini. Kusambut tangan Pak Andrew. Hangat. Siapapun tunangan Pak Andrew, Ally atau siapa itu namanya, pasti sangat beruntung mendapatkan pria seperti Pak Andrew. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kukalungkan tanganku di leher Pak Andrew, dan Pak Andrew memegang pinggangku. Kami sangat dekat. Seharusnya semua menjadi lebih romantis, tapi &lt;i&gt;champagne &lt;/i&gt;idiot itu membuatku meracau gak jelas. Bodohnya hal yang aku bicarakan adalah orang yang keberadaanya hanya beberapa sentimeter di depanku, entah aku sadar atau tidak. Aku mulai meracau tentang bagaimana pengaruhnya di kantor, khususnya bagi wanita. Bagaimana kami terpukau dengan pembawaannya. Aku bisa melihat Pak Andrew tertawa di hadapanku. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly, kamu mulai mabuk. Lebih baik kita pulang sekarang.” Pak Andrew membisikkan kata-kata itu di telingaku. Aku terkesiap, aku merinding. &lt;i&gt;Next time i know, &lt;/i&gt;bibirku sudah mendarat di bibirnya. Dan entah mengapa aku tidak kuasa melepasnya. Pak Andrew memegang pipiku dan menarik wajahku. Memanggil namaku, dan sepertinya tidak kujawab karena aku sudah semakin ngelantur. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku membuka mataku. Kepalaku berat. Perutku mual dan lapar. &lt;i&gt;Oh shit, what time is it?! &lt;/i&gt;Aku terkesiap kaget melihat jam menunjukkan angka 11. Penerbanganku pukul 3 dan aku belum siap-siap sama sekali. Aku bergegas ke kamar mandi dan terkaget-kaget melihat pantulanku di cermin. Oke, ini mengerikan, rambutku sangat berantakan. Aku sudah tidak memakai syal. Oke, dimana syal itu? Syal yang sama sekali tidak menutup diriku dari dinginnya angin malam, syal bodoh. Kucari-cari syal itu kesana kemari dan tetap tidak menemukannya. Kuputuskan untuk melupakan syal itu dan segera membersihkan diri. Berendam di &lt;i&gt;bathtub &lt;/i&gt;dan mulai menyatukan potongan-potongan kejadian semalam. Aku tidak ingat seutuhnya, tapi aku yakin sekali aku menciumnya. &lt;i&gt;Crap! &lt;/i&gt;Dan aku muntah, bener nggak? &lt;i&gt;Oh my God, &lt;/i&gt;ini benar-benar memalukan. Gara-gara &lt;i&gt;champagne &lt;/i&gt;sialan itu! Nggak seharusnya aku coba-coba menenggaknya, satu gelas pun nggak! Aku mulai kebingungan mencari cara untuk tidak bertingkah lebih bodoh lagi. Aku harus pura-pura lupa. Padahal nanti aku akan berada di pesawat bersama Pak Andrew! Oh Tuhan, apa yang harus aku lakukan? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kami berada di pesawat, berdua. Aku diam, aku benar-benar tidak bisa berkutik. Wajahku menunduk membaca buku. Aku tidak bisa menatap wajah Pak Andrew yang sedang tidur. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Carly...” Pak Andrew mengganggu lamunanku. &lt;i&gt;Of course, i’m not really reading the book. &lt;/i&gt;Aku masih berusaha memikirkan arah pembicaraanku. Haruskah aku menyinggung soal semalam? Aku menengok ke arah Pak Andrew. “Seharusnya kamu bilang sama saya kalau kamu nggak bisa minum,” Pak Andrew melanjutkan kata-katanya. &lt;i&gt;Crap, &lt;/i&gt;ini dia. Topik ini yang sudah kutunggu-tunggu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Maaf, Pak. Maaf kalau saya semalam merepotkan Bapak.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Nggak, Carly. Semalam sangat menyenangkan. Nggak nyangka bakal ngelihat kamu mabuk.” Pak Andrew tersenyum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Apa? Menyenangkan? Apa Pak Andrew nggak tahu aku mau mati memikirkan tentang kejadian semalam?! Menyenangkan dari mana?! Tapi Pak Andrew nggak menyinggung apa-apa soal ciuman itu. Apa Pak Andrew juga menikmatinya? Ah, pikiran bodoh apa ini? &lt;i&gt;Carly, he’s not available! Go find another man!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ95DyQ5CmI/AAAAAAAABhg/LabIrDyiCNk/s1600-h/san%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="53" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ95Es1pxUI/AAAAAAAABhk/vgWvz-evtY8/san_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6587493731040747727?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6587493731040747727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6587493731040747727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6587493731040747727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6587493731040747727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/champagne-girl-part-1.html' title='Champagne Girl (Part 1)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJ95Es1pxUI/AAAAAAAABhk/vgWvz-evtY8/s72-c/san_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6562940721099670100</id><published>2010-09-24T16:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:27:22.133+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virginity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price'/><title type='text'>How much does the price for virginity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello!! Back with some life lessons! :) Looks like everyone loves what i wrote about &lt;a href="http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/chinese-culture-good-or-bad.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese cultures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; huh? Dont forget that i was already providing the english translation, since i saw people outside Indonesia viewed that page, i believe they didnt understand at all. Hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;My topic this time is about virginity. Yeah, again about pro and contra. These days, lots of people know about sex, pratically do it with their couple or maybe just a one night stand. And when i talk about sex, it means sex before marriage, not a legal one. Well, i’m not judging that sex before marriage is bad, or whoever has done it is bad, it’s up to you guys. Whether u wanna do it or not, it’s your right and it’s you who’s gonna take all the consequences. Sex is great, I agree! But what if they did sex because something forced them?? Is it still great??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, how much does the price for virginity? Some people are still respecting the virginity and they’re willing to pay high for it. I mean in the prostitution world. Woman who’s still virgin will get a very high price. Virginity is a very precious thing, yes. And maybe that’s why some people who feel stuck in one condition, they aren’t thinking further. They sell their virginity to get some money. Is it wrong? Well, i dont know. It must be their condition that force them to do it. And once again because virginity costs a very high price.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;One day i had a very interesting yet scary conversation with some guys, high quality players considering their ‘player’ records. They are wow in all these women things! Lots of history, really. I should say thanks to them so i get more knowledge about how jerk is a man. Haha.. Not every man, but i think the majority. Well, let’s call this guy : X, and the girl : Y. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a real story, again. X is someone who’s really experienced about women, any kind of women. Sex is a part of him. One day he spent his afternoon in front of computer, joining a chat forum with dirty nickname, “Guy who needs sex”. Suddenly a girl, Y, called him. She offered her virginity for 6 million rupiah. She promised that she was still a virgin, never had sex before, and that she would be bleeding when they had sex. This smart-ass guy then said yes, with one condition, that she must be bleeding when they had sex,. Later X went to Y’s place and they had sex. Y was bleeding but she didnt know, and X had cleaned everything from his P and her V. The sex was over, X gave his empty ATM card to her and his secret code to take the money. X went home. This girl never knew before that she had just been fooled, she went to ATM and found that no money inside that account. She texted X and called X, but X didnt respond it. End of story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty amazing story, huh? This X guy is totally fucking lucky jerk, right? Hahahaha.. And this pityful Y girl is really poor, she didnt get something, besides she just lose everything. I was like, “&lt;em&gt;what kind of idiot is she?” &lt;/em&gt;If i was the girl, i’d like to asked the money first, at least half of it. Had sex and asked for the other half. Well, just reminding all of you girls, dont try to sell your virginity, dont ever think about it. Or if you have a very urgent condition, think smart. Dont ever be a fool, because what u’ll loose is everything. I feel really sorry for this girl though. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxvXruxzrI/AAAAAAAABhY/m7QQTsoHub0/s1600-h/san5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="73" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxvYa77fPI/AAAAAAAABhc/j5bwDslpNb4/san_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-6562940721099670100?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6562940721099670100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=6562940721099670100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6562940721099670100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/6562940721099670100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-much-does-price-for-virginity.html' title='How much does the price for virginity?'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxvYa77fPI/AAAAAAAABhc/j5bwDslpNb4/s72-c/san_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-3999454238014872622</id><published>2010-09-24T02:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:31:37.363+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food Journal : FoodFezt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjSxsF94I/AAAAAAAABgY/C-rTHa-M1NI/s1600-h/IMG00216-20100923-2124%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00216-20100923-2124" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="303" alt="IMG00216-20100923-2124" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjTzQ8gUI/AAAAAAAABgc/RkEbQhhcmsU/IMG00216-20100923-2124_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Foodfezt is a dining place, where u can find lots of tenant there.. They provide food with so many variances. U can find international food like steak, special food using mushroom, makassar’s special food, and traditional food like bakmi jawa, magelangan, and also Indonesian food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The place is quite cozy cos it’s semi outdoor, and there’s also live music and free hotspot. The price range is standard. But the taste is sucks. It’s not worth to pay a standard rate for a below standard food! I recognized yesterday that they had just increasing the price, since they changed their menu list. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjU3i8d3I/AAAAAAAABgg/OvW4JfyGhG8/s1600-h/IMG00224-20100923-2137%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00224-20100923-2137" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG00224-20100923-2137" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjVys_5yI/AAAAAAAABgk/1kBvRrrKhP4/IMG00224-20100923-2137_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjWjm7StI/AAAAAAAABgo/v4Qgs3q6s-M/s1600-h/IMG00229-20100923-2142%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00229-20100923-2142" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG00229-20100923-2142" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjXl22u6I/AAAAAAAABgs/96nTT9JAmwA/IMG00229-20100923-2142_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjYZxQLxI/AAAAAAAABgw/Qlk1Vizww7A/s1600-h/IMG00230-20100923-2142%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00230-20100923-2142" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG00230-20100923-2142" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjZQnxmlI/AAAAAAAABg0/7-8NchqapAg/IMG00230-20100923-2142_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjaUsm_YI/AAAAAAAABg4/oZ24hmdkUZI/s1600-h/IMG00231-20100923-2143%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00231-20100923-2143" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG00231-20100923-2143" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjbSZg5jI/AAAAAAAABg8/peFQ9O7VKQQ/IMG00231-20100923-2143_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I didnt get my dinner yesterday (I’m on diet ;p) but i ordered Go Chocolate. It’s a chocolate waffer, with chocolate ice cream, koko crunch, and chocolate pudding. Price is 11K. I wasnt satisfied, because the fact that&amp;#160; i can get a very delicious chocomelt with 12K. This Go Chocolate, didnt taste really suck, but just standard. I remember i ever ate magelangan in Foodfezt, tasted like crap! i even prefer magelangan in burjo near my friend’s place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjcXkp8UI/AAAAAAAABhA/3Xphw-u6qAk/s1600-h/IMG00219-20100923-2125%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00219-20100923-2125" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="367" alt="IMG00219-20100923-2125" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjdfn652I/AAAAAAAABhE/BZ29m8zAPwk/IMG00219-20100923-2125_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The worst thing happened to my friend who ordered fish steak. She chose the single fish steak with mashed potato. Cost 18K i guess. But what she got was a super duper small fish steak with mini mashed potato. hahaha, crap! She tweeted me that she was hungry again by the night. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjefTpb6I/AAAAAAAABhI/46hekcwrvFM/s1600-h/IMG00220-20100923-2129%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00220-20100923-2129" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="293" alt="IMG00220-20100923-2129" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjfQyQQpI/AAAAAAAABhM/M_0CZDKplYg/IMG00220-20100923-2129_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, u can get a delivery service by calling : &lt;strong&gt;0274-554554. &lt;/strong&gt;Food fezt is in : &lt;strong&gt;Jl. Kaliurang KM 5,5 Yogyakarta. &lt;/strong&gt;And if you are a foursquare freak, they have a lil interesting thing like foursquare privilege. If u’re the mayor of Foodfezt, u’ll get a free drink. Kinda unique!! That’s all my review, think again to visit this place! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjgKawd_I/AAAAAAAABhQ/qWWuwHCjP3g/s1600-h/san%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="73" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjg8bVGjI/AAAAAAAABhU/HHn4-UJNfLk/san_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-3999454238014872622?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3999454238014872622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=3999454238014872622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3999454238014872622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/3999454238014872622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-journal-foodfezt.html' title='Food Journal : FoodFezt'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJxjTzQ8gUI/AAAAAAAABgc/RkEbQhhcmsU/s72-c/IMG00216-20100923-2124_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-1416703638806038026</id><published>2010-09-19T23:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:44:47.545+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>Chinese Culture, Good or Bad???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just had a random conversation with a girl.. And this is really interesting.. I will use Indonesian for this post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Semua orang tahu, bahwa yg namanya orang Chinese kebanyakan harus punya pasangan hidup orang Chinese lagi.. Apalagi mereka yang masi punya ortu Chinese yang sangat mempertahankan budaya Cina. &lt;em&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;, hal ini banyak banget terjadi di Central Java alias daerah2 sekitar Jawa Tengah dan DIY. Yah, Jogja, Magelang, Solo, Semarang, dan kota2 kecil d dalam kawasan Jawa Tengah. Jadi jangan heran kalo ketika orang Cina Jawa Tengah menikah, pasti pasangannya kebanyakan sekitaran Jawa Tengah juga. Yogya-Solo lah, Yogya Magelang lah, Semarang-Purwokerto, udah berasa kayak jalur bus aja. LOL. Rasanya ini udah jadi kebudayaan, dan mereka hanya hidup di lingkungan sekitar mereka. Ibarat ga punya hidup di dunia luar gitu, hidupnya lempeng2 aja disana. Apalagi mereka-mereka yang berwiraswasta. Hal ini cukup berbeda dengan orang Cina di Jakarta yang menurutku berpandangan lebih terbuka (according to my sister’s story). Khususnya orang-orang yg hidup di dunia kerja dan bertemu orang2 dari segala jenis suku, etnis, agama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Di Yogya, gak perlu heran kalo si Om A bertanya sama kita, “Kamu anaknya siapa? Ortumu kerja apa?” atau “Oh, kamu anaknya si B toh..” Kayaknya orang2 Cina satu Jogja udah kenal satu sama lain dan sangat memperhatikan reputasi orang tua kita. Padahal &lt;em&gt;hellooo??? &lt;/em&gt;Ngefek gitu ya orang tua kita siapa? Males banget apa-apa bawa-bawa orang tua. Kita ya harus dinilai dari diri kita sendiri, apa &lt;em&gt;achievement&lt;/em&gt; yg udah kita capai. Kita jadi hebat ya karena usaha dan kerja keras kita sendiri, bukan pengaruh nama orang tua. Dan kalo kita hebat, itu berarti kita punya orang tua yg hebat juga, karena mereka bisa bikin anaknya jadi orang hebat. Kasian banget anak-anak yang ditentang hubungan pernikahannya cuma karena orang tua mereka ga cocok satu sama lain, ortu A menganggap reputasi ortu B jelek. &lt;em&gt;Well, nothing else i can say… Just open your mind people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mungkin ajaran-ajaran seperti ini yang kemudian ditangkap mentah-mentah oleh anak-anak seumuranku. Yah remaja dan para muda-muda yang udah mulai memikirkan cinta. Orang tua akan sangat mewanti-wanti apabila anak mereka punya pasangan, ditanyain asal usul pasangannya, dlsb. Dan sekali lagi entah kebetulan atau enggak, kebanyakan lingkup pergaulan orang-orang Cina Jogja ya cuma sekitaran Jawa Tengah lagi! Mungkin karena banyaknya orang-orang luar Jogja yang pd menuntut ilmu ke Jogja kali ya, sebagai kota terdekat yang punya universitas swasta bereputasi cukup baik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pergaulan orang-orang Cina di Jogja yah bisa dibilang sama aja dengan kebanyakan kota laen. Mereka nongkrong, dugem, karoke, &lt;em&gt;join &lt;/em&gt;klub mobil, hura-hura, nge-&lt;em&gt;wine, &lt;/em&gt;apa aja deh. Khususnya pria-pria berduit yang mengandalkan uang mereka buat dapetin cewek-cewek bohai. Dari sini banyak juga loh cerita-cerita tentang wanita simpenan. Gak usah menutup mata, tau sendiri anggota klub mobil di Jogja pasti secara fisik sangat gak oke, tapi mereka bisa bawa cewek-cewek bodi model dengan &lt;em&gt;full makeup &lt;/em&gt;dan&lt;em&gt; high heels. And yeah, &lt;/em&gt;jelas aja itu semua dibiayai oleh para pria itu, &lt;em&gt;shopping, salon, spa, eat. What could u expect anymore? Living your life like a princess, party everyday. &lt;/em&gt;Hal ini menimbulkan pro dan kontra sendiri buat aku. Di satu sisi, kayaknya enak banget hidup kayak gitu, gak usah mikirin apa-apa, duit bukan masalah, semua yg kamu mau bisa kamu dapetin, kecuali… pacar yg &lt;em&gt;good looking. &lt;/em&gt;LOL. Tapi di sisi lain mereka patut juga dikasihani, sekali lagi karena mereka ga punya &lt;em&gt;achievement &lt;/em&gt;apapun. Masi inget donk &lt;em&gt;Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, &lt;/em&gt;dimana &lt;em&gt;self-actualization &lt;/em&gt;mereka??? Apa yang mereka cita-citakan, apakah sudah tercapai? Apa mereka cukup puas cuma dengan party dan hura-hura setiap saat? &lt;em&gt;If yes, then they are so shallow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ada satu kisah nyata yang bikin aku sangat geleng-geleng, entah karena mendengar ada cewek segila itu, atau karena denger ada cowok sebodoh itu. Si cowok, bisa dibilang sudah lumayan berumur, sudah bekerja, cukup kaya, dengan fisik yang pas-pasan. Si cewek, sudah lulus kuliah, tidak bekerja, penampilan modis, barang-barang bermerek (entah berasal dari mana aja, dan entah asli ato palsu), kondisi keluarga berkecukupan. Reputasi si cewek udah lumayan terkenal sebagai cewek yang super borjuis, dalam segala hal. Tiba-tiba kedua orang ini bertemu dan si cowok mulai mengejar si cewek. Cowok yang super kaya ini kerja di luar kota (deket sih), dan setiap hari pulang ke kota ini buat menemui si cewek. Mereka hampir setiap hari dinner bareng di tempat yang super mahal, dengan pesenan yg slalu sangat mahal. Infonya untuk makan sama cewek ini si cowok selalu habis sekitar 600ribu. Dan lebih parahnya si cewek ga mau makan di tempat laen. Setiap akhir minggu si cewek selalu harus belanja, dan tentunya dengan uang si cowok. Ini sih pasti udah sering denger ya. Yang paling yahud dan luar biasa adalah si cewek minta dibeliin cincin seharga puluhan juta dan si cowok mengabulkannya, padahal faktanya adalah mereka nggak akan menikah, bahkan pacaran aja nggak!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ngedengerin cerita ini yang bisa aku katakan cuma, “Ada ya orang yg hidupnya kayak gitu?” Ini lebih hebat dan lebih berandai-andai daripada sinetron sekalipun.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, no judging. I’m also a Chinese woman. I’m just telling my mind, my version. Maybe because i live in this modern era and not really aware or influenced by those Chinese cultures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, &lt;/em&gt;kenyataan ini tidak berlaku untuk semua orang Cina di Jogja yap, cuma &lt;em&gt;sample &lt;/em&gt;dari beberapa komunitas. &lt;em&gt;Thanks for reading!! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, i’m providing the translation!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So, everybody knows, that most of Chinese people must have Chinese partner for their couples. Specially them, whose parents keep the existence of the old and strict Chinese cultures till this modern day. &lt;em&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;, this thing often happens in Central Java, like Jogja, Magelang, Solo, Semarang, and the other towns inside Central Java. So dont be amazed when u find that Jogja-Chinese will have a marriage with Solo-Chinese, or maybe Yogya-Magelang. Looks like a bus route. LOL. It feels like this becomes our culture, and they only live in their environment, Chinese environment. And they are not open their mind to another things outside their boundaries, specially the Chinese entrepreneurs, who build their kingdom in Jogja. This is kinda different with the Chinese people who live in Jakarta (according to my sister’s story). They’re just more open minded, specially those who work in a company, maybe because they work in a multicultural environment, they meet with lots of people from different race, religion, region.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;In Yogya, u will often hear someone ask u, &lt;em&gt;“Who’s your parents? What they do for life?”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; Look like Chinese in Jogja knows each other, well beside the fact that Jogja is a small city. And these people are really considering their reputation each other, our parents’ reputation. Oh please, &lt;em&gt;hellooo??? &lt;/em&gt;Is it matter so much who is our parents? I’m so pissed everytime people bring our parents to judge us. We should be judged by ourselves, our value, what we can achieve, not our parents! We become great because what we did, our efforts, not because a parent’s name. And if we become great, that means that we have a great parent also, because they can make their child big!Well, but sometimes parent’s name still considered sufficient. Anyway, it’s really sad for people who cant get married just because any oppositions by the parents. Parents dont click each other, or maybe the reputation is lower than the other. U know, something like that. &lt;em&gt;Well, nothing else i can say… Just open your mind people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe these kind of doctrines that young people’s accepted. Specially anything relates to love. Parents will be really aware with their child’s spouse, like the origin of him/her, parents, job, everything. And when they find something wrong, they will not let the relationship continue. Believe me! I already knew many cases of that. And once again, coincidence or not, the young people in Jogja will live in the same circle with their parents, same environment, around Central Java. Maybe influenced by so many people that come to Jogja, to continue their study in university, as a nearest city which has many eligible universities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;About the lifestyle of young people in Jogja, just like another city. They hanging out, clubbing, going to karaoke, joining a car community, etc. Specially rich guy who can easily gets sexy chick from his money. Many stories about mistress and affair too!! No need to fake it or keep it silent, average members of car community have a so-so look, not okay at all physically. But they can have a beautiful gf easily, sexy with a model body, and of course&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;full of makeup plus high heels. And yeah, &lt;/em&gt;it’s really obvious that the guy pays for all of it, &lt;em&gt;shopping, salon, spa, eat. What could u expect anymore? Living your life like a princess, party everyday. &lt;/em&gt;This thing builds a pro and contra for me. At one side, i think it’s really nice to have a life like that, u dont need to worry about money, u can have everything u want, except…a &lt;em&gt;good looking boyfriend perhaps? &lt;/em&gt;LOL. But at the other side, i feel pity for her, because once she doesnt have any achievements. If u remember about &lt;em&gt;Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, &lt;/em&gt;where’s her &lt;em&gt;self-actualization&lt;/em&gt;??? What they dream, what they really wanna do, has it happened yet? Are they satisfied enough by all of those parties, how they look? &lt;em&gt;If yes, then they are so shallow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;There’s one real story that i’ve just heard. And it was really confused me, amazed me. I dont know whether the girl is kinda crazy or the guy that’s so so stupid. The guy, quite old, have a job, physical look under average. The girl, graduated from university, not working, fashionable enough, full of branded items (dont know if it’s real or fake), and comes from rich enough family. The girl is quite famous because of her reputation as a bourgeois girl, in everything. Suddenly they met each other and the guy had feeling to the girl and decided to chase her. This guy works outside the town (quite near actually) and that’s where he lives, and comes to town almost everyday to meet the girl. They have dinner in a fancy restaurant with extremely expensive menus. The info said the guy spends his money about 600K to dinner, for one dinner and it happens almost everyday. And the worse thing is the girl refuses to eat at another place. The girl has to go shopping every weekend, that’s not really surprising right. The most surpising thing was the girl ever asked about a ring that costs million rupiah. She asked the guy to buy it for her, and surprisingly he did it! He did it! I meant, they arent married yet, and they aren’t in relationship either!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was like, &lt;em&gt;what?!? How can be a man as stupid as him? How can be a life like that?! It’s drama, it’s more than a drama! This is just too imaginative to imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, no judging. I’m also a Chinese woman. I’m just telling my mind, my version. Maybe because i live in this modern era and not really aware or influenced by those Chinese cultures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, &lt;/em&gt;this fact doesn’t apply to every Chinese in Jogja, it’s only a sample from some communities. &lt;em&gt;Thanks for reading!! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY6N-P6lzI/AAAAAAAABfw/JRpIOkNL0TA/s1600-h/san%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="57" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY6O3vJ4_I/AAAAAAAABf0/sYnNOBXWBIg/san_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-1416703638806038026?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1416703638806038026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=1416703638806038026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1416703638806038026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/1416703638806038026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/chinese-culture-good-or-bad.html' title='Chinese Culture, Good or Bad???'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY6O3vJ4_I/AAAAAAAABf0/sYnNOBXWBIg/s72-c/san_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-7725755698942348543</id><published>2010-09-16T04:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:41:18.178+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophie kinsella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>Baru aja melahap 2 novel.. One from Indonesia by Silvia blablabla (forgot the last name) and the other is translation novel by Sophie Kinsella (u know,the author of Confession of Shoppaholic). &lt;p&gt;Novel pertama yg dari Indo itu judulnya The Infamous terbitan Gagas Media. The cover is pretty cool, very attracting. The summary behind the book is interesting too, made me curious at the first time. But then, don't be so surprise when the whole book doesn't match at all with the summary. Sama sekali ga ada cerita di summary yg ada di isi buku itu. Yang jelas kebaca di summary dan emank bener ada di dalem buku adalah pasti si tokoh ini banyak mengalami kesialan sama cowok. Buku yg notabene harusnya jd chicklit lebih brasa jadi teenlit buat aku. Alur ceritanya kurang luar biasa. Well,biarpun gaya ceritanya agak mirip novel2 luar. Dan btw, editor bukunya kurang teliti, masi ada kalimat inggris dengan grammar salah (bahkan aku yg grammarnya ga sempurna aja tau kalo itu salah) dan beberapa tulisan yg typoo. Kalo ada yg bikin buku itu menarik ya pasti karena mereka liat cover dan baca summary di belakang buku. Taruhan mereka pasti kecewa baca isinya.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, buku kedua yg karangan Sophie Kinsella berjudul Twenties Girl alias gadis taun 20-an. Tapi disini indonesian title nya jadi Gadis Charleston. Fyi, charleston itu jenis musik di taun 20an. Well, summary belakangnya buat aku biasa aja. Interesting but flat. Well mungkin karena dia Sophie Kinsella, jadi kita penasaran sama buku2nya. Yah, faktor nama yg udah membahana ;) Tapi begitu baca dalemnya, really2 enjoy it. The beginning of the story was quite boring,to be honest. But then I couldn't stop reading it. I slept at 4 am for 3 nights, only because read this book! Cool, huh? I bet u're curious right now. It's a brilliant story though, and I wish someone would make the movie version. It's gonna be very interesting!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, It's not my intention to compare Indonesian book and international book. It was just a coincidence that these 2 books really2 different, in opposite way! Haha.. But that Twenties Girl is really2 recommended to read!! Specially for they who have nothin to do, just like me :( and it's been so long since I haven't read any novels again.. And kinda miss writing too, but I don't have any ideas, yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay,lemme sleep now.. Tally-hoo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo..&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my AXIS Worry Free BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-7725755698942348543?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7725755698942348543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=7725755698942348543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7725755698942348543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/7725755698942348543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-191438352901636623</id><published>2010-09-15T20:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:18:02.934+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english subtitle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Give My First Love To You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boku No Hatsukoi Wo Kimi Ni Sasagu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch'/><title type='text'>I Give My First Love To You (English sub)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJDHhFKtd9I/AAAAAAAABfo/cXCcKbeVvnQ/s1600-h/Boku_no_hatsukoi_wo_kimi_ni_sasagu_poster%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Boku_no_hatsukoi_wo_kimi_ni_sasagu_poster" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="454" alt="Boku_no_hatsukoi_wo_kimi_ni_sasagu_poster" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJDHiE0kTwI/AAAAAAAABfs/cQdas9-k6DU/Boku_no_hatsukoi_wo_kimi_ni_sasagu_poster_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The movie i’ve been searchin for is finally found!! Ohh, thanks to this movie so today isnt so boring.. Hahaha.. So yeah, it’s a Japanese movie, taken from a manga with same title, named &lt;strong&gt;Boku No Hatsukoi Wo Kimi Ni Sasagu&lt;/strong&gt;, which is &lt;em&gt;I Give My First Love To You&lt;/em&gt; in english. And the best part is i found it in english subtitle. I found in YouTube also but mostly with no text, and the other was in Spanish. So when i found this one, i couldnt wait to share it! So i’ll give the link to watch it online!! Yeay! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/ia-2w9l5_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/ib-2w9l3_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/ic-2w9kn_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/id-2w9kh_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/ie-2w9lf_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/if-2w9kz_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/ig-2w9ln_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/video/ih-2w9mz_2vuqv_.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary (with no spoiler ;p ) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;Takuma and Mayu's story began when they were only 8 years old. During his childhood, Takuma was constantly hospitalised due to his heart condition. He soon became friends with Mayu, the daughter of the doctor in charge of his case. Day by day they grew closer and closer. However, the summer when Takuma was 8, he made a promise to Mayu that he couldn't keep... Their story unfolds as they grow older and their bond gets stronger...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;I love this movie!! I love the manga also! This is sad, romantic, perfect. And the chemistry between the main casts is really deep. Love love it!! Well, enjoy!! and please tell me if u can download it :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJDGUvkC0NI/AAAAAAAABfg/OcFoEYyYN0w/s1600-h/san%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="75" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJDGV5nSf7I/AAAAAAAABfk/mrrsa24es0E/san_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-191438352901636623?l=chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/191438352901636623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665710418271069360&amp;postID=191438352901636623&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/191438352901636623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665710418271069360/posts/default/191438352901636623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolateslullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-give-my-first-love-to-you-english-sub.html' title='I Give My First Love To You (English sub)'/><author><name>Susan Yoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441213839966481909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJY7Mj0-HKI/AAAAAAAABf4/LppVzHpIREs/S220/P1010129_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TJDHiE0kTwI/AAAAAAAABfs/cQdas9-k6DU/s72-c/Boku_no_hatsukoi_wo_kimi_ni_sasagu_poster_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665710418271069360.post-6922705293974303717</id><published>2010-09-14T00:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:51:28.527+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogjakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>Food Journal : Cafe Coklat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yup, Coklat (&lt;em&gt;means chocolate in English) &lt;/em&gt;is a homy cafe that offers so many kind of chocolates. U can get so many choices of drinks, cakes, desserts, and even a snacks like Pocky and Kinder Bueno. The best thing in Coklat is the comfort place and interior. They also offer free hotspot here.&amp;#160; But this cafe usually really crowded at night. So sometimes u wont get any seat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The best menu that i’ve ever tried here is &lt;em&gt;Our Recipe&lt;/em&gt;. It’s like a chocolate cake with chocolate sauce and strawberries inside the cake. It’s so damn delicious. But if u dont really like sweets, do not order it. I was a lil bit disappointed when i ordered &lt;em&gt;Choco Volcano &lt;/em&gt;coz i thought it was like chocomelt. The fact is it was totally different with chocomelt, no melted chocolate inside, and tasted weird fyi. I forgot the name of my favorite drink but it must be chocolate also :) The cakes here taste really good too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The most important thing is the affordable price. Lovely place to date or hangout with friends and of course a heaven for chocolate’s lover, like me!! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cafe Coklat is in : Jalan Cik Ditiro No. 16 Yogyakarta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kbPNeTQI/AAAAAAAABew/JYzOJf7exwk/s1600-h/x2_1a826f7%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="x2_1a826f7" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="306" alt="x2_1a826f7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kcX4Xk-I/AAAAAAAABe0/44o8AQcRqdQ/x2_1a826f7_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kdY17gwI/AAAAAAAABe4/kFFU_mYKCSI/s1600-h/x2_1a8268f%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="x2_1a8268f" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="307" alt="x2_1a8268f" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kea0fp8I/AAAAAAAABe8/vX27xr78sqc/x2_1a8268f_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kfjcBUiI/AAAAAAAABfA/v3DJyU9ioJE/s1600-h/x2_1a8265d%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="x2_1a8265d" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="309" alt="x2_1a8265d" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kg3C60XI/AAAAAAAABfE/_Mn6TepUH2I/x2_1a8265d_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kh30lNbI/AAAAAAAABfI/9dH-JkcHs58/s1600-h/x2_1a825f9%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="x2_1a825f9" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="309" alt="x2_1a825f9" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kjcOTD5I/AAAAAAAABfM/UKYt2Z6ZtXo/x2_1a825f9_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kkXwLFNI/AAAAAAAABfQ/NOkt01E9oIk/s1600-h/x2_1a825b3%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="x2_1a825b3" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="311" alt="x2_1a825b3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5klTYonLI/AAAAAAAABfU/lQ_atSEI2Vw/x2_1a825b3_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5kmbGFeRI/AAAAAAAABfY/Aw_ZIVyYJS4/s1600-h/san%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="57" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oxo1BR5R8jc/TI5knk13fgI/AAAAAAAABfc/G_EkXiY_YK4/san_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665710418271069360-69227052939
