<?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-8871649915774441894</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:29:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aziza Nabila's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-4690462725165470657</id><published>2009-06-13T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:12:07.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell means sampai jumpa BUKAN selamat tinggal</title><content type='html'>Title post ini gue dapet inspirasi dari Naad. Naad, akhirnya farewell kita alhamdulillah sukses!!!!!!! Naad tuh bener2 partner di segala kesibukan farewell. sumpah tanpa Naad tuh gue sama sekali blank, bingung sama apa yang harus gue kerjain.. Naaad i &lt;3 u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SjRcSw3b9yI/AAAAAAAAACo/AmYP5MLExsE/s1600-h/naad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SjRcSw3b9yI/AAAAAAAAACo/AmYP5MLExsE/s200/naad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347000135020443426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhh, avx, farewell udah selesai. tapi bukan berarti kita gak ketemu lagi. bukan berarti lo dan gue gak bisa main2 lagi. gila aja lu! tanpa lo semua gak ada tuh yang seru2 buat diajak gila bareng.... lo musti tau pas farewell kemaren, ngeliat video farewell gue NANGIS. huaaaaaa gila banget deh. kalo udah ngomongin lo semua, gue speechless karena sumpah gak ada kata2 yang bisa menggambarkan perasaan gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue beruntung, bangga, menjadi salah satu bagian dari Averla Sixeras. gue mohon, jangan sombong2 lo semua sama gue.. walaupun akhirnya kita jadi jauh (Mudah2an aja ini gak akan terjadi), tapi yaaaa sms lah sekalisekali. kalo jalan, telfon lah. kalo ada cerita, chat lah atau lebih bagus telfon. hahaha gue sayanggggggggggggggggggggggggg bgt sama lo semua... ini gue serius.. lo semua bener2 gue sayang btgtbgtbgtbgtbgtbgt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-4690462725165470657?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4690462725165470657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=4690462725165470657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4690462725165470657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4690462725165470657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/farewell-means-sampai-jumpa-bukan.html' title='Farewell means sampai jumpa BUKAN selamat tinggal'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SjRcSw3b9yI/AAAAAAAAACo/AmYP5MLExsE/s72-c/naad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-5616675722061074244</id><published>2009-06-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:51:53.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ketololan masa muda (3)</title><content type='html'>Hana Kamilia adalah sepupu yang sekaligus playmate gue dari masa kecil. Dari mulai mandi bugil di garasi (yang alhasil orang2 dengan manstap melihat keelokan tubuh ini - halah!), sampe nguburin harta karun di pasir taman sebelah dan yang paling sering kita lakukan adalah main masak-masakan. kala itu masak-masakan paling praktis mainnya. petik daun di taman depan rumah, ambil batu, lalu tuangkan air ke atas daun, terakhir diuleklah daun tersebut! jadi deh menu of the day! ketika dulu semua begitu lepas, begitu nikmaaat. dan sampai sekarang, hana kamilia tetap menjadi sepupu di sebelah rumah yang kalau gue gak ada makanan, bisalah curi2 makanan sedikit.. heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hana punya bapak yang biasa dipanggil Ayah. Sudah tradisi (halah) di keluarga dari ibu gue bahwa kalau panggilan anak ke bapaknya boleh ditiru sama sepupu-sepupunya sendiri. ngerti kan? jadi gue memanggil bapak dari Hana ini dengan sebutan Ayah. sama halnya dengan sepupu2 gue yang lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah adalah seorang yang pendiam, kalem, namun gue yakin pasti beliau memiliki hal-hal yang tak terduga. sampai suatu hari, gue main ke rumah hana yang notabene di sebelah rumah gue. kebetulan, lagi pada bersih2. Alhasil, gue mengambil pengki dan menyapu rumah hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gue sedang asyik menyapu...)&lt;br /&gt;Ayah : "Eh Nabila. Nyapu toh."&lt;br /&gt;Nabila : "E-e-eh iya, Yah."&lt;br /&gt;Ayah : "Pantatnya dinaikin dong, Bil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah? Pantat? Duh maksudnya apaan nih?, batin gue. dan sebagai reaksi, gue menaikkan pantat gue supaya lebih nungging!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah : "Loh, Nabila kok naikin pantatnya! Bukan pantat kamu yang dinaikin, tapi pantat pengki!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-o-o-o-o!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Malu Mode On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-5616675722061074244?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5616675722061074244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=5616675722061074244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/5616675722061074244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/5616675722061074244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/ketololan-masa-muda-3.html' title='ketololan masa muda (3)'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-8339552817375459647</id><published>2009-06-02T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:37:17.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ketololan masa muda (2)</title><content type='html'>Saudara gue, Hana Kamilia berkata seperti ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana : "Tau gak sih bil... dulu si Uda pernah ngomong gini.." (anyway before going up to the story, Uda adalah panggilan untuk abang dari bahasa Padang)&lt;br /&gt;Nabila : "Ngomong apaan han?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kembali ke masa lalu ketika zaman SD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uda : "Dek dek, liat itu kan dek si tukang siomay itu?"&lt;br /&gt;Hana : "Iya, Da. Emang kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Uda : "Dia bikin siomay nya pake celana dalem loh!"&lt;br /&gt;Hana : "Hah! Apaan sih Uda boong ah."&lt;br /&gt;Uda : "Yee dia mah serius han pake celana dalem. Masa enggak sih! Hadoh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kala itu Hana membayangkan bahwa si Abang2 tukang siomay nya membuat adonan siomay menggunakan celana dalem! E buset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo si abang2 kagak pake celana dalem bikinnya, ya lebih serem kali! Iiiiih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-8339552817375459647?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8339552817375459647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=8339552817375459647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8339552817375459647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8339552817375459647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/ketololan-masa-muda-2.html' title='ketololan masa muda (2)'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-3187227040364657492</id><published>2009-05-15T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:42:43.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ketololan masa muda (1)</title><content type='html'>lo tau kan si cut vania syarira. yaaa bagi yang kenal sabar aja ya. karena dia selalu bisa mengocok perut. sintinggggggg gila miring. Thaya menceritakan ini kepada gue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaya (atau seseorang gue lupa) : "Tau gak sih lo senjata yang di pake An****ri untuk nembak Nas**d** itu dibuat di NTT kalo gak salah.."&lt;br /&gt;Seseorang : "Demi apa lo?"&lt;br /&gt;Thaya : "Iya bener suer"&lt;br /&gt;Vania :"Apa-apa? Dia nembaknya dari NTT???!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-3187227040364657492?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3187227040364657492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=3187227040364657492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/3187227040364657492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/3187227040364657492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/05/ketololan-masa-muda-1.html' title='ketololan masa muda (1)'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-902315685326832457</id><published>2009-05-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:20:42.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q&amp;a</title><content type='html'>Q : What's the latest thing you don't wanna talk about?&lt;br /&gt;A : What am i feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;A :First Liar, Second if somebody hide a secret about me , Third Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What makes you not in the mood?&lt;br /&gt;A : If somebody tells me to do that, to do this, like they whom arrange my life. As if!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What do you want to feel?&lt;br /&gt;A : Happy. Of course. Especially in the mood like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What do you want now?&lt;br /&gt;A : Errr.... love? ha-ha and of course delicious meal for letting out the stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;A : If there's no problems, i'd feel happy. Not like now. Family, Friends (especially the best one), Music, Great Books, Food. and after praying i do feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What do you want to hope?&lt;br /&gt;A : I don't want this feeling everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-902315685326832457?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/902315685326832457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=902315685326832457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/902315685326832457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/902315685326832457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/05/q.html' title='q&amp;a'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-3868135295895361803</id><published>2009-05-04T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:07:32.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si model alias Nana</title><content type='html'>orang-orang bilang gue udah kayak pinang dibelah dua kayak dia. Bah! salah besar tuh. Dia jalan udah kayak sok di catwalk, nah gue? udah kayak jalannya tukang bangunan. Dia cita-citanya (ehem) jadi model. nah gue? jadi tukang pijit kali ya? (habis banyak lho yang bilang pijitan gue endaaaanggg..), dia badannya kurus, nah gue g-e-n-d-u-t, dia pantatnya gede, nah gue? hahahah juga gede sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi........ sayangnya perbedaan antara gue dengan sahabat gue ini semakin terlihat karena dia yang notabene gak pernah jadian seumur hidup, JADIAN SAMA ORANG. sementara sahabatnya disini melalang buana tak ada pasangan. hahahahaha, well congrats ya sayang.. love you nan (najisssssssss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-3868135295895361803?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3868135295895361803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=3868135295895361803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/3868135295895361803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/3868135295895361803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-model-alias-nana.html' title='si model alias Nana'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-8579152696636850975</id><published>2009-05-04T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:59:16.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abstract</title><content type='html'>I am talking about honesty here&lt;br /&gt;I trust and you (maybe) trust&lt;br /&gt;But why this feeling becomes bare&lt;br /&gt;After you break the heart and it is now all dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like secrets&lt;br /&gt;And it's simply not only a sight&lt;br /&gt;Well well are you a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;You slam it with only one bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship never ends&lt;br /&gt;You said it before. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-8579152696636850975?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8579152696636850975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=8579152696636850975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8579152696636850975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8579152696636850975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/05/abstract.html' title='abstract'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-7717588264066381189</id><published>2009-05-04T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:52:09.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic</title><content type='html'>hualoh!! alhamdulillah uan udah selesai, kebebasan akhirnya menghampiri gue setelah hampir setahun gue disiksa dengan angka dan tulisan2 yang bejubel. anyway, let's talk about serious thing. beberapa hari yang lalu setelah beberapa lama gue minta diajarin nyetir (hahah) akhirnya gue diajarin nyetir juga. kata kaka sepupu gue, pertama kali diajarin gue udah dapet feel nya gitu deh. hahahaha jadi seneng. dan setiap gue sama kaka sepupu gue itu jalan2, kalo dia nyetir dan misalnya ada motor nyerempet atau apa gitu, gue langsung berkomentar, "aduh kalo gue yang nyetir gimana ya?" tapi bukan itu pembahasan gue kali ini walaupun ada sangkut paut nya sedikit. heheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malem2 waktu hari minggu, gue jalan2 sama keluarga. kebetulan gue mau ke rumah si model yang baru jadian yaitu..... Nana. jalan yang bokap ambil ke rumah dia adalah jalan alternatif, jadi agak kecil dan sempit walaupun bus bisa masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suasana nya tenang-tenang aja tapi langsung berubah pas ada motor nyalip. bokap yang lagi nyetir kontan aja kaget dan banting setir ke kiri. Bokap langsung berkomentar ,"ya Allah ni motor. bener2 deh... hhhh." gue langsung berpikir, ya iya lah bap, tau sendiri kan orang-orang di Indonesia gimana? terutama Jakarta-nya sendiri. kayak baru kenal Jakarta aja. "Tapi mayoritas emang gini sih. kelakuan kayak gini tuh bukan minoritas tapi mayoritas masyarakat kita memang kayak begini. inilah yang musti di ubah." lanjut bokap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue langsung komentar, "aduh kalo gue yang nyetir gimana ya?" dan langsung ditanggapi dengan ketawaan dari kakak sepupu gue.&lt;br /&gt;"ini dia nab. kalo ada yang kayak gini kamu harus sabar. walaupun jelas-jelas dia yang salah, tapi kalo kamu gak sabaran, bisa berabe. ujung-ujungnya kamu juga yang disalahin. dia memang salah, tapi kita lebih salah lagi kalo malah ngeladenin kelakuan mereka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! jelas2 si motor yang salah, kok kita yang di salahin? ironis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-7717588264066381189?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7717588264066381189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=7717588264066381189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/7717588264066381189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/7717588264066381189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/05/ironic.html' title='ironic'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-4791541043448012935</id><published>2009-04-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:26:58.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so.</title><content type='html'>so, tomorrow is Ujian Akhir Nasional :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-4791541043448012935?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4791541043448012935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=4791541043448012935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4791541043448012935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4791541043448012935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title='so.'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-8394026398239309582</id><published>2009-04-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:26:41.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dev patel agaaaaain!</title><content type='html'>so i was searching about dev patel again because i was so in love with him lately. and i saw in some pages in the internet that dev likes Will Smith. and a page show this interview (below) and i said that Dev was so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;it was taken from  &lt;a href="http://www.accesshollywood.com/oscars/dev-patel-and-freida-pinto-on-slumdogs-big-oscar-night-meeting-brad-angelina-and-will-smith_article_14777"&gt;www.accesshollywood.com&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="print_content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;“As you can see, I’m very silent,” Dev said. “I’ll be bouncing off the walls in a second.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When “Slumdog” was announced as the Best Picture winner, Freida said she too was left speechless – almost literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m losing my voice but I still found it somewhere to scream,” she laughed. “We were like, ‘We did it!’ But, the kids coming up on stage was the highlight of the moment. Ah, oh my God!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that “Slumdog” is among the &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://www.accesshollywood.com/oscars"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-winning elite, the stars of the &lt;a class="autolink" href="http://www.accesshollywood.com/movies"&gt;&lt;span&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got to rub elbows with some of Hollywood’s biggest names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Brad and Angie did congratulate us,” Freida said. “And, I think all the kids were really happy that they got to meet them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for Dev, he was able to meet one of acting idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I met Will Smith today! Finally!” Dev said with a giant smile. “Which was a dream for me. So that was surreal. I just sank into my seat and go, ‘Oh my God!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, Will even came looking for the young star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“He came off stage and goes, ‘Where’s Dev? Where’s Dev Patel?’” Dev said of Will. “And I was like, ‘Oh my God! He’s looking for me!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’re equal with Will Smith,” Nancy pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No, not equal. Don’t be silly,” Dev replied. “He’s just showing some appreciation, which is very nice for someone of his caliber.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-8394026398239309582?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8394026398239309582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=8394026398239309582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8394026398239309582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8394026398239309582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/dev-patel-agaaaaain.html' title='dev patel agaaaaain!'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-1786812656934543653</id><published>2009-04-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:12:37.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orang yang laknat</title><content type='html'>orang yang lucknut atau keberuntungan kacang adalah sacha audindra. di blognya tertulis :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"udah kan gak ada yg seru lagi sampe mana ya gak ada yg seru deh......oh iya paling pas keputrian doang. kan gw di angkatan dipanggil cabul...katanya gw cabul padahal enggak HAHAHA oke lanjut, kayaknya cabul gw akan pindah ke nabila....eakekeke ampun nab tp emg iya sumpah ya gw bercanda2 sama nabila pas keput tuh nabila nyambungnya sama....serem2 HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA gak gt jg sih tp intinya gw takut deket nabila. gw blg ke nabila kan "nab gw gak mau deket2 sama lo serem abis serem" terus kata diaaaa "sumpah gw akan bertobatttt udh mau uan woy" huhauha sambil ketawa2 gt kan, eh udh selesai beberapa menit kemudian si nabila kembali serem hahaha smg gak jadi cabul deh ya nabbbb :p:p:p&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah sacha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-1786812656934543653?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1786812656934543653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=1786812656934543653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/1786812656934543653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/1786812656934543653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/orang-yang-laknat.html' title='orang yang laknat'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-1383033242729047453</id><published>2009-04-20T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:13:20.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a dag dig dug duer (daia?)</title><content type='html'>hoi everyone. this is a real thing for me next week really &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NEXT WEEK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;UAN!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;godddddddddd, ya Allah, god almighty may you always gives us bless and healthy smartness, kindhearted, and good behaviour. amin. (i wonder if ms. shelma look at this haha). so folks, bagi2 yaaa doanyaaaaaaa. Aku pasti bisaaaaaaaaa! amiiiiiiiiiin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-1383033242729047453?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1383033242729047453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=1383033242729047453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/1383033242729047453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/1383033242729047453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-dag-dig-dug-duer-daia.html' title='this is a dag dig dug duer (daia?)'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-9033362520252114338</id><published>2009-04-19T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:49:45.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta oh cinta.</title><content type='html'>Buset dari title nya aja lo semua yang baca pasti akan menyangka ini akan menjadi post yang sangat gimanaaaa gitu. yakan yakan? hhhhhhh, cinta itu repot. seorang teman gue, seseorang teman yang sangat gue sayangi berinisal C (hahahaahhaha),  cerita2 sama gue. ternyata apa yang dia rasakan sama seperti apa yang gue rasakan waktu dulu gitu. Apasi apasi apasi? apasi yang gue dan temen gue itu rasakan? Labil. Perasaan labil. Ketika lo suka, bahkan udah sayang dengan seseorang, kadang ada saat2 dimana lo tiba-tiba &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLEP!&lt;/span&gt; gak suka gitu sama dia. Gak ada kriteria atau dasar apapun, tiba-tiba aja gitu. Dan setelah gue sadari, itu bukan cinta, itu cuma karena lo dekat, lo butuh dan lo terbiasa dengan dia sms lo, dia nelfon lo, dan dia adalah makanan sehari-hari lo yang kalo gak ada sms ataupun telfon dari dia lo ngerasa gimana gitu bahkan ngerasa kehilangan. yakan yakan lo juga pernah  ngerasa kayak gue kan? hem hemm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah itu gue move on, gue sadar bahwa dia hanya teman bahkan sahabat. dan ketika itu gue ketemu seseorang. dia seru banget gue suka bgt sifatnya dia he's fun yet cool. tapi malangnya nasib gue, ketika gue udah suka sama dia, dia tiba-tiba pergi dan gak ada kabar. dia jadian sama seseorang tapi yaudahlah. siapa tahu dia bukan yg terbaik buat gue. well well apakah itu karma? gue gak tau. only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue berharap suatu saat suatu saaaat aja gue bisa menemukan seseorang itu. seseorang yang itu loooooh. yang kalo kita ketemu tuh kayak wuwwwwwwww berbunga2, perut lo agak sakit dan kaki lo bergetar. lo seneeeeng bgt ketemu dia sampe lompat2 kalo abis ngomong. yakan? i hope so then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-9033362520252114338?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/9033362520252114338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=9033362520252114338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/9033362520252114338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/9033362520252114338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/cinta-oh-cinta.html' title='Cinta oh cinta.'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-4974220655707245724</id><published>2009-04-18T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:18:10.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dev patel (in my dreams)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SeqlT026UxI/AAAAAAAAACY/PPQDjIvh2e0/s1600-h/dev-patel_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SeqlT026UxI/AAAAAAAAACY/PPQDjIvh2e0/s200/dev-patel_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326251269344088850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SeqleT5PvOI/AAAAAAAAACg/s6pVbNO-SbI/s1600-h/dev-patel-20090225-495192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SeqleT5PvOI/AAAAAAAAACg/s6pVbNO-SbI/s200/dev-patel-20090225-495192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326251449474071778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/Seqk1uIM8oI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZRo8vlrumzg/s1600-h/Dev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/Seqk1uIM8oI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZRo8vlrumzg/s200/Dev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250752141488770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SeqktjUoLLI/AAAAAAAAACA/4P4tp_htROw/s1600-h/dev_patel_20081115_275w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SeqktjUoLLI/AAAAAAAAACA/4P4tp_htROw/s200/dev_patel_20081115_275w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250611801861298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really love slumdog millionaire, especially Dev Patel who act as &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Jamal Malik&lt;/span&gt;. He is gorgeous and cooooooool :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-4974220655707245724?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4974220655707245724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=4974220655707245724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4974220655707245724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4974220655707245724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-dev-patel-in-my-dreams.html' title='my dev patel (in my dreams)'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SeqlT026UxI/AAAAAAAAACY/PPQDjIvh2e0/s72-c/dev-patel_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-5983717103535457682</id><published>2009-04-17T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:28:13.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the K &amp; J which means KJ</title><content type='html'>Good morning. kj or accounting (for the translation) was very very very annoying. i just want to let go of it and don't think about it anymore. doneeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-5983717103535457682?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5983717103535457682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=5983717103535457682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/5983717103535457682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/5983717103535457682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-k-j-which-means-kj.html' title='To the K &amp;amp; J which means KJ'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-8042467495397015163</id><published>2009-01-07T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:07:44.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i thinking right now</title><content type='html'>Hello. It's been a long time since the last time i wrote a story. my life is kinda boring these days. Look, this is the third day i went to school but i only got a lot loooootsa work to do right now. It is sucks. Geez, those teachers sometimes do not think about their student business and feelings. But i know and i consider it cause it is an obligation to me that my last semester in my junior high is a-must-have good score. I feel like i really miss my eight grade. you know, when you're not in stress and when you're like "i got 70? okay, whatsoever i don't think about it." it's like you got 70 and the only thing that you think at that moment is that you don't do the remedy and it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about in this-last-semester-must-have-good-score?&lt;br /&gt;Well  IT IS a real bore when you got 70. the only thing is, that 'what am i suppose to do' so i got 90 for all the test. I really have to prepare for the UN (not United Nations but Ujian Nasional -___-). But, this laziness is pouring down all over my body and my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please, dear friends pray for my successfulness. I'll pray for you too then, folks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-8042467495397015163?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8042467495397015163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=8042467495397015163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8042467495397015163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8042467495397015163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-am-thinking-right-now.html' title='what am i thinking right now'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-8259236561194000878</id><published>2009-01-06T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:51:46.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my school project</title><content type='html'>Hey There! Gue lagi di sekolah dan gue disuruh masukin presentasi gue gitu deeeh. Kalo lo mau masukin presentasi powerpoint lo juga, gue punya step2 nya loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buka File Presentasi lo yang dalam bentuk powerpoint. Trus klik File dan klik Save As Web Page. Abis itu lo dapet file baru gt untuk internet. Klik file nya dan biarin dulu dibuka.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sign In Blog lo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Klik New Post trus tulis kata untuk link ke web page lo. Misalnya kata "halo" buat link nya. Drag kata halo dan klik icon link di bawah title itu lohh! Trus masukin deh URL Web Page lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo lo mau liat presentasi gue klik aja &lt;a href="http://file///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Tamu%20Kehormatan/My%20Documents/UAS-Aziza%20Nabila%20Amani-9C_files/frame.htm"&gt;disini&lt;/a&gt; okaaaaay? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-8259236561194000878?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8259236561194000878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=8259236561194000878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8259236561194000878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/8259236561194000878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-there-gue-lagi-di-sekolah-dan-gue.html' title='my school project'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-2562368657869881415</id><published>2009-01-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:36:17.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>again and again</title><content type='html'>Selamat datang 2009. dimana waktu gue untuk berkutat dengan pelajaran akan kembali. apakah aziza nabila bisa melewatinya? atau malah tidak bisa? only god knows. kita saksikan di pesan-pesan berikutnya! see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-2562368657869881415?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2562368657869881415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=2562368657869881415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/2562368657869881415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/2562368657869881415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/again-and-again.html' title='again and again'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-4215056958398515401</id><published>2008-11-27T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:51:32.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kgn</title><content type='html'>Heyhey post kedua untuk hari ini. gatau kenapa gue jadi pengen nyeritain pengalaman gue kelas 8. pengalaman yang paling gue kenang, gue simpen di otek, gue sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama kelas gue, b-daman. Gatau kenapa nama itu ada buat kita. kayak takdir. emang simpel nama itu dibuat untuk nama kelas. tapi sampe sekarang nama b-daman ini, ngebuat gue pengen meluk mereka satu-satu saking kangennya gue sama mereka. buat gue b-daman adalah setengah jati diri gue. nggak ada mereka, gue nggak ngerti dunia. nggak ada mereka, nggak ada yang namanya rasa kangen yang berlebihan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-daman terkenal dengan kebrutalannya, kenakalannya, kebandelannya, ke-gaksopanan-nya, dan lain lain yang buruk. setelah gue pikir2, inilah kita. kalo ketemu yang ada hanya ide-ide nggak jelas dan nggak penting tapi gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal gue masuk b-daman. gue lah si kambing hitam. gue selalu dikatain selalu dicak-cakin. gue masih inget sampe sekarang gue pernah bilang gini, "Aduh, gue pengen pindah kelas!"&lt;br /&gt;dan mereka yang ngata-ngatain gue malah bilang gini, "sana gih hahahaha". tapi sekarang? karma gue ngomong gitu. gue kalo disuruh milih, gue ga mau kelas 9 dan tetep pengen  di b-daman. bdaman. bdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengalaman cabut ga ketauan, mecahin kaca, nyoret2, nempel2, dan segerombolan ide2 lainnya ada di memori b-daman. Ada satu hal yang bikin kita nyatu. Exasky. Awalnya kita kepecah jadi 2. yang ini main ama yang ini. dan kebetulan keduanya waktu di suruh bikin exasky (red. exasky itu kayak drama atau assembly gitu) punya ide yang beda. Akhirnya yang satu ngalah dan make ide yang satunya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas di latian Exasky ini. ada satu kenangan yang ga bakal gue lupa. waktu itu kita lagi latian. dan kebetulan, Nanacil, salah satu dari kita, bisa 'ngeliat'. kita udah stress kan soalnya kata dia dia ngerasa. tiba-tiba "blep" lampu mati. langsung tanpa ba-bi-bu, kita semua cabuttttttt!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;si smita, lupa ngambil laptopnya. akhirnya kita semua nemenin dia ngambil laptopnya. gila yaaaaaa. gue ngebayanginnya merinding sekaligus ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ngebahas b-daman gak bakal selesai. dan sekarang gue ngantuuuuk bgt.&lt;br /&gt;gue berharap, b-daman ga akan pernah mati ga akan pernah pisah sampe kapanpun&lt;br /&gt;Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-4215056958398515401?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4215056958398515401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=4215056958398515401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4215056958398515401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4215056958398515401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/kgn.html' title='kgn'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-4627831492438348407</id><published>2008-11-27T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:34:41.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pusing tujuh keliling</title><content type='html'>Ah gila deh gue nggak ngerti bener-bener ga ngerti sama perasaan gue. kalo kaya gini mending harus kaya gimana? di satu sisi gue serba salah di satu sisi lagi lebih serba salah. gila deh pala gue mau pecah. besok tes paket 2 lagi. aaaaagh.&lt;br /&gt;Gila hari ini gue ulangan fisika gitu. maghtegh banget soalnya gila. pusing bgt. trus besok ada tes paket 2. kenapa minggu ini setiap hari ada ulangan? waaaaaaaaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-4627831492438348407?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4627831492438348407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=4627831492438348407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4627831492438348407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/4627831492438348407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/pusing-tujuh-keliling.html' title='pusing tujuh keliling'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-7236837972248819191</id><published>2008-11-18T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:05:51.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgila</title><content type='html'>Halo-halo! Gila akhirnya bisa juga ol blog. gue udah pengen cerita2 gitu. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 November 2008, Sunday. Waktu itu hari minggu. gue pagi-pagi dibangunin nyokap gue. katanya disuruh ke rumah eyang gue gitu. katanya eyang gue pengen bgt gue sama ade gue dateng. jadilah langsung saja kami bertiga (nyokap, ade, gue) pergi ke rumah eyang gue. disana gue bak di istana. dibikinin sup krim jagung, makan ayam bakar. top abis! walaupun nyokap gue ada sedikit masalah tapi no probss lah. lalu setelah ke rumah eyang gue, gue pergi ke rumah tante gue. setelah dari rumah tante gue, gue langung brangcut ke mie aceh. gilaaaaaaaa hari makanan banget deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi itu belom intinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, setelah pergi ke rumah eyang dan tante gue. nyokap gue bilang, "ayo nab kita harus buru2. si bu ning kan mau pergi haji. jadi kita harus kesana."&lt;br /&gt;Bu Ning itu guru kelas 1 SD gue. Anaknya Bu Ning itu temen gue yaitu Muhammad Cahya Kurniawan, dipanggil Cahya. Berhubung rumah gue satu komplek sama rumahnya si Cahya, mau ga mau lah gue harus dateng ke sana. cumaaaa, gue yang emg dari awal orangnya males. jadilah tetap males. walaupun nanti di sana ada temen gue.&lt;br /&gt;"ah tidak-tidak mom. males ah. ngantuk"&lt;br /&gt;"kamu nih gimana sih. masa sama guru sendiri ga mau. momi tuh udah di telfon. kan ga enak kalo ga dateng. lagian bentar lagi si Dinda juga mau dateng tuh sama Tante Ade."&lt;br /&gt;Waduh, si Dinda temen SD gue juga dateng pula. ga enak banget kalo gue ga ikut. seeeeeeeet, tiba-tiba Dinda sama Erna (temen sd gue juga) datenglah dengan membawa motor ke depan rumah gue. tidak ada kata penolakan lah ibaratnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiklah gue ke motor. datenglah gue ke rumah si Bu Ning. disana banyaaaaak bgt temen sd gue. sebutlah satu-satu : Dinda, Erna, Cahya, Aris, Aldi, Edo, Putri, Miki, Wastu, Pras, &amp;amp; Yudha. Karena bosen dan tidak tau mau ngapain  akhirnya diputuskan untuk keliling2 komplek menggunakan motor. jadilah gue diboncengin si Putri. Putri jalannya pelaaaaaan bgt. mana ngadet2 gitu. karena tiba-tiba ngadet juga. temen gue, Pras berinisiatif untuk memboncengi gue. Mulailah mengebut-ngebut. Setelah melewati jalan-jalan di komplek , Gang Kancil dan Pekayon, dan masih pengen jalan-jalan juga, kita akhrinya ke jalan Kenanga. Cukup jauhlah dari komplek. dan itu jauh banget jalannya. panjaaaaaaaaaaaang bgt. lama bgt kan  tuh. si Pras malah ngebut-but-but. tapi  bagi gue biasa aja. nah temen gue si Putri bilang gini, "Gila, gue bisa muntah diboncengin Aldi. Gila deh. ngeri gue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh eh gue mau dong diboncengin Aldi." gue menantang maut.&lt;br /&gt;"Yaudah-yaudah, gantian gue ama Pras."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin menjadi dan semakin menggilalah ketika di boncengin Aldi. tidak sesuai dengan target untuk pulang setelah jalan kenanga, eh malah ke Kemang. dasar emang anak bandel dan susah diatur. ckckckck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah ini dia nih. pas di kemang. gue ngebut2an. Tiba-tiba aja, kita ada di posisi yang sulit. Di sebelah kiri ada mobil di kanan juga ada mobil. Deg deg deg. Dag dig dug der. Yang ada dipikiran gue adalah...&lt;br /&gt;'Gila nih. Si Aldi mau nungguin mobilnya dulu atau langsung terobos aja ya? si Aldi kan orang gila. jangan jangan...........'&lt;br /&gt;Dan benar saja saudara, dia langsung menerobos di antara 2 mobil itu. Tiba-tiba.......... "Krek!". O o, Aldi nabrakin spion orang. gue panik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woooooooi Di, Ayo cabuuuuuut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsunglah gue cabut. Untung kagak ada polisi.&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-7236837972248819191?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7236837972248819191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=7236837972248819191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/7236837972248819191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/7236837972248819191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgila.html' title='Nostalgila'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871649915774441894.post-7447610220762297964</id><published>2008-11-15T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:41:14.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starting Words</title><content type='html'>Halo halo halo! :d based to the title, this is my first writing for the blog. Dan perasaan gue ketika mengetik post ini adalah BOSEN. bosen sen sen. hari ini hari sabtu, dan gue bengong di depan komputer. Yah, yaudahlah. setidaknya gue masih bisa nge-post di sini. buahahaha. dan karena gue bingung mau nulis apa sekarang, jadi gue mau cerita aja deh tentang gue dan perasaan gue hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th Nov 2008. Pertama kali paket di hari sabtu. Di sekolah gue, yang namanya paket itu wajib buat kelas 9. ohiya, paket itu kayak pemantapan  materi gitu. tapi kalo di sekolah gue disebutnya paket. biasanya gue paket di hari sekolah. senin selasa rabu jumat. cuma hari sabtu ini ada jadwal paket. jadi mau ga mau gue pergi lah ke sekolah pada hari sabtu. ga tau kenapa setiap gue paket gue jadi takut. takut gue ga sukses, takut gue ga bisa lulus UAN, dan takut gue lupa materinya nanti pas ngerjain soal. Gue mikir, UAN itu tinggal bentar lagi. Dan gue dengan otak pas-pasan seperti ini akan menghadapi UAN yang sedemikian tidak adilnya (ha-ha) di tahun 2008 yang notabene tahun pemilu. Gue emang dapet gossip kalo UAN smp itu April. Cuma gue lebih sering denger gossip bahwa UAN smp itu Februari karena ada pemilu. jeng-jeng! Okay. Di otak gue cuma ada satu, "aziza nabila amani murid tolol akan menghadapi UAN 3 bulan dari sekarang." dan sekarang yang gue pikirkan adalah, gimana caranya gue bisa punya kepercayaan diri untuk menghadapi UAN. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! GO NABILA GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kedua, setelah paket, today, i've got something to think of, something to solve. sebut saja dia adalah X. he's always be my best friend. tapi kadang orang mikirnya beda. dan sekarang malah menjadi permasalahan yang menegangkan. somehow, gue berfikir bahwa orang suka memvonis seenak jidat apa yang dia ga ngerti. dan sekarang, imbasnya ke gue. kesannya kayak gue ga boleh deket sama dia. kayak he's the 'it' boy. which means, 'it' disini hanya sesuatu yang bukan apa-apa. Dan yang gue ga suka, adalah cara orang mandang dia. Quote "don't judge the book by its cover" sangat cocok untuk ini. Dan gue sangat-sangat berharap, dia akan selalu menjadi sahabat gue, no matter what, and no matter how others think 'bout him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just it. Ta-daa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8871649915774441894-7447610220762297964?l=doorstepwindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7447610220762297964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8871649915774441894&amp;postID=7447610220762297964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/7447610220762297964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8871649915774441894/posts/default/7447610220762297964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorstepwindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-words.html' title='The Starting Words'/><author><name>aziza nabila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903289331601084579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6MMD81Swqs/SWC6EP0PoQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GUETU55PMSQ/S220/n1440143609_197133_9640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
