<?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-2482189468486505987</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:46:37.088+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination Infinity</title><subtitle type='html'>Ini dia blog sang penderita mental terparah, where he speaks (read: types) both english and indonesian yang selalu campur-campur and annoys the hell out of orang-orang. Enjoy the ramblings of this geek 8D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-6793055545613936018</id><published>2009-07-19T17:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:12:01.729+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Reminiscing) My Salad Days.</title><content type='html'>(A word of notice: (assumed) cheesy blog entry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was picked up by my parents in my cousin's house at Kelapa Gading because I was staying there for over a week. After that, we went straight to Bintaro (kayak ujung dunia satu ke ujung dunia lain) to my (other) cousin's farewell eatout at Hanamasa Bintaro Plaza cos he was about to depart to Germany to pursue his master degree. And then we went to my uncle's house which is a 5 minute walk from my house, in which my extended family wanted to have a karaoke session there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being much of a karaoke whore (and not feeling like it), I decided to read manga in my cousin's room. Searching for some good stuff to read, I suddenly stumbled across a favorite series of mine: Salad Days by Shinobu Inokuma. It's a collection (if you would say) of classic love stories that center mostly on high school and college romance. I read through 6 of them before I decided I have no better business than to be at home sweet home. Since my mom, dad, and little brother is still having a good time there, I decided to walk back to my abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked, I thought and contemplated on one thing and one thing only: love. From what I have re-read in Salad Days, defining love can be so simple and infinitely complex at the same time. It's a human necessity that can also lead to a human's nihilism. It can both fulfill a person and also destroy a person. You can give so little or so much and it still can be defined as love. And yes, although I may be too inexperienced for me to say such things, one things is for sure; my own high school salad days has already ended, moving into the next stage and counting (to God knows how many other stages left). And whatever is lying out there, is entirely up to me to explore it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally came to me, after reaching my house gate, that love is something that I must continually redefine and remember every singe day of my life. And this point in my life, it's just the mere beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I think of my high school days,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I do,&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything; the talks, laughs, the dances, and the embraces.&lt;br /&gt;Although you may or may not love me;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because through you, I can know how to love, more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I am ready to stand up and face life. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you will, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;I think about love.&lt;br /&gt;When I do,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-6793055545613936018?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6793055545613936018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=6793055545613936018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6793055545613936018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6793055545613936018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminiscing-my-salad-days.html' title='(Reminiscing) My Salad Days.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-7279282963336360678</id><published>2009-07-04T23:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:23:55.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled?</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel that my 3rd other self inside me is hating my best(?) friend right now. I think it must be my Envy persona. Nevertheless, my Superego persona is still on the process to oust and neutralize it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I remembered to blog because first of all, for some nitwit reason I can't turn on my MSN or access Facebook (which I refresh every 20 minute or so). I was reminded by other things whne this happened, one of which was to start blogging again. Since I'm practically stuck in my room for a cumulative total of 14 hours today, I really don't have much to write (or, not much of quality stories/things to tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, V6 is out in Mal Artha Gading! Whew, can't wait for my parents to get a revelation to go there, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel a.k.a. Arisa Kusunoki has left Indo now...up next is Edward ML, a.k.a. Nagata Shinden, which I think will depart on the 10th of July...[I wonder why I keep referring them to the Japanese names I made up for them since grade 11...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago I was cleaning out my room using a vacuum cleaner. In the process, I decided to clean my electronic compartments as well, so I grabbed myself a screw driver, to first clean out my desktop computer of those pesky cotton-like gray matter called dust. Sure enough, when I opened its outer "shell", there were a plethora of them, so off I go to work, starting with the outsides first, then the base of the compartment, then finally the motherboard, which was the more tedious than the others because of the minuscule dust particles that cling to the smallest of transistors and chips. Then I moved on to my laptop, which in my knowledge was pretty dusty as well. So I screwed open the lid, and went with my vacuum chores. When I was finished, I forgot to turn off the vacuum and a second or two later I accidentally aimed the nose to where the 4 screws was, and 2 of them got sucked right in. I was alarmed by the clanking sound and with reflex pulled it away and hurriedly turn the vacuum cleaner off. Slightly dumbfounded, I regained my momentum and try to fathom what has happened. After realizing my stupidity, I grudgingly screwed in the remaining bolts and stopped my cleaning there. It's kinda customary for me to stop what I do when I start to suck at it; especially at video games and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to share to you guys the video I uploaded on Facebook, some sorta "boredom webcam show", but it's still unresponsive as we speak...hope it doesn't continue until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, remember the Personal Project story I promised to share, but I only pasted in the prologue as of now? Now, I've uploaded the WHOLE THING to Scribd.com, a website that can enable you to upload and share documents, much like YouTube and uploading and sharing videos. I'm going to post the link to the prologue (again in case you forgot) and chapter 1, and then work my way to 2 chapters per blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/17061820/The-Unspoken-Truth-Prologue-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/17061776/The-Unspoken-Truth-Chapter-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that the class mates are based on people in my class of '09. I'll tell you who's who in a while...but not now. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One Phrase Blues - Hideyuki Ono"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-7279282963336360678?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7279282963336360678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=7279282963336360678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/7279282963336360678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/7279282963336360678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled?'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-2909142753154484048</id><published>2009-06-25T19:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:28:15.791+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things....</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile (again) since I've updated my blog...so I'm going dot-point mode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm still taking my ujian paket c (this ujian kesetaraan thingy so that I can have a national certificate of SMA completion aside from IB Diploma (Results in 11 days!!11!)) and tomorrow is MATEMATIKA....Pak Purba's wisdom be upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been thinking about the topic of love when fellow blogger fortywords mentioned it...to the point that I'm contemplating myself if I should continue to love her,or if it can be dangerous if I do so in the long term...I may be lucky I'm in love with my best friend , but it ma not be for the better of both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PSX games yet to be played: Rival Schools series, skullmonkeys, Abe's odyssey and exodus (DANG I haven't finished BOTH of them yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna try photography with lomo camera~ AND I want (read:need) a new lens....but what mm, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have not organized my bookshelves OR my digital files...yes, blame me and my laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tanggal 1 Juli gua pendaftaran ulang buat UI, I wonder when is orientation time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1st of July I'll be in frictional unemployment mode.....what should I do till then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Tooi Machikado" - ROUND TABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-2909142753154484048?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2909142753154484048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=2909142753154484048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/2909142753154484048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/2909142753154484048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-things.html' title='A Few Things....'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-9028795831302470813</id><published>2009-06-07T22:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:33:19.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dance Under the Starry Night Sky</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I only slept 30 minutes :P, but I wasn't that much sleepy, instead I was pretty much very active with my incessant hysterical laughter and fits of craziness....yet it was a night that I can never forget even though I might have Alzheimer's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 4.00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally took a bath, making sure my hair did not touch the water after being vermaak'ed in the salon. My yellowish orange tie was ready, along with my medium gray suit and dark shirt and pants and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I was way too early. I thought by leaving at 5 I would avoid being late because of traffic, but I have proven myself once again that I'm a bit too punctual for parties at times. So I dropped my sleepover stuff at Ms Judy's room and walked slowly along the process just to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of the class of '09 have arrived. Strangely, my song requests played early. oh well, it's fun hearing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45 PM&lt;br /&gt;The Thriller song came out a bit earlier than expected as well! After a very brief moment of panic, my group date gathered in the center and performed the dance anyway. While the others enjoyed watching us, especially because it was unexpected, I do think I was humiliating myself, me being in the front row and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prom King and Queen were announced, Andrew T and Steph G! They were a surprisingly cute couple, due to their shyness and naiveness (I guess), very sweet nonetheless. They were even cuter when they danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kapan PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang ikut maju berdansa dengan Raja dan Ratu Prom. Radit dan Resham pun juga sudah mulai berdansa. Gua agak risuh dalam hati. Sekarang atau tidak sama sekali, gua pikir. Hati gua berdebar-debar. Akhirnya gua menghabiskan minuman air putih gua dan berdiri. Gua ulurkan tanganku, mengajaknya berdansa. Dia permisi dengan Alice dan Ed ML yang baru selesai berbincang kepadanya. Kami pun menuju lantai dansa dan mulai berdansa pelan-pelan dengan memegang bahu masing-masing. Dia mengomentari manisnya Dita dan pacarnya Narendra berdansa. Gua hanya tersenyum melihatnya. Gua melihat Radit dan Resham berdansa. Dalam sudut pandang gua sepertinya keduanya cukup menghayatinya (padahal sebenernya bukan begitu, Resham cuma takut bajunya keinjek). Gua nyoba gerakan memutar kepadanya. Gua salah posisinya dan cara megang tangan dia. Dia hampir mau jatuh tapi gua menahannya. Kami cuma tertawa. Seterusnya dia sekali-kali menengok disekitarnya melihat pasangan yang lain berdansa. Gua juga sama, tapi selain itu, gua hanya tersenyum melihatnya. Saat musik habis, dia mengajak beberapa teman lain, but dansa grup (yang kayak dansa dalam satu lingkaran gede itu loh), gua ambil kamera. Pada akhirnya, hanya ada satu perasaan yang gua rasakan saat berdansa dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleepover (or wake over as some people call it) has begun and is ongoing. We toured some of lippo, practically humiliated ourselves on the way, and annoyed some strangers. We even went to the Cox's residence and took a pic of us "sleeping" in Mr. Brian's bed! I think my team was the first and only team to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bonfire, we did a prank on our juniors and would love to see the look on their faces on Monday. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us started to get wild and crazy due to exhaustion, hunger, and lack of sleep. I was both sleeping and awake during this time. Gua liat orang main Naruto di PS2 lah, main Wii lah, main kartu lah, ngobrol lah, iseng2an lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total I have only slept for 30 minutes. It was breakfast. there was bread, mie goreng, banana, cereal, and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last time I can meet the class of '09 together. I hope we can do this some other time, aside from the upcoming Bali trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;....dan aku masih akan sayang padamu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-9028795831302470813?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/9028795831302470813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=9028795831302470813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/9028795831302470813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/9028795831302470813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-under-starry-night-sky.html' title='A Dance Under the Starry Night Sky'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-9080477282298176193</id><published>2009-05-06T12:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:45:59.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>first days of torture + my personal project novel.</title><content type='html'>It's a Wednesday and I'm stressing out on studying math, so I decided to take a short break and tell you guys how I did on the first 3 exams:&lt;br /&gt;english A2HL paper 1: PWND.&lt;br /&gt;BI A1 SL paper 1: Interesting story, but a bit hard to analyze...SEPOTONG TANGAN UNTUK CINTA BEIBEH!&lt;br /&gt;BI A1 SL paper 2: I got pwned. Padahal pertanyaannya gampang. Mungkin gara ga cukup niat hafalin novelnya sih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESOK MATH! mikirinnya aja gua udah berat nafas gua....it's now or November &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to fill this post up I'm going to copypasta, upon request, my novel I did for PP...I have to say the overall story's crappy, but it's worth the nostalgia reading it... so here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titlenya "The Unspoken Truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~prologue~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are always a mystery that’s incomprehensible even today. It’s like entering to another kind of world, a magical realm, I suppose. Each day, each week, each month, they are always different to different kind of people. And it’s weird how some people study on how dreams work, and it’s also amazing how premonitions in dream really do come true. But some dreams hold important meanings. Some dreams hold messages. Some dreams….hold a destiny uninterrupted by fate, but by what we do.&lt;br /&gt; It took place in a cloudy morning. It was a dream with sepia tones all over, even though I was just entering class. &lt;br /&gt; Silence.&lt;br /&gt; As I gazed over at the faces of my classmates, they showed no signs of expression, bland, dull faces, facing the whiteboard. I had wanted to ask, but no words came out. I panicked for a while, looking at my classmates again. This time I realized that they had no faces, so I couldn’t tell which one was which, even though I have been renowned for identifying students across the school.&lt;br /&gt; Then, it appeared.&lt;br /&gt; Seven out of thirty classmates suddenly exerted an aura of bleak darkness, as if it was tainted. And then, that darkness devoured them in different ways. One was literally smashed into pieces like a mirror, one dissipated into energy orbs; one even had been slashed into pieces, blood spilling out of their body like a fountain. It was a nihilistic sight.&lt;br /&gt; The ground shook. All that I can see had evaporated into an endless space of grey.&lt;br /&gt;I was floating in this emptiness, and I was falling down. It was getting dark at the bottom, and suddenly a person materialized directly in front of me. His appearance scared me to near death. My body rapidly stops operating, as if I had come to the end.&lt;br /&gt;  “NO!”&lt;br /&gt; My head bumped the wall.&lt;br /&gt; “Ouch….”&lt;br /&gt; I was fully awake. I was still in my room. I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt; ”Ugh, one of those dreams again…” I mumbled as I let the light from outside invade every corner of my room. It was fairly shiny with little clouds in the air. The clock positioned itself to show that it’s 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt; And I’m still wondering.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...gua bingung how to post chapter 1 because it worth more than 4000 words (LOL)...well, I fI do I'm just gonna do it in the next post, so see ya...*back to math*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-9080477282298176193?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/9080477282298176193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=9080477282298176193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/9080477282298176193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/9080477282298176193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-days-of-torture-my-personal.html' title='first days of torture + my personal project novel.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-7180384777193026513</id><published>2009-05-01T23:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:45:11.054+07:00</updated><title type='text'>last days of school....and the road to exam hell</title><content type='html'>Monday and Tuesday weere one of the last days I could ever study like normal and wear my highschool uniform as a normal teenager... when exams are underway I'd be quite far from a normal student; I'd be an insomniatic (is that a word?), extreme school nerd who enslaves his mind on the subjects he's going to take exams on and nothing else, with a cold poker face once he enters the exam room.....*shiver*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywas, Monday was quite a unique highlight as us seniors as a grade played a 'farewell' prank to the juniors....jadi kami ngumpul di koridor lantai 3 yang ada komputer labnya....terus kami semua bikin baris di sisi2 koridor...dan siapapun adik kelas yang lewatin baris kita bakalan di sambut kayak superstar (tepuk tangan, di foto, dikerumunin, disorakin, etc.)...karena kasian kita cuma kerjain adik kelas cowok, tapi ada juga satu-dua adik kelas cewek yang dikerjain... terus lama mereka jadi takut lewatin koridor tersebut....masih ada sih yang berani, tapi tetep aja pada akhirnya jadi kapok, LOL. klimaksnya waktu mr chris yang lewat, sorak +tepuktangan + kerumuninnya paling hebat, sampe mr chris (sumpah mati) sampe bikin muka XD yg jarang bgt kliatan...pokonya seru deh, sayang gua ga bisa dapet best angle soalnya gua agak telat dateng...hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, which was practically our last day, was fun. not great fun, but good fun. our last prank (?) is that boys'll be wearing colorful ties and girls colorful ties +fancy socks....which sounds normal to me but a few, if not some adik kelas are making these faces at us...hohohohoho. anyways, we had special luncheon, in which the teachers prayed for us and we attempted to sing our graduation song, which is from the musical "Wicked!", but right now I forgot the title of the song so I'll tell you if I remember. terus ada the last round of interhouse badminton tournament, which in the end merapi collectively WON! ALRIIIIIGHT. With the ending of the tourament also rings the last school bell I'll ever hear for a long time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then rabu sampe minggu libur. well, not libur sih, I'm studying studyin studying. and I haven't even finished revising math. OH TIDAK T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and to fortyword's request the next blog posts will feature my novel I did for my personal projec, The Unspoken Truth! It might sound crappy at first (well maybe it actually is), but do havea read! until then, totaloo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Epic of Zektbach ~Ristaccia~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-7180384777193026513?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7180384777193026513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=7180384777193026513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/7180384777193026513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/7180384777193026513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-days-of-schooland-road-to-exam.html' title='last days of school....and the road to exam hell'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-5477602173332461127</id><published>2009-04-06T15:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:45:43.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week "Holiday"</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maaf, Anda belum dapat diterima di Universitas Indonesia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That ws my wakeup call. From now on I NEED to do what Pak EDW always tell us, "Study Hard!" And that's what I'll be doing for the next 2 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karena SIMAK udah ga ada harapan, jadi gua harus cari alternatif lain, yang penting bisa kuliah dan ga menganggur setaun. harapan gua: UI Inter, Uni Padjajaran, ama Dharma Persada. Kalo bisa, gua ikut SNMPTN biar bisa masuk S1 reguler dan iseng2 nyoba Sastra JEpang di UGM. Gua ga peduli orang bilang itu susah ato apalah, sekarang gua yakin, kalo ada kemauan ada jalan. Dan tekad gua udah bulat; gua harus ngatur diri sendiri, for my own good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Gaming tetap jalan, kok, tenang aja...;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-5477602173332461127?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5477602173332461127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=5477602173332461127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/5477602173332461127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/5477602173332461127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-week-holiday_06.html' title='1 Week &quot;Holiday&quot;'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-7757106575202585893</id><published>2009-03-21T22:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:42:04.924+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambingjantan....</title><content type='html'>...was the movie I watched today. But getting to the mall to watch it, precisely in PIM, was very annoying. gua perlu hampir dua jam cuma buat kesana, biasa ga nyampe setengah kurun waktu buat kesana. Apa gara-gara ada kampanye rally ato emang orang pada keluar semua abis ujan, gak ngerti gua.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no way out - winnie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then as I'm watching the movie, I realize that his life, like many other people, have friendships that are meaningful; they luagh together, they spend good times together, they have conflicts with each other--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that last part is what I'm missing...how come for all the years of my school life I can't remember one moment that me and any of my friends had an argument (for girls) or a fight with (for boys)? I mean, for example, all the time I spend with my friends, very very rarely I get into a fight with them. if there were any, that was when we were in high school. And since it's those conflicts that make friendship bonds stronger, then could I say that my friendships are just , bland?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But despite that, I think it is actually some aorta weird blessing that I don't have to experience any type of hardships and problems with my friends; I aready had enough from the problems in my family. still, I don't know the reason why this is so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, just some thought id like to share. besok mungkin gua pergi lagi entah ke mana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Man From Nagpur - Quasimode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-7757106575202585893?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7757106575202585893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=7757106575202585893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/7757106575202585893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/7757106575202585893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/03/kambingjantan.html' title='Kambingjantan....'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-3091392395650154842</id><published>2009-03-20T20:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:04:12.932+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock Exams and Persona 4 Don't Match</title><content type='html'>...wow. I am actually continuing what I wrote after almost 5 months... Blogger yang sangat ga produktif yak....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so anyways, today was the final day of my mock exams ( not over yet for most of my mateys, they're having bio next monday and I don't HAHAHA ;P). To sum the whole thing up in 15 words or less, it is as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English paper 1: didn't know what I realy wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 2: My pen was on fire. booyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indonesian paper 1: sudah biasa...cakewalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 2: I was on a 'trance'; didn't know what crap I wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business paper 1: moderate; not too shabby, not to shiny either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 2: WOW.  didn't expect it to be THAT hard. But I think I did good....hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITGS paper 1: WTF artificial intelligence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 2: for the first time in doing these ones, gua ngebacotnya dikit banget....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 3: If I don't get a 7 (IB scale), I'm gonna cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics ( which I saw the results already, right before math exams):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 1: 50%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 2: 50%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 3: not even close to 50%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion? FAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math paper 1: NIGHTMARE. I REGRET NOT STUDYING ENOUGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paper 2: easier compared to paper 1, but I only answered 80% of the questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now I'm FREE! 3 straight days of freedom, while my bio peeps study their butts off xP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besok rencananya gua mau nonton KambingJantan, penasaran juga gua hasil akhir tu pilem. Abis itu mau ngelanjutin Persona 4, yang barusan sebelum ngetik ini entry udah selesai ngalahin shadow Naoto... personanya kecil2 cabe rawit euy! and I've been playing it throughout the whole course of the exam weeks as well. Yes, soon-to-be IB-victims, mocks is purposely set to commence after you have everything else done; projects, assignments, lab reports, portfolios, whatevers. and the psychoogy behind it is that you get demotivated to study for mocks, and then in the end you get bad results, regret it, and compensate your hours of slacking off during mocks dedicated to rigorous, focused, almost trance-like studying. It's good sih, but it's sorta depressing for a start, so yea...X|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( my neck hurts...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-3091392395650154842?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3091392395650154842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=3091392395650154842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/3091392395650154842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/3091392395650154842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2009/03/mock-exams-and-persona-4-dont-match.html' title='Mock Exams and Persona 4 Don&apos;t Match'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-4976046072734143428</id><published>2008-11-29T22:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:06:50.328+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival dan Pengalaman Ujian</title><content type='html'>Nggak. Nggak. NGGAK. Nggak mau tau, gua HARUS ngeblog lagi! Kalo ga sakit jiwa gua makin parah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yak sodara2, silakan abaikan celotehan ga jelas di atas, dan selamat datang kembali di blog gua yang udah sebulan (LEBIH) gak pernah disentuh! kalo blog ini jadi rumah mungkin udah ada hantu ngendok kali ya...hehehe. Anyways, banyak buanget yang terjadi dari tanggal Oktober 12 sampe sekarang, jadi kalo mau dimuatin semuanya di satu entry kayaknya bikin puyeng aja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, untuk sementara, gua mau ngomong tentang UJIAN. Ato Bahasa Inggris kerennya, November Exams. Oh tidak. Bulu kuduk berdiri, bulu kepala berdiri, bulu dada berdiri...eh salah, itu Roma Irama. Karena gua bukan korban UAN, melainkan korban sesuatu yang bernama IB (alias International Baccalaureate, ato apalah), gua mau ga mau harus jelasin dulu the way IB makes a dead man out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intinya, materi dasar kayak Bahasa Inggris, Bindo, sama Mat tetep, tapi ada sistem Standard sama Higher Level. Opkors, bedanya ya kalo Higher pasti lebih berat pelajarannya dan lebih makan hati (meskipun gua meragukan kebenarannya). Nah, yang bedanya itu lu harus pilih satu pelajaran IPA: bio, kimia, fisika dan satu lagi bernama Environmental Systems, yang sebenarnya versi super cupu dari bio. Lu juga harus milih satu pelajaran IPS: pilihan dari sejarah, ekon, geografi, bisnis&amp;amp;management, ato ITGS (IT in a Global Society lengkapnya...bleh). Terus ada satu lagi pelajaran yang harus diambil, tapi lu bisa milih antara satu pelajaran IPA, satu IPS, ato kesenian: Music ato Art. JAngan terbuyar dengan iming2 keenakan dua pelajaran tadi, soalnya PR dan projectnya juga bisa bikin sakit jiwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terus, Binggris pun ada pembagiannya lagi, yakni A1 dan A2. bedanya, A1 harus lebih cinta baca novel setebel balok kayu, A2 kayak Inggris terpadu gitu. BI juga sama, bedanya ga ada A2, yang ada cuma Bindo B, buat bule &lt;s&gt;gila&lt;/s&gt; dan orang asing lainnya. So, here's my lineup:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English A2 HL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BI A1 SL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math SL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITGS HL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business HL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics SL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalo aja gua tau bakalan masuk UI ntar, harusnya ganti IT + business sama geo + ekon T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ujian berlangsung dari tanggal 17 sampe 24 November dan ada 2 ujian setiap pelajaran, total 12. Dan seperti biasa, mampus gua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mau tau bagaimana gua erjuang menyelesaikan semua ujian itu tanpa harus mencret darah? tunggu besok , udah ngantuk berat nih, tar gua edit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-4976046072734143428?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4976046072734143428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=4976046072734143428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/4976046072734143428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/4976046072734143428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/11/revival-dan-pengalaman-ujian.html' title='Revival dan Pengalaman Ujian'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-5432810415719238460</id><published>2008-10-11T14:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:01:49.368+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Kue, Ada Keseleo</title><content type='html'>Beberapa hari yang lalu gua sempet berpikir tentang sebuah gagasan: bahwa hampir semua cewe cakep cadel, ga bisa ngomong 'r' dengan benerrrrr. Ga jauh-jauh deh, di sekolah udah bisa diitung pake tangan;(semua nama disamarkan) nggak si Yuri, nggak si Megu, nggak si Kaede, nggak si Maria, nggak 2 ade kelas gua yang lainnya, semua cakep tapi cadel (beberapa lebih parah daripada yang lain). I mean, come on, Mba Bey aja cadel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kalo gitu Dian Sastro harusnya cadel juga dong, Yog?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beuh, kalo Dian Sastro cadel mah ilang kecakepannya dah. Mending Mpok Ati jadi cadel kalo gitu mah. Toh ini cuma spekulasi gua yang gila doang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was not Thank God It's Friday. Pertama-tama, ada tes math...trigonometry calculus pula. anything to do with sincostan=haram. Tapi ada yang bisa bikin gua selamat dari angka merah ; gurunya lagi ulang tahun. Walhasil dia jadi sedikit bermurah hati: banyak soal-soal yang di buku teks keluar di tes, jadi ga rugi gua belajar 3 jam ampe &lt;s&gt; nangis darah&lt;/s&gt; sempet ingusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TETEP AJA SUSAH! kalo itu guru kasih tes yang terlalu gampang, berarti bukan dia, melainkan alien yang lagi menyamar sebaai penggantinya sementara guru gua yang beneran entah di bintang mana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia sengaja bikin tesnya susah; soalnya tes akhir semester selalu lebih gampang. Saking kelas gua berutang budi dengan ilmunya, pas jam pelajaran BI kita pesen kue ultah di toko Secret Recipe di Supermall... sementara yang lain lagi sibuk bikin model bangunan buat novel yang kita pelajarin...semuanya patungan 20rb. ntar dirayain pas pulsek di kelasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sound of tape fast-forwarding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran terakhir, kelas IT. Guru kita yang sering ngeluh kegilaan kelas kita yang cuma 5 orang (!) lagi pergi entah kemana, diganti ama guru konseling. Dikasih tugas, tapi baru gua kerjain plus kebutin 10 menit sebelum bel terakhir (ato nyanyian malaikat, menurut Tenjin), akhirnya kerjaan gua setengah ngasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kesialan gua memuncak di sini. Gua turun ke lantai dua buat ambil tas olahraga dari loker, terus di kejauhan gua liat si Kyouko ama Megumi lagi makan...makan...kue. Oh mai gat, gua lupa ambil kuenya! Langsung gua lari ke kelas guru mat gua, ambil kuenya, dan pamit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas gua lagi turun tangga mau ke tempat parkir mobil, gua ga liat jalan, soalnya bawaan gua banyak; tas olahraga lah, tas biasa lah, tas laptop lah, folder gua lah, tasikmalaya lah....eh ternyata kaki gua keplitek ke kanan, terhuyung-huyung, lalu jatuh &lt;s&gt;nungging&lt;/s&gt; di landing pantat duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya jelas gua meringis kesakitan: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND IIII-EE-IIII.... WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.." (LOH!? kok malah nyanyi!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung ada si Masahiro ama Naoki yang kebetulan lewat, langsung cek sikon. Mr Tris, guru fisika, juga kebetulan lewat, terus dia saranin gua ke klinik sekolah (health center engrishnya), dan tanpa diminta, Naoki took methere via a piggyback ride. "sekalian olahraga," dia bilang. Dasar oportunis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis gua dibalut dan dikasi salep ama suster yang baru aja mau kunciin ruangan, Masahiro ama Nagata ngebantu gua jalan ke mobil gua sambil bawain barang-barang gua. Good friends, they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARI INI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua belm mandi sejak kemarin pagi. Anehnya, nggak ada bau badan yang menyengat...untuk sementara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi gua dibawa ke tukang urut deket Fatmawati. Karena udahlangganan, gua langsung melewati 40an pelanggan lainnya. Kocak juga pak haji yang mijitin gua, sakti pula tangannya. Anehnya, selain menutup muka dan mengucap istighfar karena sakitnya dipijit di bagian yang bengak dan nglu, gua teriak, "RHOMA IRAMA!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, si pak hajinya bales, "Elvy Sukaesih!". Semuanya ketawa. Selesai dipijit (muka gua merah nahan sakit), dikasih kapas yang di lumurin PUTIH TELOR dan MINYAK KELAPA. abis itu dibalut kayak orang ngebalut orang tulang patah. Ga boleh dibuka sampai Selasa... dan habis ini gua mesti ke ultah si Nagata, karena ada semacam hutang budi nolongin gua kemarin. Ya wes lah, segini dulu. Smell ya'll later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-5432810415719238460?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5432810415719238460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=5432810415719238460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/5432810415719238460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/5432810415719238460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/10/ada-kue-ada-keseleo.html' title='Ada Kue, Ada Keseleo'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-3974104286072881518</id><published>2008-10-03T23:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:13:14.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dosa "Gak Nge(go)blog Hampir Sebulan"</title><content type='html'>Waw, gua udah ga update berapa lama nih....sampe sampe Bung Beng nyangka gua lagi mudik ato apa...untung dia ga nitip makanan khas daerah (lha kampung halaman gua di Jakarta, masa beli oleh-olehnya dari situ juga? Kalo dipaksa paling dia dapet soto betawi di warung sebelah doang). Bagaimana ini? Hari-hari menjelang Lebaran gua ga lapor, Lebarannya sendiri apalagi, abis Lebarannya juga boro-boro. Wah, liburan emang menghisap niat suci ngeblogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan akuuuuuu......&lt;s&gt;menduakan vas emasmu&lt;/s&gt;post yang satu ini bakalan agak panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEBELUM LEBARAN: Kopdar RumahBlogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua udah SMS si Sandy kalo gua udah OTW ke PIM 2 , lokasi tempat ngumpul kopdarnya. Eh ternyata dia udah duluan disana lagi enak-enaknya main DMV4...Yaudahlah tak ampunin dia. Gua nanya dia apa Big Bena udah dateng, ternyata belom, dan setelah gua sampe pun dia masih OTW, sekaligus berpesan kepada semua yang hadir untuk cari tempat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbuka puasa di mal beberapa hari sebelum Lebaran memang sebuah living hell tersendiri. udah cari meja aja susah, apalagi cari kursi ekstra kalo banyak orang. Whew. Untung ada ada si Aga&lt;s&gt;y&lt;/s&gt; sang anak gaul PIM yang berhasil dapet kursi "VIP" berhala dari suatu restoran eskrim yang gua lupa namanya (bego).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu per satu pada dateng; tadinya sih cuma ada gua, shino (kalo ga salah), ama sandy, terus datenglah yang punya hajatan alias si bena bersama teman &lt;s&gt;sehidup semati&lt;/s&gt;nya si Aga. Ga lama kemudian, Sabila dateng, dan ga lama kemudian, Djonie, seorang blogger yang ga punya koneksi dengan kita2 yang udah di meja tersebut, pun menampakkan diri. Akhirnya ditutup dengan Enad, itupun dia dateng abis pada buka puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hal bego terjadi; mulai dari plastik Sandy gua ga sengaja jatuhin ke tempat saos punya Djonie, Sandy remesin botol sampe tutupnya melayang &lt;s&gt;ke angkasa&lt;/s&gt; jatuh ke piring orang lain, sampe Aga ga sengaja sentilin gumpalan tisu ( yang hanya Allah SWT tahu isinya apa) nyasar kena orang. Memang yahud sekali gerombolan ini yak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOySPYIAwcI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZYoKRb97evY/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOySPYIAwcI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZYoKRb97evY/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254735658106274242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak lama kemudian, sebelum kita beranjak, dateng trio &lt;s&gt;macan&lt;/s&gt; blogger yang cuma absen muka doang: Nabila, Trixie dan Annisa. Yawis la, tak potoin sebagi bukti &lt;s&gt;kejahatan&lt;/s&gt; kehadiran, terus mereka langsung cabut entah kemana gua lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOySPqeoq6I/AAAAAAAAALw/CmIWjzwkEkM/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOySPqeoq6I/AAAAAAAAALw/CmIWjzwkEkM/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254735663033002914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktunya bubar dari food court. Sabila dan Reynaldy nyasar bedua entah kemana juga, sisanya pada nongkrong + main di FW PIM 1. Dan setelah beberapa kali main, akhirnya si yang punya hajatan ama Djonie pareng minta pamit &lt;s&gt;(amit-amit)&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAT LEBARAN: Hujan Duit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua bangun jam setengah 6 pagi. Dengan mata belekan dan mulut bau naga mabok gua mandi en ambil wudhu,terus langsung cabut ke mesjid, tuntaskan sholat Ied seikhlas-ikhlasnya. Karena ga ada tempat di dalam mesjid gua harus mandi matahari &lt;s&gt;pake shampo clear&lt;/s&gt; dengerin khotbah...sambil baca koran yang harusnya dipake buat alas sejadah. Abis itu, pulang ke rumah dan langsung makan, menikmati COMBO OPOR AYAM DAN SEMUR SODARE-SODARE! Maknyuoooous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perut kenyang dan hati senang, langsung pergi ke sarean (kuburan) Tanah Kusir, jenguk eyang-eyang gua dengan melati dan mawar &lt;s&gt;dan Rhoma Irama&lt;/s&gt;. Tak ada waktu yang dihamburkan, tujuan selanjutnya adalah rumah tante gua di Bintaro, dimana harta karun dan berkah menunggu. Sesampai disana, semua sodara gua udah pada hadir, ngeguyon dan nyindir sesama, sebuah tradisi biasa yang &lt;s&gt;memblender&lt;/s&gt; mengocok perut dan membuat seasa berada di bonbin Ragunan bagian monyetnya. Harta karun pun di serbu, dan tak lama kemudian semuanya mendapatkan beberapa amplop putih yang cukup tebal dan wangi. Total THR tahun ini termasuk yang tertinggi selama tiga tahun, $160! (silakan dihitung ke rupiah dengan alat-alat yang ada).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak juga tujuan-tujuan dalam perjalanan mencari harta karun. Setelah dari rumah tante gua, langsung beranjak ke rumah kakaknya nenek gua yang masih surpaip, juga di Bintaro. Setelah satu lagi ronde penuh gosip hangat dan canda tawa, keluarga gua pamit duluan, soalnya harus pergi lagi ke Cilegon. Jauh? So pasti. Tapi lumayan buat cuci mata, daripada liat bangunan menjulang tinggi, kali ini menikmati ladang &lt;s&gt;ganja&lt;/s&gt; dan lapangan terbuka serta beberapa gunung kembar. (Lha emang ada beberapa yang kembar kok...suwer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas nyampe di Cilegon, ternyata sodara-sodara gua (dari keluarga nyokap gua) udah pada dateng semua. Alhasil, harta karun berhasil diraih lagi (meski tak seberapa), dan karena sudah tak ada acara lagi beberapa wktu kemudian, akhirnya kita pamit lagi, untuk pulang. Ternyata langit sudah cukup mulia untuk menahan kencingnya dari pagi sampai maghrib; pas lagi di tol, tiba-tiba hujan deres dengan arah berlawanan dengan laju mobil gua. Ohsraaaam. Terpaksa harus jalan rada pelan, meski gua &lt;s&gt;nangis darah&lt;/s&gt; gregetan pengen pulang dan hitung THR di pojok ruangan gua. On the way, 4 mobil sudah menjadi korban air bah pipis dari langit. Untung gua kaga kena, apes ntar nasib gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETELAH LEBARAN: Tolong! Radith (beneran) Membuat Saya BEGO!(c)&lt;br /&gt;Ada ritual suci yang belom gua jalanin di liburan lebaran ini: nginep di rumah sodara gua yang di Kelapa Gading. Satu hari abis lebaran, gua beranjak ke sana, makan opor ayam khas pembokat di sana yang WUENAAAAK, jangan lupa juga kering daging dan kari kambing. Setelah satu ronde berbagi rasa betapa tidak enaknya bertamasya ke luar negeri dengan berbekal Migelas dan bubur instan, keluarga gua pulang beserta sodara lain yang kebetulan juga mampir disitu, dan gua ditinggalin &lt;s&gt;untuk diadopsi&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hari kemudian, masih numpang menginap, gua berkunjung ke Mal Kelapa Gading ( yang ternyata sudah merambat dan makin luas), udah berjalan-jalan ria. Gua dan 2 sodara gua (sebut aja Yagami ama Hiro) berpencar; 2 jam kemudian ngumpul di Gramed. Kebetulan setelah cuci &lt;s&gt;darah&lt;/s&gt; mata, gua disana duluan. Yawes, gua liat-liat buku dulu. Ternyata yang mencuri pandangan gua adalah salah satu buku sang blogmaestro Raditya Dika, Radikus Makankakus, dan percaya ama gua, 30 ribu yang gua bayar ga bakalan terbuang sayang. Berkat kitab sucinya tersebut, gua harus berjuang menahan godaan ketawa gaya kuntilanak di kerumunan publik, dan hasilnya, gua keliatan kayak orang autis nyengir-nyengir sendiri dengan ga jelasnya. Pasti orang yang liat gua bakal pikir, "Jangan-jangan ini si X yang kabur dari RSJ Grogol? Selamat, Raditya Dika, Anda telah berhasil membuat seorang autis lebih autis. Benar-benar membuat gua terlihat bego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOyjSsK5FkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vNthH5fBbMg/s1600-h/IMG00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOyjSsK5FkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vNthH5fBbMg/s320/IMG00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254754406724343362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Minggu hari gua pulang, soalnya hari Selasa, yaitu kemarin, gua udah harus masuk. Memang bermurah hati banget  sekolah gua ngasih liburan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dengan THR yang tebal, siapa peduli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOyjSwAH59I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wFOd_0vBkAA/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOyjSwAH59I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wFOd_0vBkAA/s320/IMG00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254754407752918994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare treasure: DISPENSATION, an album by JIMSAKU! XD nguras gocek 200rb sih...sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-3974104286072881518?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3974104286072881518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=3974104286072881518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/3974104286072881518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/3974104286072881518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/10/dosa-gak-ngegoblog-hampir-sebulan.html' title='Dosa &quot;Gak Nge(go)blog Hampir Sebulan&quot;'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SOySPYIAwcI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZYoKRb97evY/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-3154216227505104029</id><published>2008-09-17T19:39:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:04:02.635+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di sekul sampai jam 6, SUNGGUH TERLALU!</title><content type='html'>Hola Halo Laho Loha silaoooooo....jumpa lagi bersama sang SGM di blognya yang oh sangat ancur...karena gua udah lama banget ga posting gua langsung to the point aja (dari iklan mana ya...ko gua lupa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday September 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua ambil undian buat presentasi gua tanggal 18 (BESOOOKK T__T). Gua pikir karena bulan puasa, gua bakalan hoki, eh ternyata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gua ambil kertas undian giliran nomor 2*&lt;br /&gt;Tatsu, my presentation partner: Okay, you suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hari ini dia mampir ke rumah gua dari jam satu sampe jam setengah 8 cuma buat siapin tu presentasi...ini akibatnya kalo kerjaan ditunda. Penundaan kerjaan = racun kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday September 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, the day before, the infamous September 11, both Mikiko and Kazuaki had their birthdays. So, Kazuaki being taller than the rest of us, Hiroyama simply congratulated to him, "Happy Birthday, twin towers". And then I tried to make as if an imaginary plane crashed into one of the candles. I'm so apathetic...and I love it *heinous laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so, Friday was the day Mikiko celebrated her birthday. I had to sacrifice Megumi's birthday, which was at 4:30, an hour and a half after school ends, so logically i cant make it on time, dan gua males because mikiko's was on 7:30, so gua berangkat abis sholat maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNET0e4MqDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qvNRme1nk5g/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNET0e4MqDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qvNRme1nk5g/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246996833226238002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all. Too bad I didnt have time to pose my sexy smile *barf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday September 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympics re-enacted in my school, A.K.A TEH ATHLETICS CARNAVAL. But OH NOES, gua lupa bawa baju tim gua, (sampoerna) ijo [ASYIKNYA RAME-RAME!], tapi untung si Jin punya extra jadi langsung gua pake aja. Karena panas teriknya sinar matahari siang itu yang SANGAT menggoda iman, gua bulatkan tekad gua untuk buka puasa jam 12. ya ya, gua tau, cupu amet sih lu buka jam segitu, blablabla...daripada gua pingsan, mending cari aman. Lagian, cuma hari itu doang yang gua puasanya ga komplit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I move on, secara singkat dan padat, seluruh kelas gua dibagi menjadi empat tim, dan berikutlah tabelnya...(penerjemahaan disajikan bagi mereka yang kurang mahir berbahasa Cinta Laura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merapi = Hijau = Raptors (Dinosaurus) [kebanggaan lubuk hatiku]&lt;br /&gt;Krakatau = Kuning = Hornets (semacam tawon)&lt;br /&gt;Kintamani = Merah = Cardinals (burung Cardinal, genus Cardinalidae)&lt;br /&gt;Bromo = Biru = Bear (BEAR BRAND)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ada yang lari, ada yang tolak peluru, ada yang lompat galah. Gua ambil peran di lempar tebing (yang hampir mirip tebing beneran) dan lari estafet (yang sepertinya gua membantu memperlambat grup gua. Amit-amit dah). Foto-foto dibawah hak cipta gua (silahkan kalo ga mau percaya):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWB0wIdFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WCZHkJKzXE0/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWB0wIdFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WCZHkJKzXE0/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999261459543122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBXsjLfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PA2XEG-ViGE/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBXsjLfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PA2XEG-ViGE/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999253659889138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBs9ikrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KWAO7Y_X2xI/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBs9ikrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KWAO7Y_X2xI/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999259368297138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBrnWGUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P7N5hDUuCRM/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBrnWGUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P7N5hDUuCRM/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999259006769474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBwSH9nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ylh3spfXV3s/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEWBwSH9nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ylh3spfXV3s/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999260259939954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! (inget, nama disamarkan :P)&lt;br /&gt;2nd picture[Takehide Asakusa]: I see... A FLYING KINTAMA&lt;s&gt;N&lt;/s&gt;TI LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;3rd picture[Yuri Shirai]: Beijing revisited&lt;br /&gt;3rd picture[Ryouichi Miyazaki]: THIS IS SPAAARTAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;4th picture[Kumiko Akehama]: some good Korean effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally *drum roll* the moment you've been waiting for.... with &lt;s&gt;countless years&lt;/s&gt; 15 minutes of experience , I present you, a master piece inspired by our very own Big Bena.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEanddaIuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3TU0VkUwulc/s1600-h/panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNEanddaIuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3TU0VkUwulc/s320/panorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247004306088534754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAAA! (click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhirnya pulang jam 6 sore...SUNGGUH TERLALU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tubikontinyuud)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-3154216227505104029?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3154216227505104029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=3154216227505104029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/3154216227505104029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/3154216227505104029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/09/di-sekul-sampai-jam-6-sungguh-terlalu.html' title='Di sekul sampai jam 6, SUNGGUH TERLALU!'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SNET0e4MqDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qvNRme1nk5g/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-6478590422817382793</id><published>2008-09-05T19:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:00:38.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[TOPIKNYA SERIUS LOH] Tentang Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wah masa? tumben serius"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya iya dong, kadang2 orang SGM harus serius juga, masa berleha-leha terus...kapan dunia bakal maju? *sok peduli*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum gua mulai, FORTUNA DIES NATALIS untuk bung Sandy A.R. yang ke 18 (ohmaigat GUA LEBIH MUDA!!!TIDAAAAK), semoga tambah segalanya yang bagus dan kurang segalanya yang kurang bagus (baca: penyakit autis), amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak, topik serius kali ini adalah tentang CINTA. Bukan cinta monyet, cinta burung, cinta gorila, cinta kudanil, tapi CINTA. Mengapa? Karena cinta seperti Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans di dunia Harry Potter: manis, asam, asin, pahit, gurih, hambar, pedes, bikin muntah dan sakit, seperti candu, dan berbagai macam rasa lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, mungkin untuk Bos Bena en Mbak Bey,  cinta mereka (setau gua) sedang manis-manisnya. Namun, temen gua si Shouji (nama disamarkan) lagi aga emo nih; pasalnya, cintanya muai sepihak sejak doinya udah jadian ama orang laen. Walhasil, dia harus menerima kenyataan yang pahit dan pedes tentang cinta: karena kadang-kadang cinta sesungguhnya adalah membiarkan yang dicintainya bahagia dengan hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah sekarang gua aga curhat nih. Umur 17 taun, sekalipun tidak pernah pacaran, yang ada hanya 3 kali ditolak, yang satu dihidangkan secara dingin dan mentah-mentah. Dan itu aga wajar, soalnya waktu itu gua masih bodoh, tidak tau banyak tentang hal-perihal cinta. Andai aja gua tahu bahwa selama ini yang gua bener-bener cinta adalah sohib gua, gua ga perlu merasakan pahitnya ditolak ama cewe lain, malah gua bisa jadi temen mereka. Tapi semua sudah terlambat, gua memilih jalan yang memungkinkan gua menjadi sohibnya, nothing more, but also nothing less. Jadi bisa dibilang gua udah seneng banget bisa jadi sohib dia, tapi gua juga kecewa gua gak bisa memilikinya. Kalo gua cewe, gua bisa tiap hari nangis gara2 nyesel, tapi karena gua sebagai cowo harus menerima semua ini apa adanya, gua bisa tahan. Emang bener, kadang gua sakit hati gara2 masalah itu doang, tapi gua bisa live through it, thankfully. Kayaknya gua udah mulai mengerti gimana harus mencintai dia tanpa harus memilikinya, dan itu aja udah cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huehuehue, emang susah ya kalo mao bener2 cinta ama orang, tapi gua yakin bagi lu-lu yang posisinya sama ama gua, lu pasti akan melewatinya tanpa masalah, kalo lu emang cinta ama doi masing-masing. Udah ah sekian aja, ntar kamar gua kebajiran isak tangis gua *shot*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the next topic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-6478590422817382793?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6478590422817382793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=6478590422817382793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6478590422817382793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6478590422817382793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/09/topiknya-serius-loh-tentang-cinta.html' title='[TOPIKNYA SERIUS LOH] Tentang Cinta'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-225671054663334503</id><published>2008-09-02T18:28:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:46:47.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here cometh September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SL5_hKYoxvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ihZPYNkSafo/s1600-h/1206940491972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SL5_hKYoxvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ihZPYNkSafo/s200/1206940491972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241767224005936882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....balik lagi bersama si SGM (Sinting Gila Miring) dari Larangan Indah. Ya, ya gua tau, gua ngeupdate kayak orang menderita kencing batu, tapi mo digimanain lagi, sekul bikin gua ga bisa nyentuh Wii gua untuk entah berapa lama. Dikasi pr, dikerjain, eh dikasi lagi, dikerjain, dikasih, eh dikerjain lagi, eh kebalik. Yang penting gua enak ngeliat guru sama melaratnya kayak gua ngoreksi kerjaan kita yang ancuuur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhadhi, menurut buku hitam/ireng gua (bukan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;det not&lt;/span&gt;, buku mingguan atuh), ada cerita nih....&lt;br /&gt;(The following events are in English. Bagi yang ga ngerti: &lt;s&gt;sukurin&lt;/s&gt; Usahakanlah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday August 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SUPPOSED (read: forced) to wait at 3rd floor for the arrival of the 2 Japanese transfer students (both girls) until the first bell before homeroom time. AND THEY DIDN'T. So my precious time to do mai homework was wasted. But it was a pretty good day anyway, because I went to Supermall after school, andI met Ryouihi, Mikiko, Yukie and Satsuki but on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday,&lt;/span&gt; appeared they did. So both of em were rather short for typical 9th graders, a bit fat &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*gomen* , &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and wearing black and white uniform (goth alert?). Their names were Hirota and Kurumi, and the latter was coparatively cuter than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday the 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya tiba juga pada hari yang telah dinanti-nanti: NGINEP di sekolah! mwaha! Ini dalam rangka pembukaan Student Council ( ato biar ga repot kita sebut saja OSIS), dan gua bagian dari Komite Buku Tahunan! Jadi merupakan tugas gua membuat foto tmen2 gua se-kreji dan se-autis mungkin (mohon petunjuknya Big &lt;a href="http://www.benablog.com/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt;)Kemarin2 gua rada panikan soalnya di rumah kaga ada kasur guling ato sleeping bag, jadi nyokap gua beliin waktu hari kamis. wuih PW abis kalo tidur diatasnya. Anyways gua &lt;s&gt;mengungsi&lt;/s&gt; nongkrong di sekolah en suruh supir pulangin barang yang ga perlu, soalnya males gua bolak-balik rumah, buang bensin &gt;:P. Anyways, Nagata ngijinin gua mandi di rumah dia asal gua ikut dia ke supermall beli makanan bentar, along with Haruo and Mizuki. beli makanan, terus waktu gua iseng2 beli cemilan dr BreadTalk, eh ketemu ama si Masahiro ama pacarnya (awwwww). Ok, terus udah balik, gua siapin alat (saun sistem) di tempat kami bakalan ngumpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arisa, sang ketua OSIS "Megawati": Udah nyala belom mikenya?&lt;br /&gt;gua: laaaaaadiiiiiduuudeeeedooooo (bernyanyi sambil bergontaganti mic sampai ada satu yang nyala)&lt;br /&gt;Arisa: Terus nyanyi ya, sampe nyala....thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah, mau diapain, lagi, gua nyanyi terus layaknya Glen Fredly nyanyi ke penonton. Untung ga ada kaca yang pecah. Eniweis, abis itu kami semua ngumpul, ada salam dari sang presiden, terus diikuti doa, nyanyi lagu rohani, dan ceramah (semuanya gua ga dengerin karena lagi bengong), terus langsung ada games. Yang pertama, namanya Horses, Knights and Cavaliers. Pendek kata, kalo musiknya berhenti, kami yang semuanya berpasangan entah jadi Horses (yang satu jadi kuda en yang lain naikin tu 'kuda'), Knights (yang satu mangku yang lain), ato Cavaliers (yang satu gendong yang lain). Seru bukan main, ada temen gua yang mukanya merah kayak tomat gara2 kebanyakan ngegendong (kayak ngegendong karung beras aja).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan malam gua sedikit tradisional; Cap Cay, ayam goreng kering en TAHU BACEM. (ga penting banget sih). Gua ga makan banyak soalnya tadi udah makan satu piring penuh nasi ayam dari RiceBowl yang waktu itu dibeliin Nagata di Supermall, weee...WEEEE (ngikutin orang yang sakit tenggorokan di iklan Hexos)...uenak banget ampe kenyag, ntar kalo gua selesai puasa makan di situ ah...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sehabis itu, saat yang gua sudah gatal2 nungguin, SCAVENGER HUNT! Kami dibentuk tim, dibagi per Komite plus satu wali angkatan (class representative maksud gua, ya gua tau BIndo gua jelek). Kocak tenan lah pokoknya, mulai dari berpose ala Charlie's Angels, extreme narcissm satu tim, manjat pohon, cewe ke toilet cowo en sebaliknya (semuanya difoto), sampe harus masukin kepala ke gawang basket dari bawah. Nah yang ini gua yang ngelakuin, dan karena kita ga bisa pake alat bantu, terpaksa harus bikin formasi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piramida. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dan gua yang paling atas. karena takut jatuh, ade kelas pada pegangin tangan gua. Dan gua masih kaya orang bego kegemetaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(nama disamarkan, opkors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie(pegang tangan kiri): pelan-pelan woi, jangan goyang-goyang!&lt;br /&gt;Ika(pegang tangan kanan): Santai yog santai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mitsuwa(mangku gua dari pundak): Hngggggh *menahan sakit*&lt;br /&gt;Eri: tahan, tahan! *ngefoto*&lt;br /&gt;gua: hmbhbrbrrrbrh *sambil gemetaran dan menahan sakit punggung yang tiba2 encok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SL5_g2n6G3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/2N5rOafTVGo/s1600-h/140468077_e0a4b5788d_o_anonib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SL5_g2n6G3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/2N5rOafTVGo/s200/140468077_e0a4b5788d_o_anonib.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241767218701278066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah seru sih seru tapi sakit juga punggung gua...gua ogah dah kalo disuruh kaya gitu lagi...hehehe. Kita udah ngerangkum poin banyak juga, tapi pada akhirnya kita cuma juara kedua. =/ abis itu ada waktu buat siapin presentasi obejktif setiap komite, blahblahblahblah....abis itu gua (kayaknya) yang pertama tewas di ruang tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis bangun setelah mimpi yang sedikit ga jelas, mandi, sarapan, presentasi, blablabla...abis itu boleh pulang...tapi sebelumnya gua ke mall dulu, maen V4...mwahahah. Disana ada rekor baru: Onihime dapet A! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(autobass)&lt;/span&gt; dan Herring Roe surpaip berkali-kali. abis makan, baru bener-bener pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, that's it for today. Gua besok ada business test, jadi doain &lt;s&gt;fail&lt;/s&gt; sukses ya...I'll work on another entry tomorrow. Smell ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-225671054663334503?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/225671054663334503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=225671054663334503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/225671054663334503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/225671054663334503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-here-cometh-september.html' title='And here cometh September.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SL5_hKYoxvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ihZPYNkSafo/s72-c/1206940491972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-2302759053737685497</id><published>2008-08-23T15:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:07:34.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Day</title><content type='html'>Halo halo, gua niatnya mulai abis makan tapi gua nonton DVD &lt;s&gt;asli&lt;/s&gt; bajakan WANTED ama Cloverfield. Dua2nya oke punya, yang satu keren abis yang satunya lagi bikin ngeri.  Hari ini gua ga bakalan emana2 jadi doain ya supaya gua ada dorongan &lt;s&gt;hawa nafsu&lt;/s&gt; semangat biar bisa kerjain pr seikhlas2nya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya gua mengucapkan selamat &lt;s&gt;hari raya idul fitri&lt;/s&gt; buat bang &lt;a href="http://www.benablog.com/"&gt;Bena&lt;/a&gt; dan pacarnya si &lt;a href="http://shortminded.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bey&lt;/a&gt;, yang telah melepaskan kejombloannya beberapa hari yang lalu. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MANA GILIRANKUUUU!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt; Anyways selamat yak, semoga awet dan lancar, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, hari ini gua mau ngomong tentang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: gua akan campur2 between Indo and English, so yang ga bisa Inggris, &lt;s&gt;sukurin&lt;/s&gt; minta orang terjemahin ato apa gih. MWAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WEEKLY NOTEBOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_X99iLj4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/3B-_gYXrppA/s1600-h/IMG00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_X99iLj4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/3B-_gYXrppA/s320/IMG00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237642351145095042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Diary, hari ini gua pergi untuk kembali"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhubung otak gua terlalu banyak informasi sehingga kalo divisualisasikan udah kayak kapa Titanic ancur, mau g mau harus ditulis supaya ga lupa. Daripada bilang agenda (yang bikin gua enek soalnya tiap taun gua dapet agenda gratis skul punya yang promosi abis2an, hoek), mending bilang notebook mingguan aja de, lebih ga kecium bau sekolahnya...wekekek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ini spesial punya karena ini notebook yang Yukiko (best pren gua, nama disamarkan) kasih ke gua waktu suit sepentin tepat 2 minggu yang lalu. Gua memang jadi rajin makenya soalnya kalo dipegang empuk2 enak gimana gitu (awas pikiran haram) en kertasnya juga enak &lt;s&gt;dimakan&lt;/s&gt; dicium (dasar kutu buku).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tidak ada hal gila dan autis yang tak tercatat. Berikut sebuah kejadian yang berhasil dicatat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senin, 11 Agustus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, memang beda. Biasanya tradisi angkatan gua itu kalo ada yang ultah, hari itu juga (kalo libur, berarti hari sekolah berikutnya) bawa kue. Nah, kasus gua beda, karena yang dibawa bukan kue blackforest maupun strawberry chees cake atau juga tiramisu cake, tapi MARTABAK. Yap, martabak keju dan coklat yang kalo dipotong tebelnya 6 senti (!), pas buat mengawali hari2 yang pahit dengan yang manis &lt;s&gt;(kayak muka gua)&lt;/s&gt;. Ga ada 20 menit sudah habis iserbu satu kelas (meskipun cuma ada 12 kelas buat homeroom. rakus juga yak....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selasa, 19 Agustus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gua makan martabak manis coklat (bukan yang sama kaya tadi) 3 biji. Walhasil, waktu kelas business gua jadi tertawa ga karuan, melontarkan sepatah dua kata yang sarkastik dan garing segaring2nya. Pada klimaksnya, gua memutuskan begitu bel akhir pelajaran berbunyi, gua kayang di atas meja yang kosong. And, ladies and gentleman, I did. YEAH! another autistic act scored! (take THAT, &lt;a href="http://untoldstorynumberone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa karena umurnya baru 2 minggu, skian saja, ntar gua kabarin lagi kalo notebooknya sudah tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_X-FzOHkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/exb7DpB3_YU/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_X-FzOHkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/exb7DpB3_YU/s320/IMG00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237642353364049474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap, gua juga gila potret, makanya pada suatu hari gua dibeliin merek CANON EOS 400D. Kecil, nyaman en kualitas oke punya. Semenjak saat itu tingkat narsisme mulai meningkat dengan tajam dan menghawatirkan. Setiap ada temen yang ulang tahun, tugas langsung memanggil untuk beraksi, diantara lain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_qqFLn_WI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KgRkSYyTVs4/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_qqFLn_WI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KgRkSYyTVs4/s200/IMG_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237662900321516898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_qqW-BqFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TNtowf8XRyk/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_qqW-BqFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TNtowf8XRyk/s200/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237662905096317010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_qqmXoLrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b2zS8ElNcNE/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_qqmXoLrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b2zS8ElNcNE/s200/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237662909230231218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pic no 2: Tebak gua dimana hayo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak, saat itulah selera fotografi gua mulai meningkat (cieilah) dan makin banyak kenangan bisa disimpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LAPTOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_X-UlEV0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o5IBuEBEq8g/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_X-UlEV0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o5IBuEBEq8g/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237642357331220290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YESSSSSS akhirnya gua berhasil mendapat sebuah table PC, sesuai impian gua!(T__Tv). bisa touch screen, 2 GB RAM, 150 GB HDD, processor 1.67 Hz, webcam imut pulak. tambah lagi kenarsisan gua. tambah sombong juga, jadi tambah perlu dijitakin kalo mulai norak. pokoknya muai sekarang, makin enak dibawa2 buat nyatet di lapangan ato iseng gambar ato narsisan jika tak ada kamera. makin gokil jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for today, I guess. I completely forgot tht I have to spare some few paragraphs written in English, so here's the paragraph I promised :P. And it's a short one at that, cos I have nothing more to say. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-2302759053737685497?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2302759053737685497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=2302759053737685497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/2302759053737685497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/2302759053737685497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-day.html' title='The Next Day'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK_X99iLj4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/3B-_gYXrppA/s72-c/IMG00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-9167137408096237625</id><published>2008-08-22T23:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:53:36.814+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A secret!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7u4bJYRwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F9k0h_0zVhE/s1600-h/IMG00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7u4bJYRwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F9k0h_0zVhE/s320/IMG00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237386069805647618" 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/2482189468486505987-9167137408096237625?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/9167137408096237625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=9167137408096237625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/9167137408096237625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/9167137408096237625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret.html' title='A secret!!!'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7u4bJYRwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F9k0h_0zVhE/s72-c/IMG00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-4448543791791404510</id><published>2008-08-22T23:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:45:27.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mark of an eternal jomblo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7s9bFPM_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bwA3l9uvo9s/s1600-h/Capture3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7s9bFPM_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bwA3l9uvo9s/s320/Capture3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237383956664366066" 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/2482189468486505987-4448543791791404510?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4448543791791404510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=4448543791791404510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-1043364074871591658</id><published>2008-08-22T22:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:37:53.607+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New looks, new blablablas.</title><content type='html'>Waduh gilak gua ga pernah update blog teratur akhir-akhir ini ya, mungkin gara2 IB menyedot kesenangan jiwa mudaku dengan PR dan PR lagi dan PR lagi dan PR lagi dan PR lagi……(when will this end? T___T) So, sebagai balasan gua udah lama ga ngeblog, I'll let y'all peek a little bit of this…..  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;THE WIZARD OF OZ&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p   style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11pt;"&gt;Yeah , you might've heard about this when you were all little itty bitty babies or even still nonexistent, but this little movie here is going to be dramatized by my school! Before the &lt;s&gt;school got bombed&lt;/s&gt; Grade  11 ended, the Performing Arts department issued auditions for this play. So I took my chances and hoped that I get a part as &lt;s&gt;a tree or a rock&lt;/s&gt; something significant. So, armed with above average vocal ability enough to send people to the hospital and some shreds of confidence I auditioned...for the Wizard of Oz himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in;"&gt;And I succeeded. Not that I'm gonna wear some sorta funky looking pointy hat with a gaudy wizard robe...heck, I don't even have the slightest idea what my costume's gonna be. But oh well, at any rate, I look sexy as a wizard anytime. MWAHA. The real show's not due till net year though, so lounge around and wait for more updates! I'm still at the very early stages of rehearsal sih....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S**t,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm geting bored, I guess I'll have to wrap it up for today. Dilanjutin besok biar lebih semangat dan lebih &lt;s&gt;autis&lt;/s&gt; keren....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7q1YxFEJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nkspqFK60TU/s1600-h/1192106811127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7q1YxFEJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nkspqFK60TU/s320/1192106811127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381619580735634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7q1SXTJpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6rik1BppLzI/s1600-h/1197909472747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7q1SXTJpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6rik1BppLzI/s320/1197909472747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381617861994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-1043364074871591658?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1043364074871591658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=1043364074871591658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/1043364074871591658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/1043364074871591658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-looks-new-blablablas.html' title='New looks, new blablablas.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SK7q1YxFEJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nkspqFK60TU/s72-c/1192106811127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-910302434699935388</id><published>2008-08-11T21:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:00:38.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate delaying myself.</title><content type='html'>You guessed it, and I hate myself for this. I was determined to post an entry the day after my birthday, August 9, but I eventually made an asshole of myself and delaying it at a work night like this. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right it's my birthday. At exactly 12:00 my good friend Mikiko shouted happy birthday on MSN, along with Yukiko 12 minutes later (although I went offline before that time and read her message when I woke up). When I did wake up, my family said happy birthday (including my cousin who routinely stayed at my house on weekends), and the text messages came by, from my friends and from my cousins. I also checked Facebook, and there were happy birthday walls to me as well, all of which I replied them, short and sweet, saying thank you in a different language to each of them, the linguamaniac I am (hey, that's a new word right there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 6 P.M. we wen to the desired place to celebrate my 17th birthday, specifically at F Bar in e.X. On my way, I shockingly found out that Hayato and Mitsunobu were already at e.X. (but not at the venue) about an hour earlier, and they said they're playing some pool before the party. And on top of that I find Akemi to arrive here earlier as well because her mother insisted her so. Alas, I told her to wander off at Kinokuniya for a while until I arrive at the reastaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did, I asked Hayato and Mitsunobu to come up and Akemi as well, and they both arrive not too long after. One by one they started coming, some of them with gifts, some of them offering handshakes and hugs, and so I ushered them to the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full list of who's invited,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is for who came, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; is for who did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Naoki, Ara, Ryouichi, Mitsunobu, Yasuhiro,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Masahiro,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tatsuo, Hatsu, Nagata, Tenjin, Kazuaki, Yukiko, Arisa, Mikiko,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sayaka, Miyuki, Hitomi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Rie, Akemi,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Maria, Aiko,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yukie, Misaki,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Satsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For those who came, I thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoyed yourselves, because if you do, then I will greatly enjoy myself as well. For those of you who can't or didn't come, 1) I appreciate your reasons why, and it's OK. 2) Too bad, no free food and drinks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great despite how classy it looks, and everybody had fun, save for the chilling AC that made people order seconds (for free, of course. HA! :P). And oh, I got presents! Yukiko bought me this weekly agenda/notebook for me, made with fine quality paper that even smells nice (in its own way)....but I loved it less than I loved you (AS A FRIEND) for giving it to me, so thanks! And then Nagata gave me this set of paper stickies that were really interesting, and I love him for that too :P. And then (I think) Rie gave me a canister of photo frame edges that look really nostalgic, perfect for my values photos. And I think (again) Ara gave me some gift vouchers. Off to Kinokuniya I go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with a broad smile. I have great friends, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-910302434699935388?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/910302434699935388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=910302434699935388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/910302434699935388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/910302434699935388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-delaying-myself.html' title='I hate delaying myself.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-4754087728036569934</id><published>2008-07-31T22:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:09:26.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last First Day of School in SPH</title><content type='html'>Finally, an update after an incredibly long holiday absence. When it comes to holidays, I'm as lazy as I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31st July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night I slept as if I have never slept at the first place. I had a new driver, and guess what? I'm riding on a GAY-BLUE HONDA JAZZ!! OH JOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the school grounds, and it's just orange bricks and green doors and white hallways and orange bricks again. How I love it. I took a peek at the class list, and it consists of these people (nama disamarkan):  Yasuhiro,  Hiroyama,  Isao, me, Kazuaki,   Seiji, Chisame, Kumiko, Megumi, Satsuki, Kaede, and last but not least, Arisa, our new Megawati/Hillary Clinton of Student Council. A small class of 12, but I guarantee the noise level is equal to what 24 people make. Truth be told, the thought of me being in one homeroom with Satsuki seemed inconceivable, but it happened. My friends, be careful what you wish for next time; they might come true the moment you look away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I had new teachers for English and Physics. I did get a new one for Bahasa Indonesia, but apparently not the teacher who's new to the school. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Steven Poindexter for English. Apparently the first African-American SPH staff,he resembles Mr. Lance too much for it to be true. Strict but scarily humorous, I say he's quite the right teacher that we need in times like these (in terms of getting ready for May exams), but the English class will surely miss Ms. Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu Sheila Dharmadi for Physics. Met her before when assisting our late Mr. Graham, she's my homeroom teacher as well. She makes it clear and simple for us to grasp the concepts easily, but she lacks further insight. heck, who needs insight at standard level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last 2 periods was some sort of MOS, although not the one you see everyday. Here we attempt to pre-empt the Olympic Games which starts ONE DAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY, and each grade from 7 thru 12 represents a country very rarely heard of in a specific continent. My grade was Oceania, and I represent Vanuatu (go ask your nearest geography victims where the hell it is). We had a couple of games, and I participated in shooting a piece of Milo cereal using a straw and aiming for the target's mouth, who is sadly covered from head to waist with shaving cream. and what's even more beautiful, the water in the gymnasium, where the events are held, had a water shortage. YAYS. I missed all of my shots, though. I should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what a great last first day of school! I expect greater amounts of insanity and chaos, so I wish to utilize my time to the fullest, this year being my last at SPH. I'll be shitting orange bricks by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-4754087728036569934?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4754087728036569934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=4754087728036569934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/4754087728036569934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/4754087728036569934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-first-day-of-school-in-sph.html' title='The Last First Day of School in SPH'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-5679435330640347686</id><published>2008-05-14T19:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:03:19.829+07:00</updated><title type='text'>OneNote rules. And rocks.</title><content type='html'>So I tried OneNote today and I am just blown away to the farthest galaxy *lebay* on the awesomeness of Microsoft OneNote. It saves hard disk space and saves time wasted on searching for documents, you can type anywhere, and lots of other cool stuff. Even record audio or video! Even take screenshots! Oh yeah, its reaaaally good. This is very sexy for someone who needs some help with organization like moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari yang pendek berarti gua gak bisa cerita banyak. Tapi ada sih kejadian yang sedikit menyesakkan, kalo emang dugaan gua bener. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*emangnya peramal*&lt;/span&gt; . Jadi waktu kelas belajar-sendiri-sendiri-dengan-"diam", gua duduk di sebelah Mai Tsukamoto, Sayaka Yomitani ama Hitomi Okitama. Si Satsuki Kurahara ama Misa Hasebe mau duduk berdua di meja dobel di sebelah kiri gua. Waktu gua ngomong ama si Sayaka soal Business, kayaknya yang gua denger, si Misa nawarin Satsuki duduk di bagian kanan, biar kami duduknya berdekatan, gitu. Terus si Satsuki gak mau, akhirnya Misa yang di kanan, Satsuki di kiri. Gua tau ini asbun cuma ini menandakan bahwa Satsuki masih jijieun ma gua. Jadi gua hampir depresi lagi (untung gua ga jadi emo.). yah begitulah hidup mesti SABARRRR. Entah ampe kapan dah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-5679435330640347686?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5679435330640347686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=5679435330640347686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/5679435330640347686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/5679435330640347686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/05/onenote-rules-and-rocks.html' title='OneNote rules. And rocks.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-6551258108135242071</id><published>2008-05-12T20:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:52:52.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday. Yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SChZocV3QlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SMpj0RBThDo/s1600-h/1174120752307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SChZocV3QlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SMpj0RBThDo/s320/1174120752307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199504321136771666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SChZKcV3QkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6E-o3flEwOo/s1600-h/1199347005774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SChZKcV3QkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6E-o3flEwOo/s320/1199347005774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199503805740696130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the rules still apply, I'll alternate between English and Indo on each paragraph =P. So anyways, I got a lil' bit late because of some HRM issues on person logistics, so then my mother drove me to school. By extreme luck I was able to set foot on the lobby of my school exactly 7 seconds before the morning bell rang. Oh wow. I realized there weren't many people in homeroom this morning; maybe they're still suffering cos of EE. Pity them. I already finished. Today. at 12:30 AM. That's why I slept on the way back home ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua akan susah ngelupain kejadian yang sangat autis waktu period IT tadi. Yang mulai sih si Mitsunobu Sekiguchi, maklumlah orangnya aneh bin ajaib. Jadi sebelum bel kelasnya bunyi dimatiin lampu kamar labkom semuanya terus kita semua sembunyi di kolong meja kaya mo siap gerilya. Gua ama si Mikiko Kurozawa cuma berdiri  di satu tempat yang gak kelihatan waktu ngintip dari jendela di pintu masuknya. Sayangnya, gua nih orangnya bakal jadi hantu penasaran kalo wafat, jadi gua penasaran ngintip apa ada Pak Ben apa kaga. Mungkin gara2 gua ngintip itu jadi ketauan, jadi ya dia buka pintu, nyalain lampu, ngomong "crazy(edan kalian)" terus kita semua keluar dari persembunyian sambil nyanyi lagu ulang tahun, padahal udah jelas2 hari Senin yang penuh keluhan dan umpatan karena males sekolah bukan ultahnya. Halaaaah. Angkatan gua emang edan2 semua kadang2. Dan dari semua yang edan2 gua satu2nya yang layak mendapat gelar Si Autis Tulen *kegeeran*. Ada sih autis satu lagi, si Ara Wakkanai, tapi kayaknya bahkan dia gak akan bisa ngebandingin gua deh *geer lagi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on break time I decided to be an economist and cut my breakfast costs by bringing last night's martabak from home. No, not the one deep-fried with meat and duck eggs, the sweet one, with excessive butter and even more excessive chocolate sprinkles. I also bought last night's kerak telor, from a street vendor in Tanah Abang, and I thought I was gonna save it for lunch, but then at lunch time I decide It's better if I just eat it at home as an evening snack. Oh well. Also, it seems that Naoki Akimoto was so pissed at someone today, he looks like he can box out with Mike Tyson anytime, so I decided to back off before he accidentally unleashes his mushroom cloud on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain kejadian autis di labkom, ga banyak yang terjadi. Gua habis nonton uber cup dan menyesal, kenapa Indonesia lawan Belanda, udah "kayak garuk pantat" (Yagami Sechibaru) aja buat kita. :P Bagi yang mengerti cara diagram venn bekerja, tolongin gua. Soalnya meskipun guru mat kita yang tercinta gak masuk hari ini, masih ada kemungkinan gua ada tes probability, dan ada 3 bagian yang dia belum jelasin ke kelas gua. Stress. Udah gitu ada esai latihan Inggris buat persiapan exam 2 MINGGU LAGIIII ZOMGWTFBBQGRILL *disiram pake ember* Ah betapa bahagianya kehidupan seorang murid IB....mana kehiupan asmara lagi ancur2nya, oh hebat sekali. Gua harus tahan, karena kalo gua ga tahan dan bersabar, ntar tahan BAB ato kencing aja gak becus.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-6551258108135242071?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6551258108135242071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=6551258108135242071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6551258108135242071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6551258108135242071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-yay.html' title='Monday. Yay.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SChZocV3QlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SMpj0RBThDo/s72-c/1174120752307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-6315645276935696817</id><published>2008-05-09T19:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:14:38.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday: No frying pans today.</title><content type='html'>As my (technically) first blog entry, I decided that I'm gonna switch between Indo and English for each paragraph, so the paragraph after this is gonna be in Indo. I know this sounds autistic but that's just jolly good for me. Muahuahuahuahua. Okay, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ini supir gua telat lagi.....padahal orang kan biasanya bilang TGIF: Thank God It's Friday alias Amin Udah Hari Jumat, tapi walhasil gua hampir telat dengan perbedaan 3 menit kurang...whew. Hari ini ulang tahun si Naohisa Wara &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*ehemnamadisamarkanehem*) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, dan saking kayanya dia (dasar anak Tanah Abang) bawa bukan cuma satu tapi DUA kue buat dilahap siapa saja yang lapar karena mati kebosanan ato yang tak-bernyawa-hingga-dikasi-yang-manis-manis. Seperti biasa, si Amami Motomiya tidak hadir di momen-momen menegangkan dimana lapsian paling luar kue keju yang dalamnya dikasi semacam Oreo akan berciuman dengan gigi pisau plastik khusus pemotong kue. Padahal 2 tahun yang lalu, saat kami semua masih naif dan bejat, ia termasuk prajurit MaHaSaPu&lt;br /&gt;(Makan laHap Sampe Puas) yang amat setia dan berbakti; kami sebagai prajurit yang bangga akan meng"kaca"kan mata hingga guru kami bersedia membolehkan kita melahap dan menyerbu dua makanan kesayangan kami: MIE GORENG dan MIE KUAH (tanpa kuah tentunya, kalo pake, bakalan repot dibawa2). Yah, terserah dialah mau ngapain, gua sih males ngurusin orang....ohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later, after all of us had some yummy cake and a relatively happy tummy, our English teacher lifted our prison sentence known as homework (also under the pseudonym of schoolwork), because she shared with us the sympathy of preparing for Extended Essay which is due NEXT MONDAY (*screams in background*) and a math test THE NEXT DAY (*chokes self in BG*). After a while Kimura Ijuuin played with his "special" lighter, which did this really awesome thing of shotting out a flame with a whopping height of 15 cm (normal lighters go as far as 5 cm). Then our teacher had an idea; what happens when some kinda gas is sprayed when the lighter was lighted? And so the tried. I kept at a safe distance of roundabout 2 or 3 m, and it *sort of* worked after a few trials. I mean, the gas was visible and all, and it made this sorta whooshing sound, BUT! as a consequence, the whole room got very odorous by this...gas that's sorta stinging my nose very uncomfortably, and thus we searched for a breath of fresh air by opening the door and windows XP (Xtra Pronto). A couple of minutes later Yagami Sechibaru decided to play this text-twisting game ( I forgot the name) as a sign of temporarily abandoning ship the assignment that was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktunya makan siang, dan gua makan katsudon dari vendor yang jual makanan Jepang. katsunya digoreng sembari dengan telor, jadi kayaknya telornya dikocok terus dicampur ama katsunya, abis itu digoreng. Enak sih enak, cuma gak bikin sepenuhnya kenyang dan oh teganya mereka dengan dagingnya; tipis banget katsunya, udah gitu kecil lagi, belum lagi harganya ga sepenuhnya setara ama kualitasnya! halaah. tapi ga papa , yang penting kenyang dan hati senang, tralalala. Maen badminton, abis itu MATIMATIka, yang mempelajari kemungkinan bahwa Toshihiro Mori akan telat dateng dalam jangka waktu sekiansekiansekian untuk masuk ke kelas, yang akhirnya tak terwujud, dan ia datang tepat waktu dengan seragam *lumayan* rapi. Kebetulan hari ini ade kelas kita sedang menangis minta pulang karena terjebak di cengkraman Puncak yang disamarkan dengan aktivitas bernama 'Retreat', walhasil kami, anak Grade 11, secara teknis menjadi penguasa seluruh sekolah dari hari rabu sampai hari ini! Ah, indahnya dunia tanpa adik kelas yang terlalu sering menyebalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here, back at my humble abode, after eating a portion of my favorite indomie goreng, waiting for my lil brother and Ma to come back home from the salon. So I guess that's that, that and that then this to that and that. Smell ya all later; im doing some salsa with my EE tonight, which is honestly the most s**tiest assignment so far, second only to final exams, roundabout 365 days after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SCRN6G5xNGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0ATVX54xBoY/s1600-h/1178423484688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SCRN6G5xNGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0ATVX54xBoY/s320/1178423484688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198365530573059170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards from the schizophrenically psychotic AND autistic retard,&lt;br /&gt;Yoga Pradana A.K.A. DrVoltsPerSecond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-6315645276935696817?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6315645276935696817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=6315645276935696817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6315645276935696817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/6315645276935696817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-no-frying-pans-today.html' title='Friday: No frying pans today.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SCRN6G5xNGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0ATVX54xBoY/s72-c/1178423484688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482189468486505987.post-8623069052185976310</id><published>2007-09-03T22:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:45:32.808+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hooo boy.</title><content type='html'>Waht do we have here? It's my first ever blog I've ever written in this blog space! yayness! this is like, "sooooo super!" -Big Gay Al (Okay, you can stop the gayness now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, this blogspace was created in addition to another group blog space that I had to do as part of my English assessment, but since I can only write one entry per week, I decided to make another one, which is, here, to cover up my boredom in using the Internet (thank goodness they opened up my bandwidth again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this a pathetically brief entry, but just 12 seconds ago I yawned with a mouth as big as a fist( well, almost...maybe) and I need to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2482189468486505987-8623069052185976310?l=electrosecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8623069052185976310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2482189468486505987&amp;postID=8623069052185976310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/8623069052185976310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2482189468486505987/posts/default/8623069052185976310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://electrosecond.blogspot.com/2007/09/hooo-boy.html' title='hooo boy.'/><author><name>Dr Voltspersecond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098162351657217260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W54ouZHTFHE/SkN8PgjSMOI/AAAAAAAAANU/Pw6xg6at870/S220/2636_62884497083_549807083_1685598_6647987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
