tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48641673829188843212024-03-19T18:56:20.816+07:00Another place to spillThere's so much to stand from this crazy little mindKhairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-7445850783277466422011-10-02T14:49:00.000+07:002011-10-02T14:49:15.785+07:00First of all, I definitely need some mind therapy.<br />
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Writing is on the top off my list.<br />
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My mind is sooo full with random things which I need to spill out to avoid stress. Current school life is harder than ever. Trust me, senior year sucks. Lucky you who are still in the first or second grade, you still have a lot of time enjoying high school. Exams exams and exams along with those stack of assignments. It';s not that I'm not used to, I'm more than just 'used to'. Deadline is my friend and procrastinating is my habit. But in the end, I was always able to make it. Now it's different. The teachers are giving us more and more tasks and exams are ten times harder especially biology. I failed on the first exam, and failed again at the remedy. And for the second chapter, I sucks. Seems like I'm gonna fail again.<br />
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It really sucks. I never failed in biology before. Don't dare to say I don't study. I study really hard, I read and read and read and I made a mind map, re-read it, answered ALL the questions the books provide, study together with friends and still suck at the D-day. It disappoint me.<br />
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And I'm also having second thought about choosing pharmacy.<br />
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I don't wanna waste my 4-years-college for something I'm not really into. Like the other people, I want to follow my passion, do what I want, work happily, and so on. My cousin, Adis, was a former college student for University of Indonesia, faculty of pharmacy. She was there for two years and dropped herself out. Said it's not her thing and chose to transfer to IKJ. Being a violist is her dream and now she's shining there.Tante Yani, a lecturer of pharmacy UI even told me that if I wanna choose pharmacy, it's better to choose ITB. UI is having some problems with pharmacy.<br />
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I wanna follow my passion; writing. I wanna be a journalist, a writer, a novelist, I wanna work as an editor.<br />
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That's all, then. Though I still have a lot to write about, I need to study for math exam tomorrow.Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-4245525266960307982011-03-30T18:57:00.002+07:002011-03-30T18:57:34.280+07:00<blockquote><b>ku suka dirinya, mungkin aku sayang<br />
namun apakah mungkin, kau menjadi milikku<br />
kau pernah menjadi , menjadi miliknya<br />
namun salahlah aku, bila ku pendam rasa ini</b></blockquote>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-11258114698870201402011-03-03T19:30:00.004+07:002011-03-03T19:31:44.763+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>It's really funny to watch people fall in love. Funnier to watch yourself do so <i><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">♥</span></span></i></b></span></div>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-76557967893979384052011-01-28T20:46:00.002+07:002011-01-28T20:46:55.601+07:00Someday We'll Knowby Mandy Moore ft Jon Foreman<br />
from A Walk To Remember<br />
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Ninety Miles outside Chicago<br />
Can't stop driving, I don't know why<br />
So many questions need an answer<br />
Two years later you're still on my mind<br />
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Whatever happen to Amelia Earhart?<br />
Who holds the stars up in the sky?<br />
Is true love just once in a lifetime?<br />
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?<br />
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Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain<br />
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue<br />
<b>Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you</b><br />
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Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?<br />
Or what the wind says when she cries?<br />
I'm speeding by the place that I met you<br />
For the 97th time tonight<br />
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Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain<br />
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue<br />
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you<br />
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)<br />
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Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah<br />
One day I'll go dancing on the moon<br />
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you<br />
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I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow<br />
And watched the stars crash in the sea<br />
If I could ask God just one question<br />
Why aren't you here with me tonight?<br />
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Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain<br />
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue<br />
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you<br />
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)<br />
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Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah<br />
One day I'll go dancing on the moon<br />
Someday you'll know that I was the one for youKhairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-28260176777579789492011-01-28T19:32:00.001+07:002011-01-28T20:41:03.795+07:00So far......Long time no updates, rite? Got a lot to do with my life. Huhhh.....my current crush is Nikratama Zakrie from Pesan Dari Bintang :3 he's such a gentle-man, boyish, cute, faithful bestfriend+sweet boyfriend, and mostly handsome (I think). Although he talks a lot, looks like he's way cooler than Diaz Hanafiah, one of my most favorite character :p Best of all is that he fits very well with Inez Hanafiah, his former bestfriend-turned-to-be-his-wife. Their story can be called as....bittersweet. The way Niki gave his whole attention only for Inez, how anxious Inez when Niki got hurts, when they broke up because Niki felt that Inez wouldn't be safe with him, even when he proposed in the hospital. They both have been through a lot, Niki the-good-guy turned out to be a jerky playboy, Inez was almost -----, Niki's brother killing threat, Inez' brother's denial of their relationship......and still ended up together. How sweet :3<br />
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<blockquote>I save the curly one for my wife</blockquote>I'm so glad that finally the two got married :D their story's even sweeter than Diaz & Sisy's u,u<br />
Sitta Karina is beyond amazing, her imagination is way further than anybody else. Simple, but developed in a very good way (y) each of the character is strong, Diaz, Sisy, Chris, Austin, Inez, Niki...., and she difines each of them very well in a very attractive description. Man, you really got to read her books :D<br />
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Enough with my imaginary crush. My real one is.......still the same. The story? Not quite different with the previous one. Still the same guy, same jerky-guy hahaha I'm not being hypocrite that I said that I'm over him but now when I got more chance, I took it. Honestly, I don't really know about my true feeling. I asked myself for so many times. I told myself that we're done and I should get over it/ But have I really? I guess I haven't -_____-"<br />
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But I'm smart enough to learn from past experience. The broken heart part, I mean. If he's nice to me, we can be friends. If he stays away for me, he's free to do that. If he does something beyond usual, it's just....not-a-thing. One of my best friends told me not to get too close to him. I don't know what's his perspective, guy's perspective? I don't know, maybe he just don't want me to get crushed by anything that could possibly happen. He also warned me that whatever he does, he might do that from his own advantages. I really respect his points more than anything.<br />
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Everytime he texts me, asking about what I'm doing, I still feel that sparks. Not as much as I felt in the past, quite less, though. I'm honest this time cause I'd be lying if I said I had no hard feelings on him. But spark is just spark, without his texts, doesn't make any differents. Hmm....I'm just wondering what keeps me hold on to him, there's plenty of guys, better than him. What happened between us it's not anybody's fault. It simply cites that we're not meant together, and that's it. Huh, the strongest part from feeling is that we can't control it, rite?Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-19025301235522681132010-12-26T16:27:00.001+07:002010-12-29T12:32:56.272+07:00Sweet Sixteen!Last 24 December prolly the sweetest birthday I've ever been in :D<br />
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Jadi awalnya tuh cuma ada acara makan-makan sama keluarga besar. Kan gue peringkat pertama di kelas, jadi bokap nyokap mau ngerayain ulang tahun. Pas tanggal 24-nya pada ke rumah tuh sodara-sodara, sekitar jam 10an. Nah jam 9 sebelum sodara pada dateng, ada yang manggil-manggil Puput di luar, pas gue keluar eh ada Mita Chiko & Iim. Mereka bawa kue blackforest dengan lilin angka 16. Terus kan mereka pada nyanyi, abis itu make a wish dan tiup lilin. Nah gue mau difoto sambil niup lilin, tapi si Iim...worst photographer ever -__- jadinya tiup lilin sampe berulang-ulang sampe dapet foto yang bagus.<br />
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Terus kita ngobrol-ngobrol tuh cerita-cerita, mereka pada ngucapin selamat ultah. Ngga lama Uji dateng. Habis itu sodara-sodara pda dateng, jadi kan mulai acaranya kita berdoa bareng-bareng gitu. Terus kan gue keluar, eh ada anak-anak Ipa 3, mereka bawa kue sambil nyanyi-nyanyi happy birthday. Ada Niva Diena Adhit Oki Meme Lintang Wiwit Rana Pandu Fakhri Mario Master. Mereka bawa kue yang sama persis sama yang dikasih Mita dkk, cuma bedanya lilinnya yang warna-warni banyak gitu bukan lilin angka. Terus kan pada nyanyi tiup lilin, habis itu make a wish dan tiup lilin.<br />
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Setelah tiup lilin kue nya diambil tuh tau-tau gue dibanjur (hm, dibanjur?) terigu sama Adhit. Baru mau ngejar Adhit eh ada yang mecahin telor di rambut gue. Anjrit banget itu mah terigu telor terigu telor lagi sampe kejar-kejaran di depan rumah. Tetangga sampe ngeliatin. Terus si Pandu nyiramin aqua gelas, nah udah lumayan tuh eh tau-tau licin gitu perih kena mata, taunya si Pandu nyiramin Sunsilk. Sangat ngga penting -___- Terus foto-foto dulu kan dengan rambut bau ngga jelas. Abis itu gue tinggal mandi deh anak-anak, sampe keramas tiga kali baru bisa ilang bau telornya. Terus kan potong kue, makan-makan habis itu foto-foto lagi.<br />
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Terus cowo-cowo solat Jumat, pokoknya kita ngobrolin macem-macem, keketawaan, gosip macem-macem. Anak-anak kan pada belum pernah ke rumah gue, terus pada takut ketauan gitu takut surprise nya kacau. Jadi cowo-cowo yang bawa motor tuh motornya digiring coba ga dinyalain mesinnya dari masih jauh supaya ga ketauan gue. Malahan si Pandu parkir di Kemiku u__u sampe jam 2 tuh terus habis itu pada pulang.<br />
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Setelah temen-temen pulang kan terus ngobrol-ngobrol sama sodara. Pada ngasih kado, lumayan dapet 400rb :D<br />
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Well, I'll post the pictures later, the connection is getting down and down.<br />
Over all, that was the greatest surprises I've ever got. Can't stop saying thanks, love you guys <3Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-16602150674575275902010-12-21T20:30:00.000+07:002010-12-21T20:30:51.031+07:00The charismatic Prince Dastan ♥I know it's kinda late for watching Prince of Persia just now. But seriously, it was the greatest action fantasy movie so far (y) The storyline is extremely interesting and the actions....perfectly stunning! Couldn't stop gasping along the movie.<br />
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Over all, Dastan got my attention so bad!!! He's....handsome? Not, he's not..really. Charming? Well, he's super strong, just like a true hero, an expert sword player, he didn't even bleed at all! he's a lil bit sweet to Tamina, and yea, can't find the right adjective to define him. He's not as handsome as Skandar Keynes nor as cute as Chord Overstreet, there's just something that makes him so charismatics ;P<br />
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Lemme give a spoiler about him. He was the son of Sharaman, king of Persia. Not biological son, actually. He lived in the empire with the king, Nizam (his uncle), and his brothers: Gravin and Tus. Prince Dastan led an attack to Alamut of which leader was Princess Tamina. The story was about the journey of Dastan and Tamina, trying to save the world from doomsday. In the end, Dastan and Tamina ended up together.<br />
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Well...., his name is Dastan. Such a beautiful name, isn't it? I'm really in love with the name!! Someday, I'm gonna name my son Dastan. What if... Muhammad Dastan? Hahahaha that will be decided later. Here are some pics from the movie:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Above all, can't wait for the sequel :D</div>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-44841435255776535102010-12-20T17:45:00.002+07:002010-12-20T17:51:07.595+07:00Cupcakes :3Hari ini full seharian main di rumah Alvi (y)<br />
Jadi niatnya kesana itu mau buat cupcakes karena Alvi pinter masak. Kesananya sama Agung. Di jalan tuh gue udah serem loh takut ditilang, gue ga pake helm, agung ga punya sim, lewat jalan baru, duit cuma gocap.....tapi untung ga ada polisi. Terus sampe sana ngobrol tuh ketawa-ketawa habis itu si Agung cabut latian baseball.<br />
Tinggal deh gue sama Alvi, buat cupcakes :D Sejauh itu lancar-lancar aja tuh ga ada yang keliahatannya berantakan, sampe waktu manggang.....udah lebih dari dua puluh menit tapi dalemnya masih basah dan kurang ngembang. Akhirnya ditunggu sampe lumayan dan itu lama banget. Eh ternyata bantet, bawahnya agak gosong, terus nempel di kertasnya -___-<br />
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Well, here they are .... :D<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqZttleaG-bysDcblf-pUMAuYbh27yT19HeXetP69E3kXysJqt5Ri-_22Gh1he0sTuWbigxyRmUsjqRSLMvDSBj0dFntaoM7CjYIZsTIkb0fuFmZPNKYGmbXWJXIpcK4P0mCUxt7NBkIt/s1600/20122010485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqZttleaG-bysDcblf-pUMAuYbh27yT19HeXetP69E3kXysJqt5Ri-_22Gh1he0sTuWbigxyRmUsjqRSLMvDSBj0dFntaoM7CjYIZsTIkb0fuFmZPNKYGmbXWJXIpcK4P0mCUxt7NBkIt/s320/20122010485.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Habis itu Agung dateng lagi, kita makan cupcake habis itu buat omelet untuk makan siang.<br />
Setelah makan siang, makan es krim sambil nonton fairy odd parents, terus pulang.<br />
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Seru deeeh, hope the next time we'll be able to make better ones <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">♥</span></span>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-84093019080063624162010-12-16T21:39:00.004+07:002010-12-21T21:20:18.928+07:00Friends' day out :DWell, this is just a quick update.<br />
Today I had a great day with my class! So, we went to Elos for watching movie together. And we watched.........<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The movie was superrr great! (y) The story was thrilling and exhilarating and Skandar Keynes was freakin awesome! I mean, who doesn't like Edmund? He's super duper cute <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">♥</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yD9F6_PZ0JPnQnt4manDs8TKrK0XS2eOdW0ScKVH8Itx0TBNwxAK04OSrxfpbhsajh5jNwKkQg-LaTmZsRh35GiEwRs3yukHhe-jJS9teJts6y9XmCsqqM2Rdv5TLYUs47O5FSXKqzDj/s1600/Skandar.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yD9F6_PZ0JPnQnt4manDs8TKrK0XS2eOdW0ScKVH8Itx0TBNwxAK04OSrxfpbhsajh5jNwKkQg-LaTmZsRh35GiEwRs3yukHhe-jJS9teJts6y9XmCsqqM2Rdv5TLYUs47O5FSXKqzDj/s320/Skandar.png" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Edmund Pevensie from The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian</div><br />
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Kenapa kesel? Kenapa tiba-tiba males? Kenapa gue gampang sekali bad mood? Uh -______- derita banget sih orang moody, gini-gini aja jadi masalah. Gua ga pundungan, cuma ya.........ish kesel banget tau ah, ga suka digituin .... :( males semales-malesnya. Sok banget sih dasar orang ter-sok-penting sedunia.Gue udah ga mikirin gengsi lagi kali kaya gitu, eh elu nya ga ngehargain.<br />
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Ah tau ah ngeselin, pergi aja sana ilang di gunung. eh tapi......<br />
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Live your own life ya, I'm living mine as well.Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-23124742303669130622010-12-11T20:14:00.005+07:002010-12-12T20:25:58.719+07:00Sam Evans♥Oh well...., I know one thing that pops in your mind when you read it; Who-is-he?<br />
Mmmmm this is the guy I've been so crazy about this week. The new kid on Glee which makes his first appearance on episode 'Audition', singing Billionaire with the glee guys. He has huge mouth (Puck said this), cute face, adorable laughter, blond hair, and.....something that makes him sort of charming ;p and definitely super voice (y)<br />
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Well take a look at these pictures below.<br />
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</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His real name is Chord Overstreet. Sounds like words instead of name, rite? He's 21 years old and plays a role as Sam Evans. A new transferred kid who joins the football team and becomes the temporary quarterback. At first, he was afraid that joining Glee club will ruin his reputation but then changed his mind after Finn forced him to. Kurt thought that Sam dyes his hair and assuming he's gay. Later Kurt asked Sam to team up with him for the duet competition. Sam said yes but Finn protest. He said that singing with Kurt will ruin Sam's rep. Sam said that Kurt is nice and he had no problems with gay dude. Once he walked away, he got slusheed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Quinn saw it and she helped him cleaning his face. At that moment, Sam fell in love with Quinn's pretty eyes and thought she's very nice. He tried to seduce Quinn with some jokes but left her unimpressed. The next day Kurt back off, telling Sam that he's not talented enough to team up with him. Later Sam asked Quinn to be his duet partner. When they were practicing, Sam tried to kiss Quinn which upset her and refused to sing with Sam. On the other side, Rachel and Finn are eager to lose the competition and they want Sam to win. Finn force Sam to fight for Quinn while Rachel tells Quinn that singing with Sam is her only shot to rehabilitate her image. Sam told Quinn that she might have to wear glasses to hide her pretty eyes whenever they're together, and re-asked her to sing together which she finally approved. They later sing Lucky....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So the two of them began dating. There are some sweet scenes and one quarrel of which cause is Sam saying his football couch's name when they were making out. At the episode 'Furt' Sam asked Quinn to be his girlfriend which freaked Quinn out because he used ring and get down on his knees like a proposing scene. Quinn refused but telling Sam that the answer is a maybe instead of no. Sam didn't give up, he then jumped into a beatdown with Karoffsky in order to back up Kurt, leaving a bruise over his left eye.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Burt & Carole's wedding, he spent lots of time fooling around with Quinn. They had each other arms, danced together, sing together, and.......so. The next day Quinn comes to him, giving a medicine that can help his bruise and telling him that she was very proud of what Sam did for Kurt.</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Q: I've been thinking a lot about what you did forr Kurt, it made a real impact.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S: I thought the only impact that was made was Karoffsky's fist impacting my face</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Q: You saw what Finn did at the wedding, that was because of you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S: *chuckling*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Q: You've been talking this whole time and you haven't even noticed that <b>I'm wearing your ring</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S: ........how do you get that?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Q: I broke into your locker, I've always been really handy with the nail file</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S: Really? *huge big smile*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Q: Mmm hmm *blushing then leave*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S: *Jumping for joy*</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Ah I don't care, I definitely am in love with this guy</span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"> </span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">♥</span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">♥</span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"></span></span></div>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-35281410174941121792010-12-10T17:37:00.002+07:002010-12-11T20:27:00.968+07:00RandomsHuh. First, lemme say Alhamdulillah because the crazy week is finally over and so far, my results are quite satisfying.<br />
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Minggu ini seharusnya jadi waktu bebas tapi sayang masih banyaaaaak banget hal-hal yang harus dikerjain. Lomba fisika, KTI PLH, Olim mate, dan remedial ulangan-ulangan harian. Taaaapi gue pengen banget main sama temen-temen! Udah banyak banget waktu yg kepake buat urusan sekolah dan pengennya waktu kosong kaya gini tuh dimanfaatin buat seneng-seneng. Kmrn baru aja nonton bareng sama ipa 3, tapi mau lagi kalo bisa ramean semua ikuuuuut :D terus pengen reuni sama X-1, si mita pengen ke rumah, mau jalan-jalan sama mita uji ciko, pengen ketawa-ketawa puas sama anak-anak quin, pengen cerita-cerita sama andre agung lanang, mau main sama assa della oji baba soraya, mau nostalgia sama dimaas, terus nonton dvd bajakan sama salsa, kangen banget dengerin cerita si Aldo, ih banyaaaaak banget deh maunya. Bales dendam banget hahaha n___n<br />
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Terus sebentar lagi 24 Desember which means...... I'm gonna turn 16!!!!! Agak telat ya sepertinya berhubung udah banyak yang 17taun hahaha dan taun ini, seperti biasa ulang taunnya mepet bagi rapot. Kali ini gue cukup optimis sama nilai rapot karena rasanya semester ini udah kerja keras abis-abisan. Makanyaaa pengen banget minta sesuatu, tapi apa yaaaa? Kmrn tuh perasaan ada yg lagi gua pengen tapinya lupa u_u Biasanya gua ga pernah minta sesuatu gituu, palingan ya yg enteng-enteng kaya minta baju, sweater, tas, sepatu, ya gitu-gitu aja bukan something yang wah untuk hadiah ulang tahun. Yaaah semoga nanti ada inspirasi nya deh hahaha<br />
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Oh ya nah gue mabok glee lagi untuk kesekian kalinya hahahaha glee season 2 loh ;p gamau cerita ah udah sampe berbusa ngomongin glee sama ciko hahahaKhairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-66821146211982604442010-11-22T18:36:00.004+07:002010-12-12T09:21:21.011+07:00.Bukan sikap lo yang nyebelin, super cuek, dan ga jelas, tapi sikap lo yang baik, perhatian, dan humoris yang jadi masalah.Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-35256839330587510662010-11-19T21:25:00.001+07:002010-11-22T18:34:09.510+07:00Mind breaksJust opened my twitter account and read these:<br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"Alasan klasik n konyol prestasi menurun krna masalah cinta. Mending ga usah urusan sama itu kalo blm bs handle n itu ngerusak hidup lo"</span></span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"Geli banget sama anak2 jaman sekarang yang dewasa sebelum waktunya</span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">At first, they annoyed me so much because I was in that random feeling which is so-called galau. But then I realized that those tweets may have a point, just take me back to my reality. I'm not a child but not a grown-up yet. So what do people call us? Teenagers? I don't know, maybe we're in between. We're always in between. Between the true or false, the good or bad, the reality or dreams, and so on.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Certainly, I'm in between, whether to follow my mind or my heart. I know that heart speaks the truth, but when my heart is broken, which pieces should I follow? Kinda......confusing. I do know that broken heart is not a big deal. I mean, it is, but it happens. People have it and move on, so why can't I? Talking is easy, so is giving advices. But when it comes to myself, I really can't hear myself think. Between the noise I hear and the sounds I like.......</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">.......Feeling so unstable. Labile. Fragile. Know that's true but frankly saying, I heat when people say so. They don't even know my heart, and I would never share it either. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Sometimes, in this kind of situation, there's always a little part in the corners of my mind which miss the old time. Like..., want to go back to the time when I couldn't feel any heartache. Because I completely understand that the scar on a kid's knee will heal faster than my heart-break.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">I ask to God for strength, patience, and sincerity in my every prayers.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">I try to face my every problems as mature as I can. But on some night, when my tears cannot be held back, I just got.....weak. Weaker and weaker than ever. Telling myself to calm down is simple, but practically, I'm no more than a 15 y.o. girl.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Well....let's just see how long I can bear it all, and how long I could cure this feeling.</span></span></span>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-31135209461830656372010-11-16T19:46:00.000+07:002010-11-16T19:46:44.931+07:00Way back into realityI am so dead today. Physically and mentally tired.<br />
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So, I was in the middle of something when my teacher call my name. She gave me the result of the tests I took the previous week. When I got them in my hand, I felt so happy. Happier than ever!!! Never thought that physics would amuse me this much. <br />
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Then I thought about everything.<br />
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My heart was just broken and the two things that really work on me are only friendships and academic achievement. Firstly, I'm never a geek. Instead I'm a really talk-active. I love to make friends with people, no matter boys or girls. I love to talk, share my stories with them, laugh, and so much others. That's why I've never been so lonely.<br />
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Now, I feel like friends are the best place to lean on especially when I'm in this kind of mess.<br />
So I'm gonna change my focus into something that's really works; school. Wanna get great scores and make my parents proud of having me.<br />
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And one more reason, to show the one who breaks my heart that I can be the best of me without him (y)Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-26066071821852327312010-11-15T18:01:00.000+07:002010-11-15T18:01:47.210+07:00Missing the old meI wish I can be my old me.<br />
I thought, my life was mush easier that time.<br />
I have super best friends who always share so much laughters with me.<br />
I have a lot of funny stories to tell, and we laugh together.<br />
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Now, my friends are still there.<br />
The difference is on the things I tell them.<br />
They're no longer funny stories.<br />
More to those sad feelings, scary speculation, and painful evidence.<br />
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Hhhh.........<br />
I feel so fragile lately.<br />
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Really need to move on quickly, rebuild my life, and neutralize my feelings for him.<br />
Wish me a great luck ;;)Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-7835026141203036312010-11-13T17:06:00.000+07:002010-11-15T17:16:36.539+07:00I keep on running even if I know that's a mistake. <br />
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I keep on praying to God.<br />
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I keep on wishing for strength, patience, and sincerity.<br />
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But finally, I stop hoping on you.<br />
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And that's the only thing that matter now.<br />
Lemme get my life back :)Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-3020539036306290692010-11-09T20:41:00.000+07:002010-11-15T17:17:02.390+07:00Indescribable feelings<i><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Never give up when you still have something to give. Remember: "Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying!" </span></span></span></i><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">-@ihatequotes</span></span></span><i><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"></span></span></span></i><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Well, maybe that's true but I don't think that I will keep trying. I mean, let's just stop, </span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">feel the pain now, and get over it. Unfortunately, things aren't that simple. First, even if I stop trying, I still keep on hoping that impossible one. Second, I sometimes can't stand the pain. Call me fragile, I don't care. Third, I can't get over the one who disturbs me so much with his attention.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">...Intinya, aku patah hati. Sederhana? Tentu saja engga. Perasaan bener-bener kacau, mood menggalau terus, labil, segala sesuatu serba berlebihan. Yaaah, gue memang hiperbolis kalau bicara tentang ini. Mungkin semua ini kesalahan, falling for a wrong one in the wrong time, atau mungkin ini cuma sebuah proses yang pastinya menjadikan gue lebih dewasa dari sebelumnya. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Now I'm just hoping for the best. The best for me and the best for him :)</span></span></span>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-83046058861971519982010-10-27T20:45:00.004+07:002010-11-15T17:38:35.820+07:00I miss you ....... :((Yes, I really really do :(<br />
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I miss to see your name on my inbox, I miss your jokes, I miss the time you tease me, I miss the moment you surprised me with your presence.<br />
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I want the old us :(((((((((((Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-74120127557435714922010-10-18T17:32:00.000+07:002010-11-15T17:33:41.404+07:00It's the best week ever <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">♥♥♥</span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"></span></span>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-79857246551400033202010-10-15T17:18:00.001+07:002010-12-13T07:03:42.363+07:00I....feel so in love :3Gua sukaaaa.<br />
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Apalagi kalo hpku bunyi, ada sms masuk dari dia. Rasanyaaaaaa mau lompat saking senengnya. Lebay sih tapi demi apapun yang ada di dunia ini, itu bener (y) Apalagi kalo dia nanya; udah belajar? udah makan? belum ngantuk? mau tidur jam berapa? ataaaaau bahkan yg simpel kaya: solat gih.<br />
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<i><b>Late night texts + simple jokes are definitely the best ones :3</b></i>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-12616156742739075442010-09-14T18:29:00.000+07:002010-09-14T18:29:45.818+07:00Girls' day out (y)Today I had a great time with Salsa & Oji.<br />
Good movies + girlfriends + snacks + comfortable house = girls' day out.<br />
This is our second movie marathon. The first one was some time ago in my house. This was held in Oji's comfie-house :D <br />
We bought 8 dvds, they were The haunting and the connecticut, Splinter, Kick ass, Death bell, The notebook, The lovely bones, Dear John, and Magicians. Too bad our time was limited and we only got time to watch two movies, which were...<br />
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P.S. : Oji's house was the most appropriate place for movie marathon ;;)Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-68448269787643866002010-09-07T11:48:00.000+07:002010-09-07T11:48:10.911+07:00PlaygroundSeveral nights ago when I was on my way home after having dinner with X-1, I saw some balloons were being sold. The colors are all orange and I simply wanted to buy. Too bad I was on a ride with Agung so I couldn't just stop by. So yesterday, I told my parents about them and voila! they bought me some. <br />
I thought about anything I could do with those balloons so I went to a store near my house and bought some party balloons. Today I set up our porch so it looks like playground, filled with colorful balloons. Here are some shoots;))<br />
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Anyhow, happy holiday people. Xoxo <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">♥♥♥</span></span>Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-20435787815294291682010-09-06T12:31:00.000+07:002010-09-06T12:31:36.148+07:00Rainy morningSeems like it's going to rain all day today... So I woke up at 8, watched Doraemon and came outside. It was raining. Not literally rain, drizzling. Yet it hasn't stopped till now. Freakin chill right here -__- Since I have nothing to do, I played looklet and just created 2 looks. <a href="http://looklet.com/look/7731095">Girl's day out</a> and <a href="http://looklet.com/look/7731696">Floral twist</a>. Heart them if you like;)Not knowing what to do is definitely annoying. Hhhh hope the weather will get shiner by the afternoon.Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864167382918884321.post-8276397482343485642010-09-05T14:35:00.002+07:002010-12-20T18:54:00.555+07:00Current life;)Morrning bloggers! I miss writing on this blog so freakin much! Things have changed a lot and I've got bunch of stories in my mind, I wish I could share it here but I'm just never in the mood to do so. I mean, writing a long post. But after all, this is holiday so I have unlimited time to write ;;)<br />
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1. I'm now in my second year of high school. That means I've separated with my beloved class X-1. I was kinda sad about that. No, beyond sad, I was devastated. We've been through together for one year with a lot of unforgettable memories. They're just meant a lot to me. These are our pictures♥<br />
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Now that I'm no longer in tenth grade. Firstly, I feel so lonesome in my new class. I miss all my friends in X-1, I miss all those laughter and over all, I miss my girls pretty much.<br />
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Last night I went breakfasting with my wonderful X-1. That was a very great time;) Here are some random shoots that Cita took from my phone.<br />
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3. Speaking about phone, I finally bought a new one. Sony Ericsson U5; Vivaz. At first, I had no intention to change phone but my mom forced me to do so since my old phone's condition was beyond pathetic. I love my new phone very much, it's pink, full touch screen, high-tech, and comfortable to be used but I didn't want to leave my old phone which has accompanied me for 2 years. So finally I decided to keep them both;) <br />
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4. I'm suddenly fond of fashion. Or maybe style. Anything, I can't even differ them-_- So it started when I watched Australia's next top model, Canada's next top model, and America's next top model. I love to see those models pose, wearing some great outfits. Making me wanted to open <a href="http://looklet.com/user/24466">my looklet account</a> again. So I started to create some looks which leads me into this site; <a href="http://www.lookbook.nu/">Lookbook</a><br />
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There are lotta great looks which caught my eyes trapped and I found one user who has a really great taste in fashion. She's stylist, awesomely fashionable, and also pretty with her brunette hair. Her name is <a href="http://donnaromina.blogspot.com/">Donna Romina</a> from Germany, she's the same old with me! <br />
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So, that's all I could share today. I'm going to tell ya more details from my life later. Enjoy! (y)Khairunnisa Putrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492309912448216409noreply@blogger.com0