<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420956930188477420</id><updated>2009-03-01T12:02:04.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A E I O U</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a baby trapped in an adult body.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pendekarwanitabermatapanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010056927871225158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420956930188477420.post-6079090284577717158</id><published>2008-05-12T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:33:09.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swing</title><content type='html'>My mood has been up and down lately, the cause?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Imagine someone being very happy at one time, and less than 5 minutes later, something happen (or, someone said something which brings you to a certain memory), BOOM. Moodmeter goes down.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to check with a psychiatrist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420956930188477420-6079090284577717158?l=pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6079090284577717158/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420956930188477420&amp;postID=6079090284577717158&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/6079090284577717158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/6079090284577717158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/2008/05/mood-swing.html' title='Mood Swing'/><author><name>pendekarwanitabermatapanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010056927871225158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10597320654263814092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420956930188477420.post-2502615745048765358</id><published>2007-12-25T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:46:27.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Mail Replies</title><content type='html'>Deer Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. I'v ben a gud boy all yeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Billy,&lt;br /&gt;Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawncare. How about I send you a book so you can learn to read and spell? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is Peace and joy in the world for everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teddy,&lt;br /&gt;Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me send you some Legos instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I want a new bike, a Playstation 2, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Francis,&lt;br /&gt;Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays. I bet you're gay. I'll set you up with a Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Susan,&lt;br /&gt;Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face When riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle of Scotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Thomas,&lt;br /&gt;All the toys are made in China . I have a condo in Vegas where I Spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I really want a puppy this year. Please, please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE could I have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Timmy,&lt;br /&gt;That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Santa,&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a chimney in our house. How do you get into our home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mark,&lt;br /&gt;First stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like the boogeyman does, through your bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420956930188477420-2502615745048765358?l=pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2502615745048765358/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420956930188477420&amp;postID=2502615745048765358&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/2502615745048765358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/2502615745048765358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/santas-mail-replies.html' title='Santa&apos;s Mail Replies'/><author><name>pendekarwanitabermatapanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010056927871225158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10597320654263814092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420956930188477420.post-5429469634657091468</id><published>2007-12-11T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:39:10.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky Pendekar Wanita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my first time being tagged, by Evie.. oh no lost my virgi&lt;b style=""&gt;tag&lt;/b&gt;nity to &lt;a href="http://evelynholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Evie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Seven magnificent facts about me, include some weird-disgusting habits &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I      always clean my ears with cotton bud after shower. Then, I smell the      cotton bud before I  throw it to away. Just to know how “fragrant” it is. And      it’s not stinky la. Soap smell to be exactly. And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; it.  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I like      to bite. As in, bite someone’s body part. My ex was quite chubby, and      whenever I get upset or moody, I’ll go chase him, wanting to bite his      upper arms. Of course he never allows me to do that, but my room is small. I can always get to catch him. He he he~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; When I      was 12 years old, I saw two dogs making out in my backyard. I didn’t know      they were having “fun” ok, I thought the female dog was being “tortured”      by the male since she was .. screaming. So what I did next .. is that I      poured the poor couple some cold water. Heck they were still unseperatable,      erk.. on that part. You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I      played barbie dolls when I was little, and ahem.. I bathe them.. using my      parents’ fancy dish. I got scolded when they found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;I am      still very traumatized with Sui Yu ( some kind of a giant turtle, made a      dish). Long time ago back when I was a kid (again, many bad things happened      when I was little), there’s this one giant Sui Yu that my step mom put inside      our bathroom. Well being an idiot that time, I thought he’s just merely a      decoration, so I continued my shower that evening. Who knows the dish that      night is .. that Sui Yu. Blardy hell. My step mom is a butcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; When I’m      watching TV, I’m not really just watching one show. I keep on switching      the channels. That explains why my dad and my brother leave the living      room when they see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Last      one, I don’t smoke and I don’t drink. Why I don’t drink? I get drunk      easily, and I will start to ramble, worst case is the stoopid dance. Why I      don’t smoke, hmmph, it’s not good for health.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yay, can’t imagine I made it. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I can think of any other weird stuff of me, I’ll post it. Tee hee hee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420956930188477420-5429469634657091468?l=pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5429469634657091468/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420956930188477420&amp;postID=5429469634657091468&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/5429469634657091468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/5429469634657091468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/quirky-pendekar-wanita.html' title='Quirky Pendekar Wanita'/><author><name>pendekarwanitabermatapanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010056927871225158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10597320654263814092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420956930188477420.post-8034300166638669776</id><published>2007-12-08T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:11:54.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My New Friends</title><content type='html'>Ever since November 28, 2007, which is exactly 10 days ago, I have been “out”, and “mingle” with a bunch of new friends. These new friends of mine, consist of several males and  2 females,  are actually quite friendly, helpful (sometimes), and not to forget, patient. They are also resourceful (sometimes). I can’t remember the total number of people I’ve “met”, but I believe, it is more than 9. On average, I met one per day. Incredible, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what’s more amazing is that I do keep in touch with them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I call them every single day. I call them in the morning, after lunch hour, or in the evening, or whenever I feel like “talking” to them, because they are the one whom I believe can help me solve my problem. And of course they always, always… lend me the ears to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, they can not help me with my problem, but hey, what can I say, I just have to appreciate that at least they are there, to listen. Not to solve, altho I must say, it is part of their job.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to God, miracle do happens, and voila, my problem is gone by itself in the next five hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I would like to dedicate this post to :&lt;br /&gt;Iwan, Indra, Sigit, Ikhsan, Syahrul, John, Dhani, Maria, and Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you all, who have been very patient and always talk in a flat tone even though I sounded very angry over the phone. Of course I understand why you all never call me back, although you promised that you would call. I understand perfectly, that to make a call, is really expensive, even tho it’s a call to my fixed line. And I also understand when you lied and said that you really did call me before. Ah, friends forgive each other, I mean, it’s no biggie, I forgive, bygones!  My phone bill is going sky rocket this month, but hey… a sacrifice is always needed, to especially when you really need to build and maintain a “friendship”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dear Iwan, Indra, Sigit, Ikhsan, Syahrul, John, Dhani, Maria, and Ana, I have been thinking, is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Our “friendship”.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is based on equal amount of give and take, right?&lt;br /&gt;But why-oh-why, ever since I met you peeps, I am always the one who gives, and never take? I am beginning to feel, that I am just another victim *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be, I should learn to tolerate more, I mean, ishhh… it sounds so petty, to hang on your promise that you will call, and will always be there to help me. It sounds that I am hoping too much, although it is your duty, to save me from my misery.&lt;br /&gt;And in reality, nothing ever happens. I am the one who always find myself crawling back to you. None of your promises, ever occurred.&lt;br /&gt;So, should I stay, or walk away?  *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;Should I cut you, for one “tiny” reason ?  *ponders again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Iwan, Indra, Sigit, Ikhsan, Syahrul, John, Dhani, Maria, and Ana….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR COMPANY SUX. BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;STOOPID INTERNET SERVICE PROVIDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PAY OK.&lt;br /&gt;WHY EVERY EVENING AROUND 6 PM MY LINE IS ALWAYS CUT OFF?&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYTIME I RESTART OR TURN OFF MY COMPUTER, I WILL NOT GET CONNECTED AGAIN FOR AT LEAST 3 HOURS, AND I REALLY HAVE TO CALL YOU AND screw YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY THE fcuk IT IS SO HARD TO GET TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO BLARDY WAIT FOR 5 MINUTES TO GET MY CALL THROUGH.&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO MENTION I MUST KEEP ON DIALING, AND DIALING..&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS HAVE THE HONOUR TO BE THE #4 IN MY FIXED PHONE SPEED DIAL LIST.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL THE MESS YOU PUT ME THROUGH, CONGRATULATIONS, THAT IS ALL I CAN GIVE.&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship is over.&lt;br /&gt;OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect me to return your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo going to donate this to the poor or I’ll just throw it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;And don’t you ever, EVER, call me again and beg me to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, done, you’re my past, and what’s in past, remains in past.&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to the future, as one door closed, the other is opened.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to cherish our “friendship” .&lt;br /&gt;For me, I am just being abused.&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420956930188477420-8034300166638669776?l=pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8034300166638669776/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420956930188477420&amp;postID=8034300166638669776&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/8034300166638669776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/8034300166638669776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/meet-my-new-friends.html' title='Meet My New Friends'/><author><name>pendekarwanitabermatapanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010056927871225158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10597320654263814092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420956930188477420.post-8276962729881754725</id><published>2007-12-03T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:54:13.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kokology - percaya tidak percaya -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Saya pribadi sendiri menganggap kokology merupakan salah satu permainan psikologi yang cukup menarik, bayangkan bila Anda sendiri menemukan sisi gelap Anda yang selama ini Anda sangkal. Atau.. coba saja mainkan permainan ini dengan teman teman, atau calon pasangan Anda ( ahem.. ) .. tapi jangan kaget dengan jawaban dan hasil akhirnya. Anda berhak menerima, maupun menolak bila itu tidak sesuai dengan pribadi Anda, toh... ini hanya permainan bukan? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Case Study 1 : Alluring Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're touring in remote village, and you find yourself a land of strawberry garden, with no guards around. They look extremely yummy, and you're hungry. And there is no one else around. Just a fence that blocks you with your free lunch. What do you think the height of the fence is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You sneak into the garden, and starts plucking one by one. How many  strawberries do you  eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; All of a sudden, the farmer who owns the garden, shows up and yells at you. What would you say to defend yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When all is clear and done, how does the strawberry taste? When you remember this experience, how do you feel of this adventure? Do you like it, regret it, or you want to experience this again ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case Study 2 : Rainy Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're outside, walking slowly when it suddenly rains. Even when you start running fast, you're still 5 minutes away from your destination. Which of the following choices you will pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;" I'll find a shelter, either it's a tree, or a tent. Then I'll wait till it stops"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;" Hmmm.. I don't know how long this rain gonna take. I'll better start running as fast as I can "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;" I'll look around for anyone around who brings umbrella, or stores that sell umbrella"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;" Ah, I always bring my umbrella whenever I go outside. I'll just use it"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Case Study 3 : Merely Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're walking along a sidewalk and you accidentally stumble into a garbage can, and all the inside fell out of it. So, what fell out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing fell out - it's an empty garbage can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of it fell into the street.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some chicken bones, and other trash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plastic bags that are already tied up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tell me your answer, I'll try to "read" your mind  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420956930188477420-8276962729881754725?l=pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8276962729881754725/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420956930188477420&amp;postID=8276962729881754725&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/8276962729881754725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/8276962729881754725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/kokology-percaya-tidak-percaya.html' title='Kokology - percaya tidak percaya -'/><author><name>pendekarwanitabermatapanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010056927871225158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10597320654263814092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420956930188477420.post-4570405298237429241</id><published>2007-11-29T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:34:39.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aha.</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;strong&gt;Diary,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I bumped into an old friend of mine. We hvn't seen each other for quite some time, and of course my first reaction was : " Hey Danny &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[not a real name, Danny sounds nicer than his real name hehe]&lt;/span&gt;, wassup? How have you been? I heard you're expecting another baby? "&lt;br /&gt;He just smiled and nodded, " Well, yeah... "&lt;br /&gt;There's a 5-seconds of awkward silence between us, then he looked at me in one of those where-have-you-been-all-this-time look,  " You haven't read my blog, have you? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when does a blog replace a casual friendly chat over a cup of coffee and a slice of  cheese cake?&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that new cell phones should be added another record under "Contact List" category..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blog Adress : ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, to keep track of your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420956930188477420-4570405298237429241?l=pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4570405298237429241/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420956930188477420&amp;postID=4570405298237429241&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/4570405298237429241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420956930188477420/posts/default/4570405298237429241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pendekarwanitabermatapanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/aha.html' title='Aha.'/><author><name>pendekarwanitabermatapanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010056927871225158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10597320654263814092'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry></feed>