<?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-13708879</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:33:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love, my destiny.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5067160681654222145</id><published>2011-03-22T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:27:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5067160681654222145?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5067160681654222145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5067160681654222145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5067160681654222145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5067160681654222145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2011/03/clueless.html' title='Clueless..'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-6821188297213408020</id><published>2007-05-11T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T05:10:49.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is always lights at the ends of tunnels.</title><content type='html'>Teman temanku sering mengatakan hidupnya ga adil, ini itu..pokoknya pasti ada aja yg pengen dikatakan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku berpikir..sesusah apa sih emanknya masalah lu? bisa sampe musink mikirin gitu. &lt;br /&gt;Yah mungkin mereka benar benar punya masalah yang segde apa aku ga tau..tp aku cuman pengen share ke mereka kalo bukan cmn mrk doank yg punya masalah.&lt;br /&gt;masalahku sejibun tapi satu yang paling kuingat untuk seumur hidup adalah pas aku bebas sembuh dari penyakitku, aku balik ke kampungku, kemudian aku didaftar oleh papaku di sekolah. Yang benar2 paling kuingat pas itu aku ke sekolah sama mami. Orang orang ngeliatin aku bingung sambil ketawa istilahnya kayak aku tuh monyet yg salah masuk kandang.&lt;br /&gt;hari pertama aku sekolah, aku berharap setelah tahunan aku ga sekolah,dan skrg akhirnya bisa ke skolah lg, aku berharap org2 di sekolah bisa welcome aku dgn tgn terbuka..tp ternyata yg kudapatkan cuman penghinaan.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh ada bencong.Itu cewe apa cowo sih? kok pake rok tapi kepalanya botak. pake topi lg."&lt;br /&gt;walaupun jauh, tp ke mana pun aku pergi, pasti ada aja org bisik bisik nunjuk nunjuk aku sambil ketawa. Terus terang aja, aku pengen lari ga mau sekolah lg. Tp mamiku selalu menyuruhku utk cuek jgn pantang mundur. kemudian, aku pun dibawa ke satu kelas di mana aku bakal diperkenalkan di dpn murid murid sebagai murid baru. Satu yang paling kuingat, baru aja aku injak itu kelas, murid murid udah seperti biasa bisik bisik sambil tertawa hina. Aku bener bener pengen nangis apalagi skrg mamiku udah ga di sampingku krn dia tidak diperbolehkan masuk. Setelah mendapat teguran dr pak guru, mrk diam. tiga hari aku di kelas, ga ada satu pun murid yg berani dekatin aku. Mereka menganggap aku aneh.&lt;br /&gt;pas aku pulang, aku nangis dan aku blnk ke papa kalo aku udah ga mau sekolah lagi. Tp papa selalu menyuruhku jgn pernah mundur krn itulah tantangan hidup. Aku bener bener berterima kasih bgt ke nanny ku "mbak tini" buat segala nasehat nasehat nya yg membuat aku sadar dgn satu hal.akhirnya aku balik lagi ke skolah. Aku mulai cuek dgn org org di sekitarku dan murid murid di kelas yang ga mau berteman dgnku. Sampe ketika satu hari, papaku datang mengintipku dr jendela.&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian pas aku pulang papa datangin aku. Aku ga tau kenapa tapi papa melihatku dgn penuh muka kasian. Trus dia bilank kalo dia udah ngomonk sama kepala sekolah ttg masalahku. Akhirnya aku dipisahkan dr murid2 di kelas. Aku masih tetap ke sekolah, cmn aku ga masuk ke kelas. Aku diperbolehkan duduk di ruang guru,punya guru pribadi sendiri, seterusnya bakal begitu. Bahkan ulangan sampe ujian final juga aku duduk di ruang guru. Bayangin aja, tiap hari ke sekolah, aku cmn bisa masuk ke ruang guru, istirahat aku cmn punya mami dan ddku yg temanin aku sampe aku masuk ke ruang guru lagi. Kadang kalo kulihat dr jendela. ddku yg cowo lg pelajaran olahraga kayaknya enakk bgtt.Punya byk teman.Aku juga mau.Aku bener bener merasa grateful ke Ddku krn sering kunjungin aku ke ruang guru kalo dia punya jam luang. Kdg dia rela ngisiin waktu istirahatnya cmn utk temanin aku dibandingin maen dgn teman2nya.&lt;br /&gt;setelah setahun, akhirnya ddku kasi usul ke papaku. Knp aku ga dimasukin ke kelas dia aja. papaku pikir itu ide yg bgs bgt. Setelah ngomong ke kepala sekolah, akhirnya aku diperbolehkan masuk ke kelas yg sama dgn ddku. Ddku selalu membelain aku kalo aku dihina ato diapain org. Aku ga nyangka dia bisa bertingkah dewasa padahal dia lebih kecil dr aku. Ketika org org tanya..&lt;br /&gt;"knp kalian bs sekelas padahal kan yg satunya lebih gede?ketinggalan pelajaran krn malas yah?"&lt;br /&gt;Dd ku pasti selalu membelaku dgn segala cara. Krn ddkulah aku mulai sedikit demi sedikit mempunyai teman. org2 mulai mengajak aku ngomong. Ketimbang ddku orgnya suka juara kelas, terkenal di antara cw2, aku sering didatangin oleh cewe cewe.Lama kelamaan tanpa kusadari, aku mulai punya byk tmn, dan rambutku sedikit mulai sedikit numbuh. Aku senang sekalii.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya papaku mengirim kami utk sekolah di singapur. Boleh dibilank dr sana aku memulai hidup baruku. Aku ga pernah merasa sesenang itu. Org org ga pernah melihatku dgn tatapan heran.Mgkn pas itu krn rambutku udah numbuh apa gmnkali yah. Ddku selalu blnk ke aku&lt;br /&gt;"Jgn pernah takut menghadapi masalah."&lt;br /&gt;papa pernah kasi tau jg ke aku &lt;br /&gt;"anggap aja ini suatu tantangan hidup.Kita ga boleh menyerah kalo masi ada harapan.buktinya kamu bs smbuh kembali."&lt;br /&gt;Dokterku pernah kasi tau aku&lt;br /&gt;"im proud of you. I have been watching you since the day you were admitted into this hospital and you went through more and feel alot more than me. see..I told you there will always be lights at the end of tunnels"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-6821188297213408020?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/6821188297213408020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=6821188297213408020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6821188297213408020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6821188297213408020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-is-always-lights-at-ends-of.html' title='There is always lights at the ends of tunnels.'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5135232960715191008</id><published>2007-05-11T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T05:09:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolong dipikir dulu sebelum bilank kata maaf</title><content type='html'>reseh.&lt;br /&gt;Cuman ngomongin maaf ga cukup tau! NYESAL bgtttttttt aku percaya sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya dia bilang dia ga bakal kasi tau ke siapa siapa dan ga bakal ngomong ke siapa siapa..&lt;br /&gt;Tp skrg....!&lt;br /&gt;udah tau salah gitu, masih ga mau ngaku kalo dia yang bongkar rahasiaku pertama tama. Pas udah ketahuan belangnya, nangis nangis minta maaf. Dari kecil sampe skrg aku paling benci kalo dikhianatin sama orang. Ga nyangka tmnku sndiri bisa begitu.&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukan masalah petty apa ngga yah..nagatain kalo aku orgnya ga pemaaf, pemarah..to hell with that.&lt;br /&gt;Tolong dipikir2 dulu sebelum ngomongin maaf..gampangg bgttt kayaknya udah buat kesalahan tinggal bilang dgn sepatah kata maaf. Segampang itukah??? Coba aja dia yg alami..emanknya enak apa dikhinatin sama tmn sndiri?&lt;br /&gt;"Yana anaknya mana bisa marah sih? yana anaknya gampang bgtt dibohongin."&lt;br /&gt;yeah right..aku baik kalo cmn sama org yg baik sama aku.Belum tau aja! Tp aklo sekali udah dibohongin JGN PERNAH HARAP aku bisa percaya lagi sama tuh orang..walaupun cuman sekali dibohongin...SEKALI tuh CUKUP utk tdk percaya sama org lg!&lt;br /&gt;To hell juga buat tangisan buaya-nya...iya walaupun aku bilank...aku udah ga marah. Cuman kecewa aja, itu artinya aku udah ga marah. Aku maafin bukan berarti aku masih percaya sama dia..iya emank aku masih bercanda, ketawa ria, tp sebenarnya deep down aku bener bener merasa di betrayed. Kalo aku bilank aku udah ga marah, tp aku blng ke dia mulai dr hr itu jg aku ga bakal berbagi rahasiaku ke dia lg..itu artinya aku serius. Dia ga punya hak buat upset or whatever..I dont buy that anymore...&lt;br /&gt;yg lainnya bilank : "kan baru sekali ini doank dia salahnya..yah dimaafin aja.masa udah ga mau berbagi rahasia lg sih?"&lt;br /&gt;Iya..ngomongin aja aku keras kepala ato apa kek, aku ga peduli. Aku punya prinsip sendiri dan aku ga mau diinjak injak gitu. Aku punya limit sndiri ok. Kalo sekali dimaafin trus percaya lg..kpn dia bisa brubahnya? ada sekali pasti ada kedua kalinya. never ends..malahan aku merasa aku udah trlalu sungkan sama dia dgn mengatakan kata kata kalo aku udah ga marah sama dia tp satu yang pasti aku udah ga bakal percaya lagi sama dia. Dia yg buat salah..hrsnya dia ngerti donk.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah menganggap "Ah yana sikapnya kayak anak kecil. kalo kita begini begitu dia pasti ga bakal marah lah." &lt;br /&gt;Asal tau aja yah, aku bener bener bite sama org yg munafik.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn percaya sama teman baik,teman sehidup semati, sahabat setia or whatever you call that..semuanya bullshits. Di dunia ini ga ada yg namanya sahabat2an. Tmn baik cuman dirimu sndiri.&lt;br /&gt;Tp di balik semua itu..tengkiu bgt aku mendapat satu pelajaran hidup. Jgn pernah percaya lagi sama orang kecuali kamu dan kluarga kamu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo blog ini menyinggung seseorg, PEDULi... kalo memang merasa bersalah..jgn pernah takut utk menghadapi masalah. Tp kalo org yg ga merasa bersalah..pasti nantinya...yana ini yana itu...&lt;br /&gt;mau yana ini kek itu kek..aku masuk telinga kiri kluar telinga kanan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5135232960715191008?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5135232960715191008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5135232960715191008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5135232960715191008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5135232960715191008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/05/tolong-dipikir-dulu-sebelum-bilank-kata.html' title='Tolong dipikir dulu sebelum bilank kata maaf'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-980751552286746309</id><published>2007-05-08T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:27:22.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing stephanie</title><content type='html'>Missing Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;Im really scared because nowadays I kept fainting myself..and I even feel exremely tired too even after I sleep for long hours already.&lt;br /&gt;Im really worried because I scared i might get my leukemia back again. because from what i know, in December 2006 when i last checked up with my doctor in Singapore during my holidays, he told me my white blood is really high around 13.9 something which is not suppose to..thats why he was asking me what did i do and how i took care of myself in here. I was then encourage to eat more vegetables and fresh meats and have him as my online doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I used to not really care what leukemia is..probably because I got it when I was small[ well not really small], and you know when you are small, you tend not to know about anything..i thought it was just a minor thingy not until I remember the most when I was admitted to an emergency room where my Dad kept shouting my name so that i stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, when I fainted, they were talking about bringing me to a hospital, I said NO..I have been living in hospital for 4 years..had enough of it and the needles already. I need to stay away from all those things.&lt;br /&gt;now as i grow older, I felt really worried especially nowadays..cos I can feel myself lacking out..like somehow i feel all the symptoms i got back then is coming back...&lt;br /&gt;fainting, my backbone is hurting, and no energy to do simple stuffs like oepning doorknobs..Im really worried...But i dont feel like saying it to my dad...simply because I dont want him to worry..cos he has been through a lot because of me..like he took care of me for 4 years and left his job to come over in singapore to stay in hospital for 4 years..I cant imagine if it has been me...staring at the hospital wall everyday...Its like when i recovered, part of him is making it too..its a miracle I can survive..&lt;br /&gt;talking about survive...I used to have a really close friend in my ward..her name was stephanie..i still remember..it was in the afternoon, when i first admitted into a ward for the first day..I saw her beside my bed..and she said Hi to me..and as days went by we became best friends...watching cartoons, reading story book, all the simple stuffs we did in hospital...and one day she was asking me..&lt;br /&gt;"hey..let us swop letters...we write about our feelings each day into it and say stuff we wanna say in it."&lt;br /&gt;and then I was like.."okay!"&lt;br /&gt;6 months passed by, I became balder and balder..she encouraged me it was not a bad thing..then i looked at hers too..hers is even balder...I knew she looked sad but still she tried ways to make me happy..I used to get really really sad when I looked myself at mirror, I have this hair whenever i touch it, it will fall down..and then i will started shouting and crying..and my dad and stephanie will be the ones who gave me hugs encouraging me saying it is fine to be bald.1 yr passed, i saw her body is swelling..and when i saw her..i was thinking to myself :"Will i be like her one day?" because we have the same illness..soon I started worrying and crying each night..thinking of cant go to school is bad enough and yet together with all the stupid illness..a lot of times i felt like giving up..but seeing my dad encouraged me a lot..just seeing him by my sides..i kept telling myself i have to recover and i cant give up..seeing him parted with mom and his other children just to stay with me in singapore hurt me a lot. There were always times when I get injected to have my bonemarrow transfered, he was suppose to stay outside of room and not beside me, i saw him crying from outside looking worried..all those memories..one thing i remembered the most, one afternoon, i got back from operation room, and headed to my ward, i saw stephanie's bed was empty..i thought she probably went for her treatment in another room because thats what she usually did if i didnt see her around in the ward..I was waiting waiting and waiting for her..and when it get into evening, i started worrying..my dad told me she is going to be fine..but somehow my heart say she is Not!&lt;br /&gt;true enough...i got a message from my regular nurse in the evening...&lt;br /&gt;"stephanie passed away this afternoon when you were receiving your treatment"&lt;br /&gt;and then..she handed me stephanie's letters giving it to me...I didnt know what to react at that time..All i could do is crying and i went crawling on top of her bed crying telling her to come back..I got really really sad...there i s going to be no more stephanie when i wake up tomorrow in the morning, there is no more her encouraging me. there is no more her treating me like a smaller sister. there is no more her this and that...she is part of me ever since i went into that ward..many of nights i woke up crying because i missed her..and i didnt feel like reading her letters at that time because I might just get sadder again...&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me..I should read it...and i found out in one of her letters she wrote&lt;br /&gt;"Live for everyone! i know you can make it through.Promise!"&lt;br /&gt;then in another one of her letters, she wrote about her parents not having money to treat her,and nobody donated bone marrow and blood since she has been waiting for more than 1 yr ..that was why she knew she is not going to make it..and she wrote " If i die one day, please do not cry over me."&lt;br /&gt;So she knew she is going to be dying..but she didnt tell me..how I wish I knew it earlier..i really hate her at that time..&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs passed..after all the swollen body and bald head..I was able to make it..I considered lucky because there are people who are willing to donate their blood and bone marrow too after all the waiting and dad's beggings frm people ...and without knowing it..4 yrs passed..my doctor told me I passed through my dangerous stage..I can leave that country and fly back to my hometown..but i still have to take care of myself and have a check up every one year.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss her. and how i wish i can tell her..im still here and i can go to school already..she said she likes going to school to have friends..all the lies she made..about going to the same school after we recovered, and all the lies about going shopping after we manage to get out from the hospital...sometimes thinking of this makes me hate her even more..why CANT she Survive...&lt;br /&gt;She told me not to cry..and I know i promised her two things..to get myself recover which i already did...and the other thing is not to cry for her which I cant do it even till now. I promised writing this in her remembrance will be the last cry I made..I will still miss her, though. Sometimes if i miss her, I will just read all the letters she wrote for me where no one knows where i keep them. I regret not staying beside her during her last breath of life..&lt;br /&gt;Thank's for everything...Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;Thank's for teaching me what the value of life is..&lt;br /&gt;Thank's for all the 1 and a half years friendships in hospital doing simple boring stuffs yet unforgettable &lt;br /&gt;Thank's for making me go back to my parents sides letting me gather with my family again&lt;br /&gt;Thank's for making me have my wonderful two sisters again to talk and laugh&lt;br /&gt;Thank's for letting me have my brothers too..&lt;br /&gt;Thank's for watching over me..and lastly..&lt;br /&gt;Thank's for being my angel..&lt;br /&gt;You will be my best friend no one could ever replace.&lt;br /&gt;I will see you someday,i really want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-980751552286746309?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/980751552286746309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=980751552286746309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/980751552286746309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/980751552286746309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-stephanie.html' title='missing stephanie'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-4900210163053503815</id><published>2007-05-03T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:43:37.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the danish station!</title><content type='html'>First day of Danish station...huhuhuhu!!!&lt;br /&gt;everybody is asking us if we had fun doin the danish..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time rolling it to 12 by 36..DANg...the dough shld be long and wide..but I had a hard time doing it...Luckily indra helped me rolled it earlier and Alberto k ept making jokes too..thats why i cant concentrate..Btw..We had Alberto and karen for our grpmate in danish..&lt;br /&gt;But karen was not in today..so left with the three of us..So funny..hahHAha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn alberto he called me a shortie..cos I need a platform to stand on it..so that I can roll out my danish..he is crazy...kept singing smelly cat.Im going to smack him tomorrow if he still bullies me..HAHAHAHA..but we really laughed hard in our station...and our laughter was really loud...Its like...WOWWWW!! Chef kept coming to our station..and earlier she came and asked me..:have you eat sweetie??..cos your face is so pale again.."&lt;br /&gt;damn alberto again..he said...I really need something to eat..I told chef alberto is like my big daddy..HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;Earlier was funny too...cos he rolled out the dough to 12 by 36 already but actually it has to be 16 by 24..he was like..&lt;br /&gt;"im not going to trust u anymore yana!" HAHAHA. he asked me.."What doo we do to make it 16 by 24 now?"&lt;br /&gt;I told him to shrink it...he was like..."Shrink IT???"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA...I said SORRY HE SAID "ITS OKAY I STILL LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;BLOODYHELL..it was really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy with this school..at least I know what i wanted..hahaha..much more FUn! even though its tiring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-4900210163053503815?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/4900210163053503815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=4900210163053503815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4900210163053503815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4900210163053503815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-danish-station.html' title='I got the danish station!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5898411082163358056</id><published>2007-04-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:47:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst field trip ever</title><content type='html'>I regret going to the napa file trip...the back people really spoiled everyone's mood..&lt;br /&gt;So noisy and irritating! everybody were so pissed off with them..and to make it worse..i got the sit in front of them..wth.&lt;br /&gt;and the trip wasnt that much fun either..I got a lil bit tipsy during my first tasting wine already..and all my friends were like taking the drinks away from me..And the lunch I have to admit...Sucks! just a burger! im not FULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I reached home like around 8! It was so late already and I felt  like not going to the restaurant to eat anymore because it takes up energy to walk again...Luckily when i got home..my sis willing to cook for me..&lt;br /&gt;haiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise this will be the l ast field trip ever in this school. Bloodyhell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5898411082163358056?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5898411082163358056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5898411082163358056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5898411082163358056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5898411082163358056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/worst-field-trip-ever.html' title='worst field trip ever'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-4123760650529000369</id><published>2007-04-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:26:51.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeded twist and Pane Sicialiano [Semolina bread]</title><content type='html'>YO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was crazy for everyone. They were making me do the danish dance in kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;because yesterday I told people [ Erika, Indra,Den,Ignacia,Jenine] about if I get Amy for my next rotation group in DANISH then..I will be dead..and they i told them: " Because danish need a lot of movement right.you have to roll it really hard and then a lot of energy needed. So her odors will be like everywhere." Then, they were all started laughing.. and then I came up with the danish dance for her and it was funny and lame..and then they were laughing really2 hard..and yesterday chef was like&lt;br /&gt;"what's happening here? whay are you all giggling and laughing?" and Ignacia was telling her&lt;br /&gt;"probably because of the bread..happy bread." and then Chef holy was laughing..HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then she said : "No more yeast for you sutris and Den."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA..because yeast contains alcohol and we need that for making bread..and we ate like a lot of bread in class that why she was thinking like that..but i know she was palying around with us too..she kept on laughing with us too..funny and cool chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today was even crazy. When i was doing something in the middle, Alberto, Erika, Indra and others were gathering around at the back talking about smtgh..I didnt know they were talking about the danish dance..and Alberto was like&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Yana! where is yana! come here!" Then I came to them..wondering why.."Show me the danish dance"&lt;br /&gt;I was hestitating at first but since he insisted, I did my funny actions..and they were laughing really hard...crazy bunch of people..I was like the clown who make them laugh...and then Chef was laughing too..but she didnt know what we were laughing about...Then..karen came to us..just when I was about to open the walk-in cooler, karen told me to do the action again...then i was like OKAy! Chef saw me this time and she saw me..she was laughing really really hard..she said Im hyper active. Then she said " Sutris is very cute"..Everyone heard it then they said cute crazy girl. I was really embarassed..&lt;br /&gt;Then..Christie was like shouting at far back...YANA show me the dance...then I was like NO MOREEEE! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier I got cut in my thumb and chef was like "what did you do sweetie?" Then I told her I accidentally got into the mixing gear...and she was slowly putting the ointment on my thumb, rub alcohol on it and putting the band aid around my thumb..I was really shocked though..cos she is just so motherly and kind..But she didnt do it on other students..It is really strange.&lt;br /&gt;Then I told her..my bread is ugly and she said its not..its just too wet. I was relieved! I got A for the ballons productions..YUhu!!! Then When Hanny came to her " Chef...look I made a shopping bag!"&lt;br /&gt;she was like "OH how nice! who teach you?" and then hanny told her "Yana"...and she said.."Sutris is beautiful" &lt;br /&gt;and then she came to me..."do you want me to call you sutris or yana? because I know there has been Yana here and there in this class." and then I told her "you can call me sutris. special" and then everyone laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..I think it is the curse..because of me doing the danish dance...I got Amy and Brittany tomorrow for the foccacia productions..when chef turned the whitebpard around, everyone started giggling and making evil smile at me..I know they smiled because I get to work with Amy..they were like Good LUCk with her odor..HAHHA..MANn....she really smells..I think I will stuck my nose with the flu stick tomorrow...haiya...and when chef finished talking about the group already, everyone was like..."Good LUCk tomorrow okay! HAHAHa.." [what an evil laugh]&lt;br /&gt;I know im suppose to have Erika and Indra for the Focaccia..because yesterday when I went to chef's table, i saw my name den and Erika Indra with a letter F surrounded with a square meaning Focaccia..I guess chef shuffle our names again.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going to be a lecture about baking pencentage..chef told us to bring in caffeine and a lot of sugar to make us stay awake..haizzz.......i hate lecture..so sleepy. But thinking of working with Amy is even hell..i think everyone will start giggling at me when I start my foccacia with her..wth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-4123760650529000369?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/4123760650529000369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=4123760650529000369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4123760650529000369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4123760650529000369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/seeded-twist-and-pane-sicialiano.html' title='Seeded twist and Pane Sicialiano [Semolina bread]'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5376708956788397867</id><published>2007-04-25T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:15:26.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday</title><content type='html'>Its been two days I didnt go down to the school cafetaria cos of the busy things i have to do in kitchen today..&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was leaving for the cafetaria except for me patricia and christian..and when they go up..they were telling me the food wasnt good..HAHAHA..told Ya! I would better eat my own hot fresh baked bread in kitchen...And i got a lot to choose from too..&lt;br /&gt;focaccia, danish, ballons and levains..well..I like focaccia the most..especially christie's one..Its garlic..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..I cant wait for my focaccia group turn now..I get to top it with anything..maybe garlic and cheese would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;And students and chefs from other class kept coming to pur class to to steal some of our finished baked breads..so annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie told denieza we made a good toppings for the ballons today..well I did garlic anc cheese for the topping today..no wonder it is good...hahaha..I luv breads more than cakes now..it is jut more fun compared with the cakes class..I guess because in cakes class..we made everything the same...like for example...tiramisu for all today and then tomorrow blackforest cake...&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in breads, we get different groups making different doughs..and i feel we are more like a family now in breads class...because of people keep asking people..like the danish group today they kept asking what do you want for the danish filling...and i said rasberry jam..yah..the fun thing is we can request what we want and make them bake for us...&lt;br /&gt;and in return..I ask them what do they want for my ballons toppings...Rachelle requested just sesame seeds on top and christie requested honey with brown sugar..and everyone loves it even amy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for check offs, Chef kept praising our doughs today..she said they have a beautiful texture and shapes. even the project breads too...I cant believe the jalapeno cheddar rolls are good..I finished a lot of them in class today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's menu is Jalapeno cheddar cheese and Whole oat roll with my everyday different toppings ballons..huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;kind of sad tomorrow is my last day making the ballons..and after that I dont get to do them anymore...Cherish my last moments with my own ballons tomorrow! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5376708956788397867?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5376708956788397867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5376708956788397867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5376708956788397867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5376708956788397867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/wednesday.html' title='wednesday'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-6647349242783418394</id><published>2007-04-24T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:15:37.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second day of productions</title><content type='html'>Hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems to be a really long and tiring day for everyone..&lt;br /&gt;I mixed the ballons dough today...and it was not that easy..In fact i  made a lot of things today..&lt;br /&gt;honey wheat bread and pullman bread..preform and forming it was really crazy..and proofing them is really tiring too..&lt;br /&gt;But when i get the check off from chef..i was so happy..Another two more days to go and then I will switch productions..&lt;br /&gt;I hope I dont get the danish..im just not ready for it yet..it is the hardest and time consuming among all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie made garlic focaccia today...It was so bloodyhell good...and then I requested her to make more and the same topping for tomorrow..and she promised me ...HAHA...well..i made her just sugar for the ballons toppings...and i think she is happy...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..Cant think of any nice topping for the ballons today..so i just put in everything that everything has in the rack..&lt;br /&gt;from cinnamon to cheddar cheese..save me from trouble of thinking...and furthermore i still has a lot of things to do unlike yesterday i dont have to make the hiney wheat and forming it...today is yeah..much more crazier than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be denieza's turn mixing the ballons dough..we will be changing alternately everyday..&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget too...we still have to make the project breads again tomorrow...the Jalapeno cheddar rolls and whole oat bread..&lt;br /&gt;MAN...breads everyday..I really love breads..but now that I get to eat them every day im getting sick of them already..&lt;br /&gt;Like the next culinary class beside us..they always make desserts for our class...they made creme brulle today and I think they made like chocolate mousse and somthing else for our class..yesterday they have like fruits for us too..but not today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but Denieza kept telling she doesnt like Patricia...Well..I admitted that she is selfish..so what?&lt;br /&gt;She kept telling me that she doesnt like our groups and the grouping we got with patricia and christian for this week..&lt;br /&gt;she said christian is too slow and patricia was like so selfish...yeah i admitted she is shelfish but...I dont really care..She seems fine to me..Denieza kept to not talk to her..and she doesnt willing to help patricia when she is done shaping our ballons breads..I was like seeing her alone with christian not coming today she seemed like lack of hands shaping her ballons..and so I helped her..nobody want to help her and I kind of feel sorry for her...and then Den was like...&lt;br /&gt;"why are you helping her? she doesnt even say thank you. Thats why I dont help her."&lt;br /&gt;I dont expect a thank you from people whom i helped...one word of 'thank you' doesnt even carry a value to me..I just dont understand why some people..their pride is much more important..I mean..I have problems with patricia too...like how she is so bossy to me and shelfish keeping scale to her own, but...what can I do? everybody is different..and no one is perfect..I mean let's just face it! she wants me to hate her too...and doesnt want me to help her? That is being even more shelfish..she hates people..its like bullying and making herself angry and patricia doesnt even know she is angry..so why bother?Try loving each other then you wont get pissed off with her right...and she kept saying christian is slow...well..everybody is different..&lt;br /&gt;and like my dad say&lt;br /&gt;"Kalo ubi ditanam di mana aja dia pasti numbuh"...so...we have to adapt in everywhere we are in...cant she just bear for another two more days..after that we are going to switch grp again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she is perfect..well..if she wants to bad about people..she is not that great either..she is really bossy to me..&lt;br /&gt;hey do this and that! yeah...whatever..I just bear my anger. Like today when after i kneaded the honey wheat, im supposed to have tray with sprayed parchment paper on top, she didnt get it for me...But if she is the one who kneaded the wheat today and if I didnt get the tray yet..she will be like mad saying im slow...Eaerlier when i asked her "you didnt get the tray for me?"&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get angry but i didnt..it will not solve the problem. She is too sensitive..just when I asked her if she prepared the Mis En Place for tomorrow's ballons already..she was like making face expressions..saying "YEAH!" as if telling me.."you think im like you slow?"  I just dont like it when she order me this and that..complaining everyday bout our group wont help...so learn to love them..HELP them..but she told me  she would rather help the others than helping patricia..man..her ego is just too high...Well..I dont care if i hate patricia..even if i hate her..I will still help her. And then during breaks and after class she start making a fuss telling people how patricia did this and that today...Well I just kept quiet..cos..you talk bad about people..no one knows people are just talking bad about you too..and Im not perfect either..so I dont have the right to say bad things about her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to say katie this and that..proud and blablabla...But from my opinion..katie does has a really braggy and proud look..But i guess that the way she is..she say katie look at her cake as if it is ugly blablabla...I think katie is always like that..&lt;br /&gt;she seems perfectly fine to me..I notice thats just the way she look at people and things around her..im just so tired of everything..enough about today..&lt;br /&gt;Im going to sleep any sooner. Pray for patricia that she doesnt get to be gossiped again like today and yesterday..I just feel so sorry for her..haizzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-6647349242783418394?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/6647349242783418394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=6647349242783418394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6647349242783418394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6647349242783418394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/second-day-of-productions.html' title='second day of productions'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5372699121428454980</id><published>2007-04-23T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:14:55.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>production day</title><content type='html'>So..today early in the morning we are given the competencies of the requirements we have to do in bread class in order to pass that class..we have productions breads which means thats breads is a must bake to have that class pass...&lt;br /&gt;the production breads are : &lt;br /&gt;1. Baquette&lt;br /&gt;2. Danish&lt;br /&gt;3. Ballons&lt;br /&gt;4. Levains&lt;br /&gt;5. Focaccia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what chef made us do is that..she will be rotating us every week..So last week I had indra and erika as my group and today I had patricia and Christian as a group..the left right corner bench is baquette's group, and the left bottom corner will be doing the danish, following the top left corner are the ballons group which is us today and the right top corner is levains people following with the top would be the focaccia group. She said we will have the same group for 4 days and then she will change again after that..same goes with the breads..ballons for 4 days and then Done! baquette for 4 days and then graded.. After finish making all those breads above, we will be making our projects breads..which is what we will be making everyday after we finish doing our production breads and Mis En Place for the next day..Talking about Mis En Place..the thing I like about this chef is that..she made us prepare our Mis En Place onde day before we come to class...unlike in cake class, what we will be making today we have to do the mis en place first...so it's like so rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the ballons is fun today...I like dividing the dough into pieces using the machine..so FUN...and of course putting and choosing the topping for the ballons is too much fun to do..Chef never cares what we want to add for the topping..HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed basil, cinamon sugar, chili corn pepper, herbs everything that has in the spices rack...i grabbed them all and placed them on my table...that case I just have to choose which one i want to use for the ballons toppings...&lt;br /&gt;I have like 5 trays of ballons...so what i did was...half of the ballons I topped with cheese and paprika...which then i called chilli corn ballons..and then the other half i topped it with cinammon sugar...HAHAHA..the others are just plain..and some of them I made them topped into just cheese for the topping...so FUN...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I wanna add for the topping tomorrow...Christie requested ealier in class that tomorrow..she wants to have ballons with just granulated sugar for the topping...I was like...Oh sure..I will bake them for you..5 dollars. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Our class is so much fun..We exchanged things we make today..LIke earlier, christie gave me their focaccia masterpiece..and then I gave people my ballons too..Baquettes and levains are jjust too common..guess because they dont have toppings...and they dont get to be topped..and they are plain breads...many people are just sick of eating it...cos last week we were all like eating and baking baquettes and levains everyday..and we ate them everyday too..Thats why when Alberto was aking people&lt;br /&gt;"who want to have my levains?"  everybody was just ignoring him saying no...cos we had too much levains already last week.&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHA...but for focaccia and ballons they are different..They get to be topped...Im so happy i get to make them again tomorrow until thursday...and then on friday we will be changing our production breads and group again...&lt;br /&gt;AHHAAHA..making the danish is time consuming...im scared though..in fact it is the hardest one among all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats it for today...I had my fun in kitchen..so happy..I hope tomorrow will be even better..cos tomorrow i will be the one who mix the ballons dough..HAHAHAå&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5372699121428454980?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5372699121428454980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5372699121428454980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5372699121428454980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5372699121428454980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/production-day.html' title='production day'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-2125249943200356673</id><published>2007-04-22T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:31:19.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what have you been thinking lately?&lt;br /&gt;- what hv u been thinking lately??hm...I guess my I-20..I havnt receive my stupid I-20 until now..and my graduation is only 5 months from now..MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it disturb you?&lt;br /&gt;-im really worried if later in the immigration, they will ask for it when I got bck to singapore for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it gonna affected you that much?&lt;br /&gt;-Of course! I have been waiting for it since long..I wonder what the hell does the immigration here do..They took so long just to change the visa status...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like tomatoes?&lt;br /&gt;-YA! very much...you eat it with bread and egg with tomatoes in between..so yummy...especially if you blend the tomatoes to make them juices just like my mummy always did back when I was in singapore every weekend...Not to forget, eating tomatoes with sugar is always Good TOO! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you been in a good relationship?&lt;br /&gt;-relationship with who do you mean? I have always been in a good relationship with anyone..especially my family and friends...HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you post this bulletin board?&lt;br /&gt;-...hm..good guestion! I guess im too bored..and frustrated thinking of the busy class again tomorrow..breads again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's a random cute girl/guy&lt;br /&gt;ask your number will you give it to&lt;br /&gt;her/him?&lt;br /&gt;-Hm..No!! My mom teach me not to talk to strangers. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone you really love don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;talk to you anymore what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;-I have my own way to make him talk to me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can do one thing right now what&lt;br /&gt;wuld dat be?&lt;br /&gt;-go back to the past where I am still so cheerful, without worries or anything..maybe bck to my life in Primary 4 and 5 in my hometown..Cos to think of it now..I missed out my fun a lot during those times..Like I didnt do what I really wanted to do..fernwood memories are unforgettable too..and of course all those casafinas  memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your favorite song at the&lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;-I love all songs..Especially the ones my friends sent to me..they are specials..my favourite..all those mellow songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you won 1 million dollar from a&lt;br /&gt;lottery what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;-hm first thing 1st..WUOWW im so lucky! haha...I will first shop, split half to my family..donate some..and the rest..keep for emergency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you like a guy/girl for years but&lt;br /&gt;you dont know what's his/her feeling&lt;br /&gt;will you tell him/her?&lt;br /&gt;-yes..but not in front of his face..maybe by MSN..the best way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do during your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;-mostly eat..friendster, sing, piano, sleep, MSN..all those useless activities you can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought about suicide?&lt;br /&gt;-used to..but not anymore..Life is beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt so lonely?&lt;br /&gt;-who doesnt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel so lonely what do you&lt;br /&gt;usually do?&lt;br /&gt;- I sing, I sleep, I play..I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you care about the things that&lt;br /&gt;going on in this world lately?&lt;br /&gt;-YEs..very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can do something for world&lt;br /&gt;peace what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;-hm..I will start with the jobless and the people who is always full of jealousy..world will never be peaceful if there are still people like the one i mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could meet ppl that you miss&lt;br /&gt;right now what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-First thing first..my Mom..I will accompany her just to wake up at seven to go to pasar bawah..My Dad, I will accompany him to the market at night for supper eating his favorite loo-mee..my grandmom..maybe spend one full day chatting with her..&lt;br /&gt;My bro..talking shits and jokes around in a room...my small sis...shopping and taking pictures is what we always do and then my small bro..going to siglab is what we always like to do..buying otah..eating all day long with him and all those desserts in siglab..and then my luvliest best friend sofia..chat,pictures, eat..I wish we all have more time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-2125249943200356673?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/2125249943200356673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=2125249943200356673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2125249943200356673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2125249943200356673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-have-you-been-thinking-lately-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-948755711921986559</id><published>2007-04-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:10:59.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too bored...</title><content type='html'>1. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin kalo ketemu&lt;br /&gt;Angel of the Death?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; WAhhh....keren juga tuh..*keren + takut at the same time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apa yang akan terjadi kalo lo nyebur&lt;br /&gt;ke Laut Merah?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ih...merah...namanya aja udahseyem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin kalo dapet&lt;br /&gt;duit 1 triliun?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; SHOPPIN terutama! Trus Donate k e panti2..Trus bagi ke ortu..Trus buka usaha, Trus sisanya simpan..HUHUEHUEHUEHUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin kalo lo tau&lt;br /&gt;temen baek lo bohongin lo?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ADUH..sedi lah..nangis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Apa sikap lo kalo temen maen lo&lt;br /&gt;ngambil ato nyolong barang kesayangan&lt;br /&gt;lo? mahal lg!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ya udah lah..mau gmn lg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin dan apa&lt;br /&gt;sikap lo kalo temen baek lo pacaran&lt;br /&gt;sama mantan lo yg paling lo sayang?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; namanya jg mantan...so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin kalo c0wo&lt;br /&gt;yg selama ini lo fans-in bilang dia&lt;br /&gt;suka ma lo?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ADUH ADUH ADUH..terbang!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa..jual mahal dikit ahhh..xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Apa reaksi lo kalo diliatin terus2an&lt;br /&gt;ma cowo yg lo suka?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; cuekin aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Apa pendapat lo tentang istilah "Gak&lt;br /&gt;ada yang ga mungkin di dunia ini"?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ermM.ERm..trlalu impossible..action speaks louder than words istilahnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Apa yang lo pikirkan tentang&lt;br /&gt;keadaan kalo lo udah meninggal nanti?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; seremmm lahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin kalo lo&lt;br /&gt;ketemu ma Doraemon?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; AAA! GW MAU KANTONG AJAIBNYA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Apa yang bakal lo minta buat ulang&lt;br /&gt;taon lo yang akan datang?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; hm..apa yah...ballroom party..and my mr right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Apa yang bakalan lo minta&lt;br /&gt;seandainya lo ketemu peri ato jin yg&lt;br /&gt;bilang dia akan ngabulin 1 permohonan&lt;br /&gt;lo?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I want peace di dunia and no natural disasters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin kalo&lt;br /&gt;timbangan lo turun 10kg?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; YES YES YES!WUIH..seneng pisan..tp apa ga kekurusan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Apa reaksi lo kalo seandainya&lt;br /&gt;magical thing kaya yang di Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;gitu bener2 exist?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ERMM..kacau dech...dunia..no comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Apa sih hal yang paling lo kangenin&lt;br /&gt;seandainya lo tinggal di luar negri&lt;br /&gt;sendirian gini?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; erMm..bkn seandainya lg..I miss family trutama..I miss the foods in indo and sg..and all the memories i had in indo n sgpore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin seandainya&lt;br /&gt;lo terdampar di suatu kota asing,&lt;br /&gt;sendirian, ga da duit, jauh dari mana-&lt;br /&gt;mana, ga da telekomunikasi, ga da&lt;br /&gt;tempat tinggal?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; nangisss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BUJUBUSET...itu sih menyeramkannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Apa sih hal yang paling lo suka&lt;br /&gt;dari temen2 lo?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; their sweetness..their caringness..their jokes and terutama yg plg PENTIng..They are not FaKE. [unlike the church ppl]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin seandainya&lt;br /&gt;lo ditembak ma sesama jenis lo? misal&lt;br /&gt;ditembak ma temen maen lo, temen baek&lt;br /&gt;bngt.. eh taunya dia ternyata&lt;br /&gt;homo/lesbi&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; MATI LAH..speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Apa yang bakal lo lakuin sekarang?!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; ga tau. pengen mkn lg...tp udah kebanyakan mkn di cherry blossom...ga jd ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-948755711921986559?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/948755711921986559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=948755711921986559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/948755711921986559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/948755711921986559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-bored.html' title='too bored...'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-2640427382405429202</id><published>2007-04-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:25:23.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry blossom</title><content type='html'>Deep-fried mochi,Syoga,Chicken Bun,Siew mays, California Rolls, Nigiri, Mango mochi, and a little bit of trying here and  there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I ate along the cherry blossom road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, MIfune restaurant..I ate Udon with California rolls..and moving on again for dessert, I had geisha float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next my friends suggested we shld take a walk around the japan town area..as we walked..we cant resist of the food around us..&lt;br /&gt;yah we felt bloated..but we just cant resist..So we bought something to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tea pudding,Green tea ice cream, Tofu and chicken karagee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty after eating all that when i got home..and my stomach still grumbles now..&lt;br /&gt;I shld go on a diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-2640427382405429202?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/2640427382405429202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=2640427382405429202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2640427382405429202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2640427382405429202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/cherry-blossom.html' title='cherry blossom'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-8497700338992585298</id><published>2007-04-21T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:51:47.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to know...</title><content type='html'>THE PARABLE OF THE FROG&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a race by frogs. The goal was to reach the top of a high tower. Many people gathered to see and support them. The race began.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, the people probably didn't believe that it was possible that the frogs could reach the top of the tower, and all the phrases that one could hear were of this kind, "What pain! They'll never make it!"&lt;br /&gt;The frogs began to resign, except for one who kept on climbing. The people continued, "What pain! They'll never make it!" And the frogs admitted defeat, except for the frog that continued to insist.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, all the frogs quit, except the one that, alone and with an enormous effort, reached the top of thetower. The others wanted to know how he did it. One of them approached him to ask him how he had done it - to finish the race. And discovered that he... was deaf!&lt;br /&gt;Never listen to people who have the bad habit of being negative... because they steal the best aspirations of your heart!&lt;br /&gt;Always remind yourself of the power of the words that we hear or read. That's why you always have to think POSITIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Always be deaf to.someone who tells you that you can't and won't achieve your goals or make your dreams come true. Continue to strive on step-by-step towards your goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-8497700338992585298?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/8497700338992585298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=8497700338992585298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/8497700338992585298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/8497700338992585298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-to-know.html' title='Something to know...'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-4974306613893879222</id><published>2007-04-20T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:28:41.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week done in bread class!</title><content type='html'>Hey finally first week of bread class is over..&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks to go!!&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is only the first week, It seems like so long..Baquettes, Levains, Danish, Butter braids..alternately rotating doing the beads...&lt;br /&gt;I still not sure of the proofing bread and baking it...but i know how to make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is really crazy..I laughed a lot in class today..probably because of the group we have..&lt;br /&gt;This week We have erika and indra for our group. MAn..they kept making jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Like earlier, they talked about how they dont want to be group with katie and Amy next week on monday.&lt;br /&gt;They said if they get Amy, they will buy a mask so they wont smell her odor and they will wear sunglasses so they dont see her..&lt;br /&gt;thats mean..but FUnny. We kept laughing at the cafetaria..AHAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;And even when we were doing the danish Icing too, indra told us&lt;br /&gt;"Hey take your time.."&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;"[making eye expressions pointing at the back]"&lt;br /&gt;And then what we saw was...katie standing at the back waiting for the piping back. WE were then laughing hard..&lt;br /&gt;Jenine was like..."Im next"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. This week is crazy. We are the loudest group ever in that class. But I like our team work the 6 of us on that table really cooperate well with one another..And we make jokes all the time too..We dont get bored..&lt;br /&gt;Jenine used to say YANA is a nice person..dont say she is mean..&lt;br /&gt;and now she is like...Yana is a mean person..in a joking way of course..she said she was surprised I can be loud too..&lt;br /&gt;HAUHAUHAUHAUA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who we will get for the groups on Monday..&lt;br /&gt;I hope not Amy..cos she will talk non-stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-4974306613893879222?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/4974306613893879222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=4974306613893879222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4974306613893879222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4974306613893879222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-week-done-in-bread-class.html' title='First week done in bread class!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-6621262748469423965</id><published>2007-04-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:18:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craving for...</title><content type='html'>Im craving for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top List&lt;br /&gt;* My Hometown mie pangsit ayam..grew up from eating it since I was TK!&lt;br /&gt;* Ayam goreng bu Suharti&lt;br /&gt;* lontong Pecal pasar bawah&lt;br /&gt;* Ikan Gurame bakar pekanbaruu...uhm..yummy...&lt;br /&gt;* Bakwan and popia pasar bawah!&lt;br /&gt;* kerupuk pedas Santa Maria&lt;br /&gt;* nasi padang sederhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second list&lt;br /&gt;* Chicken rice singapore&lt;br /&gt;* Mie soto changkat&lt;br /&gt;* Yoshinoya&lt;br /&gt;* Popcorn caramel singapore&lt;br /&gt;* Ajisen ramen---&gt;the cold tofu...MAN!&lt;br /&gt;* Tea eggs pasar malam singapore!&lt;br /&gt;* Fishball stick&lt;br /&gt;* Mee rebus singapore&lt;br /&gt;* opposite east point the char siew noodle!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Roti prata&lt;br /&gt;* Takapoki in Bugis!&lt;br /&gt;* Mee Siam&lt;br /&gt;* BAn Mian&lt;br /&gt;* Laksa&lt;br /&gt;* Hokkien Mie &lt;br /&gt;* Carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;* Nasi Lemak&lt;br /&gt;* Geylang char siew pao&lt;br /&gt;* Hor Fun&lt;br /&gt;* Lo Mee&lt;br /&gt;* Char kwe tiau in hawker&lt;br /&gt;* Char siew rice&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list Is endless!..WANNA GO BACK to eat ALL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-6621262748469423965?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/6621262748469423965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=6621262748469423965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6621262748469423965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6621262748469423965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/craving-for.html' title='craving for...'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5164885125624870049</id><published>2007-04-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:21:23.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bossy!!</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with stupid blogger? I wrote so long already yet it didnt show up! MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ll just keep it short.So i need to update for a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;I had passed my cake class and now im moving on to my bread class...&lt;br /&gt;We made baquette yesterday and focaccia bread today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..everyone was like so hungry when we got our breads out from the oven...and excited as well...it's like&lt;br /&gt;"Wow..I make those breads"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really like my partner..just because she is bossy...she is nice outside but not when she is in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;earlier when i was mixing our dough.. she was like:"Dont do that! scrape the sides!"&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was looking at me..because she is so bossy...she ordered me around getting this and that..&lt;br /&gt;Well..i Dont mind if she wants  me to get things but cant she at least say in a nicer way?&lt;br /&gt;instead of "get the tray." cant she at least say.."can  you get the tray?"&lt;br /&gt;At least it sounded a lot better...and when cleaning the table too.." Hey clean the table.." &lt;br /&gt;Well..I already did...she was the one who walked around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And earlier too..when before going home we are always assigned for our cleaning up duties...and She, Chrstie and me got the mopping jobs..and when we were done cleaning the floor, she was supposed to dump the dirty water into the sink..but instead of doing that, she told me to do it..Well..its okay if i do it...but the way she told me is too demanding..&lt;br /&gt;"Yana! Dump the water!" In my heart i was like,.." isnt it suppose to be your job?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont wanna pick a fight with her so I just follow everything she say...the basket water is just too heavy for me to carry alone...well...she noticed it..but she just asked me "can you carry it?"&lt;br /&gt;I know chrstie is being sarcastic to her...and she say :" CAnt you see? Of course it is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN...can she please stop being that bossy. And earlier too...when were preparing our mis en place for tomorrow's baquette,&lt;br /&gt;it is written on the board..it's 6.5 lb bread flour...yah..its a lot..&lt;br /&gt;But she got a piece of parchment paper and she wrote on top of it with a mrker "6.5 lb bread flour" and she told me to scale it....Obviously the flour wont fit into the parchment paper right..so I went over to the rack to get a big bowl...and when i came back...she was like &lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing? NO! dnt use bowl! we are suppose to use parchment paper."&lt;br /&gt;"It wont fit into the parchment..it is 6.5 pound.."&lt;br /&gt;"Then divide it by two!"...Okay whatever...I listened her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later she was like seeing eveybody using a big bowl..then she told me to use the big bowl...&lt;br /&gt;HELLOE...From the first start...IT is already common Sense..How can the flour fit into the piece of paper..BUT STILL she argued!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached in MSN today saying about her bossyness.but instead of knowing her wrongs, she told me Im the bossy One..&lt;br /&gt;yeah whatever..she is the bossy one..Im just a stupid idiot who always listen to you when you are wrong.She is always right...MAN...no matter what i say...is always wrong..&lt;br /&gt;Earlier too..during chef's demo, i saw chef putting in salt first, then the sugar, and the olive oil last..but she insisted..&lt;br /&gt;"put the sugar first..not the salt.."&lt;br /&gt;then I told her.."NO. i saw chef putting salt first..not the sugar.."&lt;br /&gt;She looked kind of pissed of saying :"Okay whatever! do what you want.."&lt;br /&gt;Obviouly the salt first because i was in the front when chef did the demo and she was behind. MAN...she thinks she is the clever one just because she studied culinary and stuff before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shld stop being nice to her..maybe smile less to her..to make her realize i dont like her attitude in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;but when she is outside...she is really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN...pray for me tomorrow will not be a hard day..and her not being so bossy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i tell my maid to get stuffs, I would still say "please" get me this and that...what more her?? She thinks im her slave?thats rude...even slave too..I dont treat slave like that..Well..i dont know about her if she treats slave like that..&lt;br /&gt;If she does...that explains all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pissed OFF*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5164885125624870049?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5164885125624870049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5164885125624870049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5164885125624870049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5164885125624870049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/04/bossy.html' title='Bossy!!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-7318398716141957756</id><published>2007-03-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:16:09.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont like today</title><content type='html'>Chef is really in a bad mood today..He put his anger on us by making us baked 9 cakes!!!&lt;br /&gt;thats crazy..Oh wait...9 cakes not including the french buttercream...He might as well kill all of us..OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Busy bee for everyone today..We didnt get to sit down for one whole day...and our buttercream turned out not good..It is liquid..and we are not suppose to have liquid buttercream...OMG&lt;br /&gt;I was like so MAd at class..I just kep quiet because I was so confused..There was a lot of things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back at around 7 o clock..my dad was like worried...When i got home he sounded so relieved...&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats it for today..I hope tomorrow will not be that busy as today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its funny later in the day after class where we all gathered at the lockers area, how Indra say gdbye to us and then everybody started teasing him with nadine. then alberto was like saying..&lt;br /&gt;"I made her tired yesterday..thats why she didnt come in today.Are you going to go over to her house today indra?"&lt;br /&gt;and indra was like "Yah. Im going to make her tired today.Are you going to her place tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Alberto was saying yes. I dont get the jokes earlier thats why I was like huh??&lt;br /&gt;Not until ignacia explained to me..i was like laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how dirty they could be..HAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-7318398716141957756?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/7318398716141957756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=7318398716141957756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7318398716141957756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7318398716141957756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-like-today.html' title='I dont like today'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-9072324437853316333</id><published>2007-03-19T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:01:16.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waktu kecil</title><content type='html'>1. Waktu kecil nama panggilannya apa n&lt;br /&gt;kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;cen. cen cen.li cen. memank krn itu nm panggilan dr smua org di kampungku pas kecil. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Film masa kecil yang paling disukai?&lt;br /&gt;doraemon tiap hr minggu jam 8 pagi, sailormoon, yg pokoknya hr minggu dech..cos thats the only day we get to be at home for a school day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Waktu kecil cita-citanya apa?&lt;br /&gt;Guruuuu! sampe ngmng sndiri maen guru2an..HUAUAUHAUHUA. Oh and housewive yg baik. HUEUHUHEUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Waktu kecil maenan yang paling&lt;br /&gt;disukai?&lt;br /&gt;barbie ^^ and masak2an!!! that was so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Waktu kecil sering maennya sama&lt;br /&gt;siapa?&lt;br /&gt;sama my lil sis and bro. tp sukanya sndiri jg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Waktu kecil pernah ada kejadian&lt;br /&gt;memalukan?&lt;br /&gt;huehue. seringg sekali. dr skolah sampe rumah.&lt;br /&gt;salah satunya pas dijepret liquid paper sama classmates..sampe brantem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Waktu kecil sering jatoh ga?&lt;br /&gt;uh..bkn jatoh2 lg..udah satu bdn..dimarahin jg ga mempan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Waktu kecil nakal ga?&lt;br /&gt;bangeddd..sering d marain mami!haha! yg plg inget sih ga mau nagapalin kali2 trus sampe ditahan papa malam2 habis dia arrange his bird nest buat tanya jawab..sampe mlm bgt...that was hell..but  to think of it now..It was memorable..I wish i can go back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Waktu kecil paling suka makan apa?&lt;br /&gt;Choki Choki, Miso skolah, CHIKI, Chee tos, krupuk Pedas, bakwan skolah, Es tangkai, MEE pangsit, mee remez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Waktu kecil pernah sakit berat?&lt;br /&gt;huehue. Dont want  to remember it nw..A lot of pain memories..It was partly that illness I missed the fun being at indo school for 3 yrs...damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Waktu kecil punya pacar ga?&lt;br /&gt;kagak. tp pernah Suka and saling malu2an..dianya tau kayaknya cmn malu2 juga..huheuhueue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Waktu kecil punya banyak maenan&lt;br /&gt;gak?&lt;br /&gt;Byk! dr masak2 sampe boneka..Yg pling kuingat sih papa ku plg2 bawa mainan Lego sekoper warna merah..katanya ini krn kalian smua udah dpt nilai yg bgs dr skolah...huuehuehue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Waktu kecil sering dihukum guru?&lt;br /&gt;erMmm..lumayann..hehee..kelas 5 plg parah sih..hueheuhue.5A! thebest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Waktu kecil punya piaraan?&lt;br /&gt;kagak. mami ga suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Waktu kecil pernah berantem?&lt;br /&gt;sering nya brantam sama cowo di skolah. pasti aja ada masalah. plg sama cw jg ada tp cmn yg ngotot2 doank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Waktu kecil paling sedih kalo ada&lt;br /&gt;kejadian apa?&lt;br /&gt;kl ulangan merah..hrs kluarin tgn buat dipukul ma guru..TRUS HRS di tanda tgn orgtua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Waktu kecil sering nangis?&lt;br /&gt;hm..gak jg. nangisnya paling kalo di rumah dipukul bonyok. di skolah mah bisa diitung pake jari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Waktu kecil suka jajan apa aja di&lt;br /&gt;sekolah?&lt;br /&gt;mostly bakwan and krupuk pedas..miso jarang soalnya gadikasi sama mami..byk mijin..Trus uand jajan jg dikasi Rp1000 doank per hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Waktu kecil sekolah di mana?&lt;br /&gt;santa maria..I miss that school now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Waktu kecil sering lalai buat PR?&lt;br /&gt;sering bener..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Paling seneng hatinya kalo lagi&lt;br /&gt;apa?&lt;br /&gt;kalo udah libur!^^ and BEll bunyi!!! tandanya pulang and istirahat where I can see mami waiting for me and my bro downstairs with her home-made cooked food and her home made ice durian..YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pernah mimpin suatu regu?&lt;br /&gt;hmMm..gakk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Pernah bolos gak?&lt;br /&gt;gakk..plgan pura" sakit perut,jdnya&lt;br /&gt;stay d rmh loh^^..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Mata pelajaran yg disenengin?&lt;br /&gt;olah raga!!!!!^^...Plg enak sama pak ginting. HUAUUHUHUAA. LUCU bapaknya. main TEnnis Was the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Kalo yg paling sering dapet merah?&lt;br /&gt;matematika!!huahauah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guru yang ngga pernah lupa waktu&lt;br /&gt;SD?&lt;br /&gt;bu junaidi, ginting,pak frans, bu lucy, bu leony..byk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Kalo mau balik lagi ke masa kecil,&lt;br /&gt;mau apa?&lt;br /&gt;mau apa ye..mau cherish more of the moments..Do smtgh I want to do yg waktu kecil ga brani ngelakuin-in a good way ofcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Apa yg dulu ada, skrg gak ada?&lt;br /&gt;hm..apa yah. dulu  lebih ceria kayaknya..soalnya masih umur 17-18 an...tiba sampe kepala 2...rasanya bebannya bykk..Be more responsible and everything..n as you think more, you are more afraid of this life..what is the meaning of this life..and you tend to think about the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-9072324437853316333?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/9072324437853316333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=9072324437853316333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/9072324437853316333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/9072324437853316333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/waktu-kecil.html' title='waktu kecil'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-8440557391189296636</id><published>2007-03-19T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:36:17.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 questions</title><content type='html'>SECTION 1-&lt;br /&gt;+ Known as: cen, yana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Born: 24 Feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 2 - HAVE YOU EVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Fallen off the bed while sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;- ye..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Broken someone else's heart:&lt;br /&gt;- ermm..? I Think so..rejecting considered as one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Had your heart broken:&lt;br /&gt;- yess..school teenage life..hauhauhaua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Had a dream come true:&lt;br /&gt;- ermm. i guess yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 3 - CURRENTLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Wearing: dark green shirt&lt;br /&gt;+ Listening to: music-speeding car sent by rk&lt;br /&gt;+ Chatting with: no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 4 - DO YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Have any piercings: i do&lt;br /&gt;+ Drive: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Drink: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a cell phone: yee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 5 - LAST PERSON YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hugged: ermm..who ya? cant remember&lt;br /&gt;+ Talked with on the phone:dad and koko&lt;br /&gt;+ Text: denieza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 6 - FAVORITES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Show: guess guess guess!!!!&lt;br /&gt;+ Food: sushi, a lot lah&lt;br /&gt;+ Color: pink yellow white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 7 - Do YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give hugs: not really&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to walk in the rain: depends on&lt;br /&gt;my mood..&lt;br /&gt;+ Prefer black or blue: depends..&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep on your side: depends..hahah..&lt;br /&gt;+ Have stuffed animals: yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 8 - THIS OR THAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pierced nose or tongue: nose&lt;br /&gt;+ MTV or BET: mtv&lt;br /&gt;+ 7th Heaven or Dawsons Creek: -&lt;br /&gt;+ Chocolate or flowers: flowers&lt;br /&gt;+ Color or black-and-white photos:&lt;br /&gt;colour&lt;br /&gt;+ Stay up late or sleep in: depends.&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot or cold: cold..&lt;br /&gt;+ Sun or moon: both!&lt;br /&gt;+ Left or Right: right&lt;br /&gt;+ Spring or Fall: bothh..&lt;br /&gt;+ Happy or sad: happy :)&lt;br /&gt;+ Wonder or amazement: wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 9 - FIRSTS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ First piercing/tattoo: SD kls 1 ato 2..yg plg inget masih kecil ke salon Yuli yg hanya di sebelah rumah berdua sama my sis..plg2 tlinga  kesakitan..that was fun..?&lt;br /&gt;+ First crush: erm..primary 3&lt;br /&gt;huahauah..&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 10 - LASTS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Last time you cried: erMm..last week&lt;br /&gt;+ Last phone call: denieza and christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 11 - CURRENT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: average and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Current food: none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 12 - WHO LAST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Made you smile: ermm..christie&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry:none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 13 - WOULD YOU RATHER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be serious or be funny: funny!&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink whole or skim milk: skim of&lt;br /&gt;cos!&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend time with your parents or&lt;br /&gt;enemies: duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 14 - DO YOU PREFER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you prefer gray or black: both&lt;br /&gt;will do&lt;br /&gt;2. Lust or love: love&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunrise or sunset: sunrise&lt;br /&gt;4. M&amp;M's or skittles:Mn M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 15 - ANSWER TRUTHFULLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone right now :&lt;br /&gt;i dont think soo..huehuehue&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first&lt;br /&gt;sight: no.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you fall for the wrong guy or&lt;br /&gt;girl: hMm..never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-8440557391189296636?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/8440557391189296636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=8440557391189296636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/8440557391189296636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/8440557391189296636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/15-questions.html' title='15 questions'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5973006468988312657</id><published>2007-03-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:24:27.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored n sleepy</title><content type='html'>1. Menurutmu cowok gampang berubah&lt;br /&gt;perasaan nda?&lt;br /&gt;-Iya. gampang kecuali yg bener2 serious sama ur relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kalo cewek gimana? susah nda?&lt;br /&gt;- ermm..tergantung ye. Kl cw genit yah iya lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sekarang lagi mikirin sapa?&lt;br /&gt;- nobody. mikirin my bed.so comfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lagi fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kalo cowok/cewek itu udah ada&lt;br /&gt;pacar gimana?&lt;br /&gt;- hm.i dont know.yah jgn suka sama cowo yg udah punya cw lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kalo cowok/cewe itu&lt;br /&gt;cuek sama kamu gimana perasaanmu?&lt;br /&gt;- cuek? cuekin balik aja biar equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Menurutmu Cinta itu bisa&lt;br /&gt;buat keajaiban ga?&lt;br /&gt;- dont know lah. Im not a love fairy. But i think keajaiban terjadi ketika adanya true love and true lovers. Yes I believe in love miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kalo kamu diberi 1 permintaan kamu&lt;br /&gt;bakalan minta apa?&lt;br /&gt;- minta mr.right..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Percaya sama Love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;nda?&lt;br /&gt;- I used to believe it when i was 18-19. tp skrg...kayaknya ndak.Dulu mgkn krn kbanyakan baca komik and ntn drama2 lover gt lahh..kebawa into real life MAKANYA terjadi KEPERCAYAAN begitu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kalo lagi sedih baiknya kamu&lt;br /&gt;ngelakuiin apa?&lt;br /&gt;- makan..nangis..tidur..dgrin lagu. But sleeping is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Hari ini kamu berharap apaan sih?&lt;br /&gt;- semoga besok di kitchen kerjaannya gampang.NOT only Tomorrow but for the remaining 3 weeks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Percaya sama yang namanya&lt;br /&gt;astrology?&lt;br /&gt;- YUP! tp kdg suka bullshit. huehuehue.but i dont know why i still believe it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Apakah kamu rela melakukan sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;demi dia?&lt;br /&gt;- ngelakuin apa dulu? kl sampe ngelakuin hal2 goblok mah kagak mau lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Kalo ketemu dia bagaimana&lt;br /&gt;perasaanmu?&lt;br /&gt;- hm. deg2an. suka menghindar dan ga suka ngmng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Kalo ternyata kamu baru sadar&lt;br /&gt;cowok/cewek itu playboy/playgirl km&lt;br /&gt;bakal lupaiin dia ato nda?&lt;br /&gt;- pengen..tp segampang itukah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ciri2 jatuh cinta itu&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana sih? menurutmu?&lt;br /&gt;-hard to describe. If you ask me when i was 16-18 I will be really excited to describe Cos thats when you have your remaja life. Not when im 21. MUEHEHHEEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Kalo cowok/cewek yang&lt;br /&gt;kamu sukai itu ternyata adalah pacar&lt;br /&gt;temen baik kamu gimana?&lt;br /&gt;- Masalahnya I never fall in love with my friend's lover lah. I dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Pernah mikirin mantan nda?&lt;br /&gt;- he3. sering. That was fun yet sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Berapa lama menyukai orang?&lt;br /&gt;- erm..Since Im in secondary sec 3 till 5...3 taon LAH YAH! but he nv knows i like him..:). Secretly admire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Berapa lama melupakan&lt;br /&gt;mantanmu?&lt;br /&gt;- 1taonan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Km tipenya gimana sih kalo lg ngejar&lt;br /&gt;cowo/cewe?&lt;br /&gt;- diem. cuek dan suka ngelirikin and always see him from far what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Mnurutmu cinta itu buta nda?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA. IYA SEKALI. bayangin aja kl udah namanya cinta taik gigi aja bisa jadi coklat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Kalo kamu udah berusaha mati2an&lt;br /&gt;hanya buat dia, tapi dia masih tetap&lt;br /&gt;tidak menyukai km?&lt;br /&gt;- yah emang ga jodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Rasanya sakit hati tu gimana&lt;br /&gt;sih?&lt;br /&gt;- vomit blood gt lah intinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Kalo Mantanmu&lt;br /&gt;pingin balik ma kamu?&lt;br /&gt;- trgantung lah. Kl aku yg buat salah trus kita putus dan skrg dia minta jdan WHY not? MUEHHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. First Lovemu kapan?&lt;br /&gt;- when I was primary five. so young and innocent. and He is so sweet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Pernah tengkar sama temen baik&lt;br /&gt;karena&lt;br /&gt;cowok/cewek?&lt;br /&gt;- ermm..gakk tuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Apa perasaanmu jika kamu&lt;br /&gt;Dikhianati?&lt;br /&gt;- SAKIT HATI! udah ga tau mau ngapain lg. nothing will change the atmosphere lah. mau marah kek gmn pun jg pasti kita yg capek sndiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Km mau ga long distance ma pcrmu?&lt;br /&gt;- It will be fun sih. Soalnya dr dl sampe skrg aku dgr dr tmn2 kl LD tuh pasti ga bs brtahan. I was thinking kalo misalnya bener2 true love pasti distance will not be a barrier kan..And itu jg sebage cobaan yg pastinya akan membuat cinta antara dua semakin strong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. MENURUT kmu cinta itu apa sehh?&lt;br /&gt;- hm. cinta itu most of times lebih bisa nyakitin drpd mencintai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5973006468988312657?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5973006468988312657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5973006468988312657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5973006468988312657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5973006468988312657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-n-sleepy.html' title='bored n sleepy'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-7239691873267090167</id><published>2007-03-18T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:35:01.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo motto</title><content type='html'>This is what you do if you're a real&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach growls when you don’t eat&lt;br /&gt;rice for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe “kecap ABC” could turn bad&lt;br /&gt;cooking to gourmet food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk during a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat fried rice in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer Versace or Moschino jeans&lt;br /&gt;over Gap or Levi’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t think Jim Carrey is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Onky Alexander is a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Rhoma Irama is “kampungan”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry a 16 oz. jar of sambal to&lt;br /&gt;where ever you travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving a car that is cheaper than&lt;br /&gt;$15,000 embarrasses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think dangdut is stupid, but&lt;br /&gt;listen to it anyways, because you are&lt;br /&gt;homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to travel 25 miles to&lt;br /&gt;buy tahu and tempe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are “Dreaming of a WARM Christmas”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very good at avoiding potholes&lt;br /&gt;and other road hazards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your local McDonald’s serves rice and&lt;br /&gt;sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Supermie is a staple food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever tried passing a Rp 50&lt;br /&gt;coin as a quarter in a US vending&lt;br /&gt;machine/pay phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever successfully bribed a&lt;br /&gt;police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever successfully bribed a&lt;br /&gt;customs officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do your shopping in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drivers license claims you are 5&lt;br /&gt;years older then you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever legally bought pirated&lt;br /&gt;software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever been forced to memorize&lt;br /&gt;UUD’45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have bought something from a&lt;br /&gt;barefooted street peddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how many islands&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever eaten something sold off&lt;br /&gt;a cart on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realized that money is everything&lt;br /&gt;before you were six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;when hearing the word “Jakarta”&lt;br /&gt;is “macet”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you know has ever ridden on&lt;br /&gt;top of a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daily commute includes thinking&lt;br /&gt;up new ways to ride the city bus for&lt;br /&gt;free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t mind people being late.&lt;br /&gt;You think standing in line is a waste&lt;br /&gt;of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have tried every Monday of your&lt;br /&gt;youth trying to avoid “upacara&lt;br /&gt;bendera”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have used a mosquito repellant&lt;br /&gt;that looks like a coil and is lit on&lt;br /&gt;one end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use the terms “Ni yee”, “-lah”&lt;br /&gt;and “Ih, jijay” on daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Pancasila is, what it&lt;br /&gt;means and know it by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain that movies in America&lt;br /&gt;don’t have sub-titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daily conversation may include&lt;br /&gt;enactments of TV commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever consulted a “dukun”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your whole class has ever cheated on a&lt;br /&gt;test, and gotten away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever spent the night before&lt;br /&gt;an exam looking for someone who sells&lt;br /&gt;the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the smell of terasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the Thomas Cup is equal to&lt;br /&gt;the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can name a manufacturer of&lt;br /&gt;shuttlecocks/badminton birdies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a 16#8242; satellite dish hidden&lt;br /&gt;in your back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever ridden in a motor&lt;br /&gt;vehicle with three wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss your maid during laundry day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothing has brand names printed&lt;br /&gt;on it that is visible from 50#8242; away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attend weddings only until you are&lt;br /&gt;done eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have attended weddings that you&lt;br /&gt;are not invited to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to McDonald’s to get your&lt;br /&gt;weekly supply of ketchup, salt, pepper&lt;br /&gt;and napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know more than one music group&lt;br /&gt;that stole the tune of&lt;br /&gt;Cranberries’ “Zombie”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a can of Baygon on your&lt;br /&gt;kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make major decisions based&lt;br /&gt;on “gengsi”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take advantage of Wal-Mart’s 30&lt;br /&gt;days money-back-guarantee to “borrow”&lt;br /&gt;home appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in your family has extra&lt;br /&gt;pockets in his outfit to hide cookies&lt;br /&gt;from the all-you-can-eat bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have paid more then $1000 to get&lt;br /&gt;your name on your license plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching TV you regularly find&lt;br /&gt;that all the channels broadcast the&lt;br /&gt;same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know more than 10&lt;br /&gt;acronyms/abbreviations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set the ring tone of your cell&lt;br /&gt;phone as loud as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your weekends at an&lt;br /&gt;expensive five star hotel near your&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have one of those gigantic 5000&lt;br /&gt;watts stereo system even though you&lt;br /&gt;can’t turn it as loud as you can since&lt;br /&gt;you live in a crowded neighborhood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-7239691873267090167?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/7239691873267090167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=7239691873267090167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7239691873267090167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7239691873267090167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/indo-motto.html' title='Indo motto'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-31096498872652090</id><published>2007-03-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:57:20.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heppie bdae granmom</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggie,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish i can attend my grandmom's birthday party today. If only the distance from here to indonesia is like from Singapore to Indonesia :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;Really miss her. &lt;br /&gt;Happy 80th bdae Nai Nai!!&lt;br /&gt;Sen Ri khuai Le!&lt;br /&gt;I need to call her now. bye for now bloggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-31096498872652090?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/31096498872652090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=31096498872652090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/31096498872652090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/31096498872652090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/heppie-bdae-granmom.html' title='Heppie bdae granmom'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-7726383433048010530</id><published>2007-03-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:12:58.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have everyone who loves me..What more can i ask for?</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago In MSN i chatted with my brother about my happenings in school today...&lt;br /&gt;He told me I am a brave girl and I should not give up just because of nadine..&lt;br /&gt;Then later we jumped to a money conversation..I started by telling him I got hired by Togo's but they need me to come in morning for a training for a week..Which means that..i have to skip school for a week..&lt;br /&gt;My brother didnt really encourage me that..he said school comes first..then I told him i desperately need my own pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said WHY...and i started telling him because my friends always look down at us..and even the church people..they scanned at the way i dressed..accesorries and bags which made me uncomfortable. then he told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why should you care?" he gave me a piece of advice which i think made me a better person now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kalo begitu yg kamu pikirin and peduliin, brarti ego  kamu yg lebih kamu care. Ngapain kamu hrs punya tmn kalo yg mrk liat cmn duit?lgan duit mrk adalah duit ortu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE TRUE! Ego lebih gede- i like that..It made me realize something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me to send my account number, that he is going to send me his own work money for me to spend on..&lt;br /&gt;I was like so surprised..and I told him I dont want it already..But he forced me. Then i told him..I will pay him back after I got my own job and he replied me back with a really sweet message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ga usah bayar lah cen.Anggap aja buat ultah kamu kemarin.kamu beli baju yg kamu mau.anggap aja hadiah kamu cen. sisanya simpan baik2 yah. ga usah kerja,konsen ama studies aja.ok? aku tagihnya pas kamu balik sg aja, aku minta di bikinin kue aja ok? jadi ga usah bayar aku. Luv u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg..that was like the best message i got so far this year. I will bake him the most delicious cake ever!! and Im sure im not gonna spend the money he gave me..It is my bdae present from him..I will use it wisely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, my dad called me and I discussed about my work again. He didnt encourage me either. He said study should come first and he asked me why do i need to work. I said i needed my own pocket money. Then, he asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"how much do you need? I can give you." &lt;br /&gt;But I didnt say the price cos i dont want to..I feel like he has work hard to make us study here already..How can i ask for money to buy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today's lessons...I realize people my family cared about me. They dont want me to stress out too much that I should just concentrate my studies. and they are the one who are going to give me money..which i feel like bad taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can i ask for? I have them..its enough. I dont need money now..:):)&lt;br /&gt;Money cant buy love. This is the feeling that satisfied me more than money does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-7726383433048010530?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/7726383433048010530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=7726383433048010530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7726383433048010530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7726383433048010530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-everyone-who-loves-mewhat-more.html' title='I have everyone who loves me..What more can i ask for?'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5555235601066606603</id><published>2007-03-12T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:33:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy monday!</title><content type='html'>A lot of things happened today in class..&lt;br /&gt;What made me really sad was that somebody spilled my chocolate ganache..&lt;br /&gt;I was only away from the table like for 10 seconds and I saw nadine squat down under the table..&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden she called out my name&lt;br /&gt;"YANAA Your chocolatte spilled and it got to my bag."&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came to my table asking her..."what did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;She was really mad at me telling: " I didnt spill it!! Now your chocolate ganache spilled onto my bag and I have to clean it!! Get me a wet rag, I will wipe this for you"&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought, oh how nice for her to clean that for me..but then I was thinking again..&lt;br /&gt;maybe she is quilty thats why she cleaned it. Then later, she called out my name again&lt;br /&gt;"YANAA Clean the chocolate!!Help me to clean it."&lt;br /&gt;Cant she see I was cleaning the front table and sink? It was so messed up and my mind was all confused. Thinking about the ganache made me even more crazy. Then I replied her with &lt;br /&gt;"I didnt spill it.Why should I clean it??"&lt;br /&gt;Then, it became an argument..She yelled at me..and scolded me with the F word..and she started making a fuss about it..telling and shouting to everybody of how the chocolate dirtied her bag..&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I was like thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Your bag is dirty..you can still clean it at home..what about my ganache! I had a hard time chopping the chocolate to 63 oz and taking the time to do it for my group...and now it's GONE!how can she dare say her bag is dirty...If only I can say these in front of her..blame me for having no guts..&lt;br /&gt;A while later, she yelled at me again and scolded me with the F word..What made me frustrated was She made a fuss about the chocolate spilled and acted as if she is the innocent one..&lt;br /&gt;I was at the front table, couldnt take it anymore and I cried running outside and I was seen by chef.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, Chef called me outside..and i told him everything about nadine..chef told me to stayback and talk to chef's tim..when class dismissed, there were left only with me, denieza, and ignacia.&lt;br /&gt;We chat a little while about the situation earlier and Nadine came in...looking angry and shouted to chef&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it always me who get the blame and the others get off easily??" [ thats really rude of her]&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for chef jake..He cant say anything..all he could say is.." that you might want to talk to the office." Then Candice came in..She too has a problem with nadine..&lt;br /&gt;So the four of us..Ignacia, candice, Den and me together with chef went to the chef's office to look for chef's tim..After waiting for a while, cehf's tim brought us to computer lab to have a private talk together with chef jake. We talked about today's situation..of how she always use vulgarity in every sentence she say and scold people with the F word..chef tim said he is going to take action which is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Later in the end, we ended up having funny conversations with the two chef's.&lt;br /&gt;What a day to start with by letting people scolded me with all the F words. Maybe it was partly my fault too..I should not have straight away blaming her "What did you do?"..It was just a reflection in my mind and wasnt on purpose of blaming her. But thinking of it again..there was no one else on my table except for her..and i just left the table for like 10 scnds and saw her squat down touching things here and there at table below. Too bad, I didnt see her spilling it. If she did it, and she admit it, then I will be okay.somehow i have this strong feeling she was really quilty today by how she scolded chef jake after class.Dont tell me the bowl of ganache spilled by itself because of the wind?? thats so unreal because the bowl is heavy.somebody must have pushed it. I really suspected her because christie told me she heard nadine saying" I wish it was an accident"&lt;br /&gt;I really dont wish making another ganache..thinking of chopping the chocolate is crazy. All the way home, I felt really sorry for chef jake for getting all the scoldings from nadine today because of me and still able to try to shield and protect me from her..After the meeting he even cheered me up saying&lt;br /&gt;"be happy and have fun at home." SORRY SORRY SORRY..I know it wont helps.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have point blames on Nadine,too. Maybe she really didnt do it. maybe the wind that did all this..or maybe the Ghost..hehehe. Or i know what...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start sleeping so that God gives me a nice dream of who the culprit was..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS IT for TODAY. I hope tomorrow will be a better day!&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5555235601066606603?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5555235601066606603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5555235601066606603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5555235601066606603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5555235601066606603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-monday.html' title='crazy monday!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-3904438159995892665</id><published>2007-03-08T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:41:40.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chef comittee today</title><content type='html'>To hell with chef comittee..I got the chef comittee for today..how suay!&lt;br /&gt;I was praying hard this morning when i stepped into class that im not going to be the chef's comittee today..&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through teaching in class while chef stopped for a while, christie who is from the back group came to front table and look through the job list for today..when she came back, I asked her..&lt;br /&gt;"Do you see what my job for today? Am i the chef's comittee?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me no..but when i checked it myself...I was like..My  name is listed above...written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chef comitte:Nadine, Ignacia, Yana...OMG OMG! Today is going to be a disaster for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, halfway through making my cake, chef called me..to inspect the new arrivals,put them and arrange them by date in a freezer..HELLO!! I was halfway doing the cake..Even though i know..We cant say NO to chef..I was like so frustrated..after that..he made me carry the one carton of sugar which was so damn heavy..and put it in a box of sugar..&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i finish being his slave, i rushed back to my table doing my cake..hoping to get in time along with others..This feeling was the same like yesterday..Never been relaxed these past few days!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made white chocolate swiss meringue today..and chef didnt do a demo on it..halfway doing it..i was like so panic!&lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to do next? im so lost..Luckily I hav denieza..I cant imagine if the two of us were panicked..We wont be able to produce any buttercream cake..hahaha..We were so busy..and the equipments are hell so heavy and BIG!! phewwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;the good thing was..We finished it in time..considered fast, too...thats probably because of christie helped us..We get really well with other group. Christie,christian,indra and ignacia..we always help each other if there is problems..Like how christie helped us earlier..as soon as i know what to do, I remember every step of the process and I helped christian group just now..&lt;br /&gt;yah..even though im not in their group..but i will not die helping them right..Cos they seem to be in need of help..&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the front group..they are always competing with each other..There is no peace betwee them..OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before going hme today, chef made us sit facing one another to have a meeting between all students..if anyone has any complain to each other...when chef was about to release us home, he saw a black basket bin and the white wall beside it was painted with chocolate. Then he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want anyone whoever did that stand up and clean that up before i can release all of us home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, nobody want to admit it..Alberto was like:"Come on people..you are not childish anymore.Just stand up and clean it up!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy was like: "If nobody wants to clean it then I will clean it!!! Cos i have to work at 4!!" And then it became an argument between all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nobody admitted, chef said..we all get no credits and he will clean it himself OR tomorrow morning we come to school early to scrub that wall off and we still can get credits for today..Everybody agreed on the 2nd option..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the locker room area, everybody was accusing nadine..because she got her apron splashed with chocolate all over..bust she doesnt want to admit it..haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day..I hope tomorrow we are not baking anymore cake..Maybe just decorating cake we made today..Cos i dont like the feeling where we have to bake..Everybody keep pissing off with each other..haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever..DONE for today! To hell with waking up early tomorrow..I should have stick with AA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-3904438159995892665?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/3904438159995892665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=3904438159995892665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/3904438159995892665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/3904438159995892665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/chef-comittee-today.html' title='chef comittee today'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-8659557750778320517</id><published>2007-03-07T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:24:16.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate today!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was Super-stressed for me in class.&lt;br /&gt;It was going okay for me first, in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to make almond chiffon cake today per person, and chef was like first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please get the Mis-en-place[everything ready] for almond chiffon cake now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we[my group] was like running back and forth the kitchen to get everything ready.In fact the whole class did. I shld have video-taped the whole scenario..It was super busy. I assigned every person in my group for the task.&lt;br /&gt;I get the dry ingredients, while Denieza get the wet ingredients, and ignacia get the tools ready. We are suppose to make a chiffon cake for each person..But then I was thinking..If each person get their own ingredients, our own work space will be so full of ingredients..We will not have enough space to work on..what made things worse was that..There were only 2 mixers for each group...and both mixers are going to use for per person and there will be no enough time waiting,too.&lt;br /&gt;So what I did was, I tripled every recipe for all the ingredients..We are just going to combine our ingredients, and divide into three portions in a cake pan.This case, it will save us up a lot of time. Because, we were given only one hour to do that. The chef's crazy. Happy to say, we made it on time, bake it. And i didnt feel any pressure for the first time in the morning. From cake to tools, for the first time we are fast today.While I did the cake, Ignacia washed the dirty tools in the dish room. We finished at around 8.00. Then, I looked around, I saw people still kept doing their cake,not yet bake their cake and I was like walking in classroom saying to myself "WOW YOU ARE FAST TODAY!!" And I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I stand around at my bench together with Ignacia..and chef was like going around asking people :"how many chiffon cake do you bake? Do you have extra?" and everybody said "NO"&lt;br /&gt;Then, chef wrote another recipe for another cake and we were suppose to get the mis-en-place for it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, nightmare CAME! Just as I was about to start doing the mis-en-place for new cake,Suddenly I heard my name called out "Ignacia and Yana! can you bake me a chiffon cake?NOWWWW!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like running out from that classroom but i cant do that..Or maybe told him..NO..because we have to get ready for another cake since we are given only an hour to do that too..But I was like...Chef is Chef..he is like the KING..whatever he says, all we have to say is YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started feeling the pressure..I have to get the mis-en-place for chiffon cake again..from the wets and drys..I told ingnacia that she shld get the wet one..But..she is too blur to know what;'s going on..I have to force myself to work alone..&lt;br /&gt;Along when I was doing the cake, I was thinking : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is going to get our misa-en-place for blackforest torte? Oh there is still Denieza..She is going to get it..COs i saw her grabbing chocolate coating which was part of the blackforest ingredients" And so I was rushingly doing the cake..and Im FAST doing the chef's cake,too. I put the cake in the oven around 8.45..and I started at around 8.15 which means I worked for only 30 mnts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE! I thought that was that! BUTTTTT Denieza came to me and asked me to get the misa-en-place ready for our group..&lt;br /&gt;"I thought u r getting it already?"&lt;br /&gt;"No..that's for chef's"  &lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE really mad at chef. How could he assigned all from our group? Then, who is going to do our blackforest cake to finish it in time so that he wont be angry with whoever who is late baking the cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then rushed like hell...getting the chocolate converture from the front table, chopping it to small pieces till it reached 16 oz.&lt;br /&gt;And that's only for one person..We were suppose to work alone...and denieza asked me to get for each person..which means I have to chopped chocolate for 16 0z x 3..48 0z and separate in a different bowl..Can u imagine me doing that!!&lt;br /&gt;And In front at chef's bench, I could hear chef saying :&lt;br /&gt;"AS soon as you r done doing the misa-en-place for blackforest, can you  grab a stool and sit down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw people grabbing stools, except from my group. Of course they grabbed stools! They have enough time to get everything ready in time..While I have to rush making cake for the fat chef and did the misa-en place for later use at the same time! Cant he please at least consider our feelings? Who does he think we are? robots? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made things worse..I called ignacia out to help me doing the chocolate measurements..BUt she was like hestitated..And so i finally made her just do the chopping of chocolate to small pieces which was the easiest part of the job already..I was mad at Denieza and Ignacia,too...Who do they think i am? ROBOTS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like so bossy. Me this and me That. Get this get that. I feel so tired out and being pressured from chef and them.&lt;br /&gt;Thats not it. I feel even pressured if all the other teams stared at me for doing things so slow..Im not slow..my group just wont co-operate. I do things better without group. When group, I feel like a lot of pressured..people bossing me here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finally later found out from denieza.."Here yana, you can use my chocolate converture i prepared for chef..that is 16 oz already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHat?  isnt that for chef?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah..but he got it already at the front table. He told jennifer to prepare it already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE CHEF is CRAZY. HE LOST HIS MIND. He called my name, Ignacia and Denieza and told us that we are the chef's comittee for today, but he called out another name again...Indra,christian,Rachelle..to be the chef's comittee.&lt;br /&gt;And earlier i heard him saying.." Jennifer you are the inspection committee for today..but i heard him saying again for like 30 mnts later..Denieza, you are the inspection commitee for today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i went up to the front to look out for the job list for today, I checked out mine..was the sweeping floor together with Ignacia.I WAS LIKE WTH...how could he made us do the chiffon cake when we are not the chef's comittee? Cos chef's comittee are the ones who usually get the misa en place and bake cake for chef. NOT the sweepers!!! sweepers are just sweepers!they are related to the floors!! NOT FOOD! Thanks to him for making me and my group felt so pressured today..him and his chef's comittee stuff...He shld  thank the sweepers for baking him a cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crazy day i had to go through..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-8659557750778320517?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/8659557750778320517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=8659557750778320517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/8659557750778320517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/8659557750778320517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-today.html' title='I hate today!!!!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-3072309771190592433</id><published>2007-03-05T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:19:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>penuh perjuangan!</title><content type='html'>I felt like today was super busy in my baking class. People just kept walking in and out from the kitchen to behind the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Today was especially busy for me because i had to leave early for my orthodontist 1.30 appointment. I had chef's permission but he was asking me: why dont u leave now? what time is your appointment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i said 1.30..and he was like..why do u have to leave later?&lt;br /&gt;I told him that i need to finish my tiraimisu,decorating it and stuff so that i can get points from him. BUt he told me to finish up the cake tomorrow morning.."while other do their cake, you finish up the tiramisu"&lt;br /&gt;But then i was thinking, in that case, i will be behind others, and i dont want it to happen. So i sacrifice my time to finish up the tiramisu. It was like hell finishing that up..a lot of work and patiet needed in order to have it beautiful. I was so rushed, but luckily, i managed to finish at 1.00 and showed it to chef. And what surprised me was, I managed to have my tiraisu beautifully decorated. I had a feeling earlier that im going to have ugly tiramisu for rushing with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought it to chef's bench, and was so happy when chef's jake told me: Ow..that was a really beautiful tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;and then I was asked to check off by writing my name on a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt find a single sight of cab, so i walked down to the furthest end with a toolbox, a bag, another toolbox, and a box of cake with tiramisu inside..You coldnt imagine how i carried it. It was so hell..and what made me frustrated was, the taxi was not helping me. I had to walk fursthest up again to have a cab. And my feeling was like "what if im late? The doctor's gonna be mad at me." FInally, there was one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even chatted a while with the taxi driver..it was so surprising to me that he kept on praising chinese language..He even said chinese is overpowering America soon..and he can speak little chinese..How many americans i know who like chinese language? I can count there is none..HAhahaha.strange though..&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the point we were almost reaching the 380 20th avenue where the adress of the orthodontist is, He asked me&lt;br /&gt;Do u have a boyfriend? or are u married? &lt;br /&gt;I replied him back..neither of them..and he was like asking for my phone numbers..&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared. He even told me..Do u know how many white guys wanted so much to have a chinese girfriend?&lt;br /&gt;How many people are after you in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is a pyscho..I was so scared i get off the taxi so fast..while he kept on talking to me,  I replied him with a quick bye bye..thats crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today..I had my braces took off today..Was so happy  :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-3072309771190592433?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/3072309771190592433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=3072309771190592433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/3072309771190592433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/3072309771190592433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/penuh-perjuangan.html' title='penuh perjuangan!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-2933230317612623764</id><published>2007-03-03T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:23:51.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRAMIS-U</title><content type='html'>I made tiramisu in class on friday which is yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited! I should have taken a picture of it yesterday..HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-2933230317612623764?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/2933230317612623764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=2933230317612623764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2933230317612623764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2933230317612623764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiramis-u.html' title='TIRAMIS-U'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-2911027966834216854</id><published>2007-02-25T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:44:36.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bedae this year</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kmaren malam there was another surprise for me. Aku dpt surprise dr anak2 gereja..&lt;br /&gt;Skitar jem 10 an gitu, anak gereja dtg. Aku nya padahal udah di atas ranjang tidur. &lt;br /&gt;Pas aku lg tidur gt, ada org yg gedor pintu keras2 "DOR DOR DOR"&lt;br /&gt;AKu kaget! tp aku cuekin soalnya udah ngantuk..Selimutku trus kucover di ats kpalaku.&lt;br /&gt;Ga taunya 2 mnt kmudian, ada lagu trus I saw belinda carried the cake..di balakang dia followed by the rests...rame bener..&lt;br /&gt;Aku kiraen aku malah mimpi..&lt;br /&gt;"happy bedae to u...&lt;br /&gt;Happy bdae to u...&lt;br /&gt;Happy bedae to Yana&lt;br /&gt;Happy bedae to u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus aku disuruh bgn dr ranjang, made a wish and tiup lilin..Aduh  malu bgtt..soalnya lg pake baju tidur.Smuanya pada rapi padahal..But I was so happie..Bener2 ga nyangka bgt. Trus habis itu..aku disuruh speech..buset..aku blnk"Jgn lah..Malu ini distare sekian byk org" HEHEHE. Trus kita maen kartu..maen babi2an..Seruuu super. &lt;br /&gt;Poto2 bntar habis itu mrk plg. I was so happy and unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengkiuuuuu again guyssssssssss. ALOt a lot. &lt;br /&gt;This bedae was so special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-2911027966834216854?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/2911027966834216854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=2911027966834216854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2911027966834216854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/2911027966834216854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-bedae-this-year.html' title='Busy bedae this year'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-136714650167216300</id><published>2007-02-24T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:58:53.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially 21</title><content type='html'>Im 21 but i dont feel happy! I feel im old..&lt;br /&gt;BUT I want to say thank you buat tmn2 yg udah surprise in aku kmarennn malam..&lt;br /&gt;Here was the plan,&lt;br /&gt;Christine stopped her car in front of Jenny's house. Kita br selse jemput jenny dr tmpt kerjanya, trus dlm mobil si jenny blnk:&lt;br /&gt;Eh yan, gw mendingan nginap di rm loe aja, soalnya si c-tine ntar hrs jemput bolak balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah di dpn rm jenny, si C-tine nanya: " Jen km mau mandi dl yah?"&lt;br /&gt;Then she said yes..[dlm hatiku...yah, hrs nunggu lg dech..lama lg dech nyampe ke rm gw..I was like going to ask her..knapa ga mandi di rm gw aja?jd loe tinggal paack baju loe"...But I didnt ask.&lt;br /&gt;Mgkn gara2 gw udah saking ngantukkkk kali yah..akibat bgn jem 4 pagi trus tiap hari. Trus si yanti blnk dia mau kencing dl soalna dia kebelet. Si c-tine jg ikut2an dia blnk mau berak. BUSET. smuanya pada sibuk..trus aku blnk&lt;br /&gt;"yaudah lah..kl gt kalian smua naik. aku ga ikut naik. aku tunggu di mobil aja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENAPA?????smuanya spontan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dingin bgtt di luar. hrs kluar masuk males ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they left...I was waiting in the car all alone..halway sleeping, suddenly c-tine came&lt;br /&gt;"Cen,beneran ga mau naik? soalnya mobilnya mesinnya mau dimatiin."&lt;br /&gt;Trus aku bng: Oh iya matiin aja tin mesinnya. Aku ga dgrin lagu kok. Tp dia malah ke atas dgn tdk mematikan mesinnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, aku ketiduran trus tiba2 bgn.."GILE jg..lama bener si Jenny mandi nya?pas bgn..I saw something..I saw 2 ppl sitting in the front..I was then so scared.Aku sms c-tine" Tin masih lama yah? aku mrinding nih mbil km."&lt;br /&gt;"bntar lg yah yan" thats all she said. Sterusnya..sampe all the while, Aku tunggu..saking takutnya aku telpon yanti..aku nanya..kpn turunnya..dia blnk bntar lg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2...suara mobil pintu dibuka..aku SHOCK KAGET TAKUT..I thought that was the GHOST i saw..I shouted and almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;But then i heard suara tmn2 lainnya..pas kubuka mata ada bedae cake sama nyanyian2 dr tmn2..Aku trus masih brain lag..&lt;br /&gt;yah habis itu aku kluar mobil, made wishes, and blew  the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didnt manage to follow their plan..HAHAHA. rupanya plan mrk tuh aku disuruh ikut kluar ke rm jenny. trus habis itu, jenny bkl operin selang dr atas ke bwah utk teddy yg nungguin di luar rm jenny.Trus aku disuruh kluar and si teddy bkl dr blakang siramin gw followed by the rest..After i heard the story i was like..HENGGG ahhh..UNTUNG GA! sudah dingin2 begitu masa masih mau disiram..bisa bekuuu. Untunggggg ga kluarrr dr mobilllll. Smuanya pada kesel sama aku soalnya aku susah bgttt diajak kluar. Trus aku crita ke mrk..that i saw smtgh..smuanya lgsg takut. Si jenny yg tdnya cmn ngibul mau nginep di rm gw utk alasan, malah jd beneran.HAHAHA. saking ktakutannya, kita smua nginep di rm C-tine.&lt;br /&gt;That was fun. Trus poto2 di rm dia. halfway through si rey sama tiger dtg utk ngucapin bdae. We hang around until 3an gt dech. Abis itu kita tidur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSKnya nih, kita ke halfmoon bay janjian sama Raisa and Melanie. Wah kita telat 2 jem..jd kasian ma mrk..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Sampe sana..Kita maen pasir,,,Bgss benerr pantainyaa..But it was so cold yee..DAmn colddd.untung si c-tine provide byk baju di mobilnyaa..trus kt hang around di pantai..Tiba2 aja...smuanya tanpa sadaran aku,  ceburin aku ke laut. BUSETTTT&lt;br /&gt;SUPER DIINGINNNNNNNN. Tgnku beneran BEKU lgsg. Ga bs gerak.  Itu masih blom. Habis dicebur, malah disiramin pasir.&lt;br /&gt;Ga bs dibayangkan dech itu dr atas smpe bawah sekotor apa. Mrk  blnk...Stylish bener fashionnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untungg aja ada toilet. Aku pinjem baju claa dr c-tine. UNtung ajaaa di bagasi mobilnya ada byk baju yg udah ga mau dipake dan utk dijual. Aku di toilet lama benerrr..kluar2...smuanya was like staring at me..HAHAHA.Senyum licikk tuh pada. dasar.&lt;br /&gt;HAbis itu...kita pigi ke tmpt pedesaan..BGSS bgtt dech view nya...Bener2 bgs..I wish i live there...so quiet and sepi and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Kita poto2 di sono..sampe titik trakhir pun kami tdk mau kalah berjuang utk dipoto. Soalnya batrai hp udah habis kita malah maksaaaaaaa..HAHAA..habis itu mkn2...skitar 7an plg..capek bgttt.Oh iya..Hp ku rusak gr2 sewater...haiya..tmn2 yg sms sama telp smua pda ga bs masukk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengkiuuu for the surpriseess yooo guys. I was so happyyy..Tengkiu BGT BGT. But i dont like my age..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-136714650167216300?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/136714650167216300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=136714650167216300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/136714650167216300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/136714650167216300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/02/officially-21.html' title='Officially 21'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-6228763974646766192</id><published>2007-02-22T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:39:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. 3 seconds ago, Belinda called me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bel: YANAAAAAA...lg ngapain? punya waktu ga skrg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was thinking like, whats wrong with her? She sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bel: Gw mau kasi loe sesuatu nih. SUDDENLY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni sen Ri Khuai Le&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni sen Ri Khuai LE&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni Sen Ri khaui Le&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni Sen Ri Khuai Le&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Ni sen Ri Khuai Le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole song, I was just smiling and mind was blank. Maybe cos It was the first time someone called me just to sing a full birthday song to me. Im so touched. Thx Bel.&lt;br /&gt;She told me she took a lot of courage to sing that bdae song to me..SHe was so shy. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is too early, BUT I APPReciate it a lot. BUt I dont wanna be 21!!!. Dont care about the legal age. Dunt wish to be 21~~!!!!!... I want to stay 20 forever!&lt;br /&gt;ARIGATOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-6228763974646766192?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/6228763974646766192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=6228763974646766192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6228763974646766192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6228763974646766192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/02/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-3890272916433374123</id><published>2007-02-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:03:03.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday, february 22 2007</title><content type='html'>Ok..lets talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;When i was in the bus 31 yesterday, there were 2 ppl in the bus trying to find fault with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Costed the bus to wait for more than hour. I was suppose to reach home at 2.30 but I got home at 4 instead. AND I NEED TO study safety sanitation for my final for the next day. The stupid bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's test safety sanitation was really easy. BUt when it comes to food science, It was so hell difficult. I got so nervous and couldnt concentrate much. My hand freezes soon when i got the test paper.I got even more nervous when I saw ppl keep coming out when they are finished with the test. Chef Steve should have prepared a much more easy final questions..:(&lt;br /&gt;It was so diificult. Plus the units test, too.To hell with mathz. I cant do mathz. OMG. I will probably go out from that class with a c grade. Ok..so tomorrow is my certification exam. Hopefully I can pass this exam with flying colors. I need to get the certificate.&lt;br /&gt;And after tomorrow I will have my last class for safety sanitation. I will be moving on to the cakes class which is just next door from my current class im taking now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Steve said we will be doing pate a choux in chef's jake baking class on Monday. Talking about pate a choux, I just ate them in my school canteen today. The students made them and it tasted really nice. There were quite a variety of shapes. But the one i ate was the swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for monday class now. I need to get there early because I am going to aim for the front seat row. It is much easier in t he front row when you need to see for chef's demonstration of making cakes. I cant wait wait wait. Hopefully I could bake a successful Pate A Choux next monday!!!Then, i can bring them Home. LALALALALA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YO JIA YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-3890272916433374123?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/3890272916433374123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=3890272916433374123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/3890272916433374123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/3890272916433374123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-february-22-2007.html' title='thursday, february 22 2007'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-7986480340305993595</id><published>2007-02-18T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:39:36.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heppie chinese nw yr to all people</title><content type='html'>Im wishing HAppy Chinese New Year to ALl people.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we all be blessed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fat Choy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-7986480340305993595?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/7986480340305993595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=7986480340305993595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7986480340305993595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/7986480340305993595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/02/heppie-chinese-nw-yr-to-all-people.html' title='Heppie chinese nw yr to all people'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-984473879345623194</id><published>2007-02-18T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:36:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FinalLy chinese New Yr</title><content type='html'>Finally chinese New yr!&lt;br /&gt;Things went great yesterday nite. I stayed up late till 4 am in the morning. We played card games and ate shabu2.&lt;br /&gt;BUt was mad when friends just went home like that without helping tidy up the mess before going home 1st. Luckily I have rk and yohan to helpp clean the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm hopefully this yr I will be more filial to parents. AND TH EMOST IMPORTANT THING!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my fat sis will not be so PEMARAH and BIN O O. Just because she thinks she is elder, she has all the power and she can make all the decisions. You WISh! HOw I wish Santi is here with  me now, cos at least we share the same thoughts and characters.Unlike her OMG. KOKo treats me much better. I always see people, they are sisters and yet they get along well.Just like how the elder one, not So bossy. OMG sometimes i wish i can just scold her. SHE doesnt even clean the house. ALWAYS ME!TIRED! Out of 4, i cant get along with her the most AND yet, My dad send her here with me?????? If thats  the case, I wish im going to australia with my koko. WHEN WILL SHE CHANGED???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing bout her, She looks different if she is with friends. She looked like she cared. YEAH RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVER KNOW PPL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-984473879345623194?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/984473879345623194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=984473879345623194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/984473879345623194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/984473879345623194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-chinese-new-yr.html' title='FinalLy chinese New Yr'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-6161016388505866664</id><published>2007-02-06T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:41:41.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 6th 2007</title><content type='html'>HELLO~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my school!! WOke up very early this morning at 5 AM to catch my school shuttle bus at 6.20&lt;br /&gt;First day of class, chef Steve was just going through about basic hygiene, food science and knife skills.&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised the building at SOuth was a nice one. BUt, we have to study in a kitchen. It was just like you are attending food channel where you sit in front of the chef.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we got our tool kits too and chef Steve was going through the purpose of the kits for. I cant believe for a luggage and a handbag, it all consisted the tools. BUt i love all the tools, though. &lt;br /&gt;ANd the school provided free lucnch everyday too.We just have to give our ID to the canteen representative in order to get food.&lt;br /&gt;I think the food was cooked by the students itself because i saw a lot of cakes, desserts.&lt;br /&gt;One thing i dont like is I have to wear full uniform wherever i go. And the lining up as a line before entering the classroom to have chef Steve check our uniform one by one,too. It fet like i am a kindergarten student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Steve was pretty strict when he taught us basic hygiene. We have to wash our hands every half an hour and after that have to wear gloves. Im  looking forward for the skills study. Tomorrow is just basically another hygiene lecture. We can have our skill study until thursday.  CHef Steve said we will be taught how to use the knives, decorate cakes, melting chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation yesterday was a long one but fun too. Cos they served all kind of food to desserts made from their students. I was so lucky i met with one international student too.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL i luv the school! BUt it is so sad that the program is only going to be 8 months. How i wish it could be longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-6161016388505866664?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/6161016388505866664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=6161016388505866664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6161016388505866664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/6161016388505866664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/02/february-6th-2007.html' title='February 6th 2007'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-5107064785184117793</id><published>2007-01-31T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:30:19.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAn 31st 07!</title><content type='html'>First of all...I want to say..Welcome to the new year 2007 to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;This year have to be more happy than last year and i hope I can be more filial to parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly have the urge to try blogging again because STEPPI and I were talking about blog in MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hopefully too, this year i can be more  independent student in a new school!&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school, Im going back for good this august!..HOHOHO! Couldnt be happier to be with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Yr is coming soon..Tough being far away from home. Chinse New Yr is suppose to be with your family celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if we have any plan here..I wish we can have games with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2007! and One thing im worried about in every year..I do not wish to grow any OLDER! I wish i can just be forever 20!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-5107064785184117793?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/5107064785184117793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=5107064785184117793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5107064785184117793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/5107064785184117793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2007/01/jan-31st-07.html' title='JAn 31st 07!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-4635664280097083815</id><published>2006-12-01T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:02:41.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blablablabla</title><content type='html'>just testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-4635664280097083815?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/4635664280097083815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=4635664280097083815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4635664280097083815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/4635664280097083815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2006/12/blablablabla.html' title='blablablabla'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-114550211804303082</id><published>2006-04-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:01:58.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>You r Useless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-114550211804303082?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/114550211804303082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=114550211804303082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/114550211804303082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/114550211804303082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-113400515447939974</id><published>2005-12-07T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:25:54.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpexted fever</title><content type='html'>Hiks..im down with flu and fever&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be my cousin's bridesmaid in the coming two days from now&lt;br /&gt;I cant be sick&lt;br /&gt;This cant be the way it should turn out &lt;br /&gt;What can i do now?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should cancel being her bridesmaid..&lt;br /&gt;But...she already bought my morning dress and evening gown for me..&lt;br /&gt;I cant back out just because i am sick..&lt;br /&gt;its not fair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just run away on her wedding day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the run-away bridesmaid?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-113400515447939974?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/113400515447939974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=113400515447939974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/113400515447939974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/113400515447939974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/12/unexpexted-fever.html' title='unexpexted fever'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-113180692162353701</id><published>2005-11-12T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T06:48:41.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>You know..&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day  I was almost knocked down by a car..&lt;br /&gt;It was dark blue in color with a middle age man with his wife were inside &lt;br /&gt;Just  1 cm left and I was almost sent to the gate of hell..&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I managed to slap hard the car with my right hand and avoided it real fast&lt;br /&gt;After it happened..we were all stunt with ppl watching us from far&lt;br /&gt;The driver was Kind of Shocked that he kept scratching his head and repeating his forgiveness from me..&lt;br /&gt;you know..his wife was angry that she blamed her husband for it..&lt;br /&gt;I guess...both of them were scared that i would bring this matter to court and they would be charged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short.." They think I might sue them for what happened"&lt;br /&gt;Haiya..Why would I? As long as I am fine with no injuries...besides im not that petty type pf person..&lt;br /&gt;But too bad..before I said" It's okay to them" I already walked straight ahead without giving them any attention..&lt;br /&gt;So they might think that I'm angry and didnt want to forgive them..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ppl..but I was still shocked for what happened..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I would be if I was a little late alert.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven? Hell? In hospital having a comma? &lt;br /&gt;Funny..&lt;br /&gt;maybe im thinking too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the King of heaven he still want me to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-113180692162353701?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/113180692162353701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=113180692162353701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/113180692162353701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/113180692162353701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112646924893733420</id><published>2005-09-11T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:07:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, it's the weekend, OUR weekend.&lt;br /&gt;we spent the whole weekend mostly in apartment 800.&lt;br /&gt;"that's such a pity" people would say?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? WHO? i aint pitiful at all.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I  enjoyed my entire weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We went grocery shopping, tried new eat-outs,&lt;br /&gt;chills with my roomies.&lt;br /&gt;That's heavenly...&lt;br /&gt;Just another week, just another week.&lt;br /&gt;We'd be liberated. OWRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Overstreet you son of the bitch, you're going down end of this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;No more playing games with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Unmoralized humor, despicable gay-monstrous sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says who won?&lt;br /&gt;we say we won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiphip hoorrayy!&lt;br /&gt;hiphip hoorrayy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112646924893733420?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112646924893733420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112646924893733420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112646924893733420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112646924893733420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-again-its-weekend-our-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112632522532876363</id><published>2005-09-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:03:13.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiks. Im down with flu flu flu. &lt;br /&gt;It's probably the curse of Yamin.&lt;br /&gt;I can't consume yamin anymore.&lt;br /&gt;To hell with Yamin. Yamin sucks... &lt;br /&gt;I prefer bubur and masakan Rika.&lt;br /&gt;YEAYY, I just bought a new set of makeup kit.&lt;br /&gt;I love it and It's cutteeee. &lt;br /&gt;My new hobby is make-up now.&lt;br /&gt;Every Tuesday, iv no morning class&lt;br /&gt;so i'd wake up early and do my make up till it look perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I want Joey to think that Im his girl.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112632522532876363?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112632522532876363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112632522532876363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112632522532876363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112632522532876363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/09/hiks.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112512760886641610</id><published>2005-08-27T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:26:55.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yamin</title><content type='html'>i just had my yamin not long ago!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;taste still as nice as before&lt;br /&gt;LOVINg iT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning everbody had a hard time moving our things to public storage,&lt;br /&gt;It was really an experienced&lt;br /&gt;We had fun though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAMin YAmin YAmin&lt;br /&gt;gonna back for more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112512760886641610?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112512760886641610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112512760886641610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112512760886641610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112512760886641610'/><link rel='alternate' 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think.&lt;br /&gt;maybe like, selling matchstick on the street.&lt;br /&gt;no. tht would be too fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should take my map along and explore the whole city of san  francisco.&lt;br /&gt;aha! tht'd do it!&lt;br /&gt;i buck myself up and spent $2.69 just to get the city's map with the routine of buses in there.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn help it.&lt;br /&gt;i am a born explorer. iv to study a map. no matterwhat.&lt;br /&gt;me, Dora THE EXPLORER!!!&lt;br /&gt;yea. so.. tht is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iye. this morning, i accidentally swallow a lemon seed.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to grow a tree of lemon on my head.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;shit ... how can i be so careless.&lt;br /&gt;and then last night, i accidentally swallow an embryo from an egg.&lt;br /&gt;aduh, i am so so careless. &lt;br /&gt;hiks. oh ya... i have to confess. i love my friend, rika.&lt;br /&gt;she's too nice. too nice. and she is trying hard not to be iseng nor she wants to lie again. and i think she's done it.&lt;br /&gt;good job good job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112447172959418276?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112447172959418276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112447172959418276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112447172959418276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112447172959418276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-these-days-its-matter-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112356759704958805</id><published>2005-08-08T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:06:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGusT!</title><content type='html'>IM transfering school to the art academy soon................&lt;br /&gt;BYe Bye ARt Institute&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna miss u a big timeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U are a good school&lt;br /&gt;but i just dunt like the teachers....&lt;br /&gt;IM taught nothing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYe2 AI&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYEE TO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;I will still MISS u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112356759704958805?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112356759704958805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112356759704958805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112356759704958805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112356759704958805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/08/august.html' title='AUGusT!'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112312258756517127</id><published>2005-08-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:30:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such A long Day 4 today</title><content type='html'>Silent AfterNOON  &lt;br /&gt;let me summarize what everyone was doing in class while perkin was teaching us..&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAmes--&gt;Stared blankly into the space..not knowing what to do...Tired of listening To perkin reading essays every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey Nagasaki---&gt;almost fallin asleep but still trying hard to open up her eyes wide..pretending to listen to perkin's reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana----&gt;No guilty-ness whatsoever...was the first one who was fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny----&gt;Really SAluted Her..She was really concentrating on his lesson..In fact she was the Only 1 who followed his lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won----&gt;DaydreaMing..staring blankly at perkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ravi----&gt;kept looking front and back to see how's everyone doing..he wasn't following perkin's lesson either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rika----&gt;Fidgeting around...Wanting to sleep bUt couldnt get to sleep..At last saw her reading brochure about GANJI Iran's attack that was given by ppl who were gathered outside our sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel---&gt;Stared outside the window blankly...kept doing hand signs to me that perkin is such a boring teacher...When she finally got Mad at him..she wrote something on a paper that's written :"IT NEVER ENDS" and showed it to me...I just kept laughin all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petrina---&gt;straight away went home after the breAk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patrick----&gt;halfway playing game with Mike llime and halfway sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron-----&gt;Saw him drawing throughout perkin's  entire lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Lime---&gt;Kept fidgeting around,Kept sighing,Played PSp,Whispering about perkin with me throughout perkin's entire lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana----&gt;daydreaming,stared blankly at the book pretending i was reading,Whispering bout perkin with mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break REcorders:&lt;br /&gt;Runner Up:&lt;br /&gt;I dunnow what his name called----&gt;came in late before the class was 3 hours to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scond runner Up:&lt;br /&gt;TenZing-----&gt;came in late before the class was 2 hours to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Place:&lt;br /&gt;FLINN---&gt;Came in to Class before the class was 0ne hour to be over...he came at 4! everyone was giggling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RESt of the students:DID not come at All...some turned up only for the first week and never showed their face again after the first week..how fantasTic is That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Great CLass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody paid attention to him except for sunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112312258756517127?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112312258756517127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112312258756517127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112312258756517127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112312258756517127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/08/such-long-day-4-today.html' title='Such A long Day 4 today'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112252457567726772</id><published>2005-07-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:22:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAshoMOn</title><content type='html'>Another day of perkin's day...&lt;br /&gt;Every wednesday...laziness,boredom,restless come naturally...&lt;br /&gt;english class made me crazy&lt;br /&gt;everthing is silent every wed afternoon&lt;br /&gt; I call it "silent afternoon"..&lt;br /&gt;today we continued to watch rashomon..&lt;br /&gt;followed by ceasar..&lt;br /&gt;i saw everyone sleeping in class except for one or two....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perkin..hm....today..everyone who got their essay was asked to read in front of the whole class...&lt;br /&gt;perkin seemed happy when rika read her story about terry green&lt;br /&gt;this is my first time i saw him laughed so cheerfully&lt;br /&gt;i felt relieved when i noticed him from the back&lt;br /&gt;He is HAPPY...YEAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today....rika and i bouught peaches from outside school-wet market..&lt;br /&gt;we ate them at the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;and we proudly told our friends that we ate peaches in the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;guess they almost got disgusted....&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr...another overstreet lesson tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;i really dont want to see his face....&lt;br /&gt;he doeSnT teaCH....and expect us to do the first poster without being explained how to use the illustrator...&lt;br /&gt;he  really is wasting my money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112252457567726772?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112252457567726772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112252457567726772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112252457567726772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112252457567726772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/07/rashomon.html' title='RAshoMOn'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112232551081150242</id><published>2005-07-25T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:05:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Image manipulation day</title><content type='html'>Today..i almost late for school &lt;br /&gt;i got a real headache yesterday and couldnt get to slp early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty Chappell greeted me "hi yana" the moment he stepped into our class&lt;br /&gt;and we talked about Indesign software and that he could help me with illustrator and indesign for electronic layout&lt;br /&gt;he is so good and GreaT instructor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept during his class when he was doing presentation &lt;br /&gt;But everytime when i almost got into my dream-world,&lt;br /&gt;my friend, joey christianson, woke me up by poking my stomach and slap my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniway..thx to him,too &lt;br /&gt;i could catch up with the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...still 3 more days to go for this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112232551081150242?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112232551081150242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112232551081150242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112232551081150242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112232551081150242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/07/image-manipulation-day.html' title='Image manipulation day'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112201667927473764</id><published>2005-07-22T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:17:59.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International meeting outing</title><content type='html'>IT was FUn TODAY&lt;br /&gt;we had a dinner at Italy restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;and we got to know one japanese lady name chihoko and we &lt;br /&gt;learned a lot of japanese words from her...&lt;br /&gt;so fun&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo tsu ke Te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112191224445258047</id><published>2005-07-20T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:17:24.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PErkin's day</title><content type='html'>Russell perkIn is such a poor pitiful old man..&lt;br /&gt;Nobody did his homework for descriptive essay&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT for RIka AND me&lt;br /&gt;i COUld SEe that he was so disappointed with the other students...but still he blamed himself for not taking the responsibilty to explain about the essay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope by reading our essay in front of the whole class would at least brigthen his day today....&lt;br /&gt;He seemed so pitiful...tears almost strolling down when i saw him struggling to find his pen which dropped on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;And the way he tried to find the TV's functioning buttons..&lt;br /&gt;seemed so helpless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shoulD respect Him a Lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today we continued watching japan's movie which we already watched halfway for his class last week&lt;br /&gt;The moVie was ridiculous...everyone kept laughing at the actress...&lt;br /&gt;i found her like..."0ver-acting"&lt;br /&gt;and cos of that she really spoilt her image...everyone found her sucks in that movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have my last class tomorrow for electronic layout and after that im through for this week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112191224445258047?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112191224445258047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I lOvE tyPOGRAphY CLASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Kaup ROCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112182662597935984?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112182662597935984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112182662597935984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112182662597935984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112182662597935984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/07/typography.html' title='TyPograPhy'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112165186202695506</id><published>2005-07-17T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:57:42.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RollerBlading dae</title><content type='html'>Todae..yohan rika and me went to the golden gate park to rollerblade&lt;br /&gt;There was this spot for rollerblading&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanted to know how to rollerblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..I was too scaredddd&lt;br /&gt;I fell down so many timess todae..&lt;br /&gt;After tired of falling i took a rest on a bench watching other ppl playing&lt;br /&gt;Then,there was this  stranger guy talking to me asking me&lt;br /&gt;"is this ur first time'?&lt;br /&gt; and so i said yeshh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up and said that he is goin to teach me&lt;br /&gt;IT was so hard..he had to keep track with me so as to avoid me from falling down&lt;br /&gt;many times i fell down he had to carry me from the back...&lt;br /&gt;It must be tough on himm&lt;br /&gt;how nice of him to suddenly teach me &lt;br /&gt;He spent his time teaching me untill i had to go home...&lt;br /&gt;*grateful*&lt;br /&gt;cos i managed to skate a lil bit ..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;I told him that i dont want to continue anymore after i encountered many fallings&lt;br /&gt;BUt he kept telling me that im getting iT&lt;br /&gt;and yah he is righttt....at least i already know my basicc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably next time we will meet again &lt;br /&gt;cos he said so that he probably will meet me again at the same spot&lt;br /&gt;I know he is going to teach me till i finally got the skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;butt hurts,feet hurts,hands bleed&lt;br /&gt;who cares?&lt;br /&gt;im happie...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112165186202695506?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112165186202695506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112165186202695506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112165186202695506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112165186202695506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/07/rollerblading-dae.html' title='RollerBlading dae'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112097724608311510</id><published>2005-07-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:34:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>Okay i have officially played and banged my piano for the whole day directing my happiness into a form of music&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Finally,school starts on monday....&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are really numbed now........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't type muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah...there were these bunch of guys talking to me on the street on the way when i was out for minor "thingy"&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden they just called me darling??&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of scared at first..&lt;br /&gt;They don't seem like they are bad guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i got back home,&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower To&lt;br /&gt;GEt reADY for a movie...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FantASTIc 4"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112097724608311510?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112097724608311510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112097724608311510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112097724608311510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112097724608311510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112033705964202910</id><published>2005-07-02T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:54:38.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mengenal masa lalu</title><content type='html'>ga habis mikir,,knapa waktu berjalan dgn sangat amat cptt..&lt;br /&gt;perasaan br kemaren aku di sg maen2 sama tmn..celebrate birthdae&lt;br /&gt;perasaan br kemaren aku ditanyain sama papi ku di lift on the way bli obat2an buat aku ke sini &lt;br /&gt;mukanya yg kliatan sedih..rmbtnya yg udah ubanan dan kata2nya yg masih kuingat sehari seblum aku brangkat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cen..kenapa km sedih?kalo km ragu..yaudahh jgn pergi ke sana..sampe sana ga ada yg jaga..papi khawatir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menjwb dgn yakinnya..kalo aku mauu bgtt...tp sebenarnya aku masih ragu2..perihh bgtt pas liat raut wajah papiku yg tidak mau aku pergi ke us...&lt;br /&gt;di spanjang prjalanan..papi dan aku sempat diem sbentar ga ngmng...&lt;br /&gt;aku tau kok..kalo papi sedihh bgtt...&lt;br /&gt;papi bliin aku sepatu dan obat2an biar aku ga sering sakit2an...&lt;br /&gt;pas prjlnan plg..kugandeng tgnnya yg udah brkerut dan &lt;br /&gt;aku sempat nangis di dpn dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas malemnya...aku liat papi beres2in koper2ku..&lt;br /&gt;malemnya aku sempat nasehatin ke papi kalo papi hrs jaga diri baik2..&lt;br /&gt;mkn yg tratur,mkn obat yg tratur,jaga mami yg bdnnya sakit2an..&lt;br /&gt;pas itu dah jem 11..semuanya dah bobo..&lt;br /&gt;tinggal aku aja..&lt;br /&gt;aku ga bs bobo..trus ke study room maen internet bntar..&lt;br /&gt;ga taunya ga lama lg..papi nyamperin aku ke study room..&lt;br /&gt;dia pegang dahi-ku..krn takut kalo aku tiba2 demam panas&lt;br /&gt;dia blng..dia liat lampu nyala makanya dia nyamperin...&lt;br /&gt;trus aku dsuruh bobo biar bs bgn pagii bsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas di kamar...&lt;br /&gt;aku menangis..pikiranku bykk bgt..&lt;br /&gt;kalo aku pigi:&lt;br /&gt;ga ada yg tmnin papi kalo dia kesepian..&lt;br /&gt;g aada yg selimutin dia pas mau bobo&lt;br /&gt;ga ada yg mijatin bdnnya kalo lg sakit2an&lt;br /&gt;ga ada yg tmnin dia jln2....&lt;br /&gt;aku pas itu udah hampir ga jd pigi..&lt;br /&gt;tp semuanya uda telat..&lt;br /&gt;aku udah diterima sama skolah aku.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku jg uda janji sama tmn aku.&lt;br /&gt;mau ga mau..aku hrs pigi..&lt;br /&gt;shrusnya aku pikir2 dulu sebelum aku apply skolah di sini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papi takutt bgt kalo aku sakit,,&lt;br /&gt;soalnya dia uda trauma 3 taon liat aku sakit &lt;br /&gt;dia ga kerja cmn buat tmnin aku di sg slama 3 taon...&lt;br /&gt;dia jg yg cari pengganti darah buat aku supaya aku bs survive dr kanker darah&lt;br /&gt;yg plg aku inget..tengah malem..pas aku tiba2 dlm keadaan darurat..&lt;br /&gt;papi gendong aku utk ketemu dokter..&lt;br /&gt;ruangan kamar hospital yg aku tidurin dr ruangan DR itu jauhh bgtt..jd papi hrs buru2&lt;br /&gt;abis itu yg aku tau..aku dinfusi dr idung..dmasukin darah..dah dibius&lt;br /&gt;bsknya pas sadar papi udah di sebelah aku nungguin..&lt;br /&gt;setaon slama aku di rm sakit..papi jg tmnin aku di rm sakit&lt;br /&gt;mami ada di indo jaga cici ddku yg laeenya&lt;br /&gt;papi slalu brusaha keras mengiburku pas dia tau kalo setiap aku di chemotheraphy,&lt;br /&gt;rambutku pasti akan rontok sampe botak dan bdnku lama kelamaan pasti gendut akibat air infusi&lt;br /&gt;dia ga mau kalo aku tau...&lt;br /&gt;tp prnah skali aku tau pas mami nyisirin rmbtku sambil menangis &lt;br /&gt;tiba2 aja aku kaget pas liat rmbutku segumpal berserakan di lantai...&lt;br /&gt;setiap aku pegang rmbutku..dgn sndirinya tuh rmbt jatuh..&lt;br /&gt;pas sadar..aku lgsg nangis..aku  botak...&lt;br /&gt;lama kelamaan..aku jd gendut dan botak..&lt;br /&gt;aku malu pas sodara2ku dtg menjengukku.perihh bgt...aku g abrani liat diri aku sndiri di kaca..&lt;br /&gt;yg plg perih..jarum2 suntikan ga pernah ga ada dlm hidupku..&lt;br /&gt;di hidung,di punggung,di tgn...&lt;br /&gt;uratku smpe hbis krn diinfus..pernah krn urat tgn aku udah habis..urat kaki aku dipake utk infus darah..&lt;br /&gt;tiap hari aku di bed hospital..sampe bosen hidup..&lt;br /&gt;aku coba utk cabut jarum infusi yg ada di tgnku..tiba2..kuliat selang infusi itu penuh dgn darahku..&lt;br /&gt;papiku kmudian bgnn..kecewa dan menangis  di dpnku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsknya..aku minta maaf..&lt;br /&gt;pas tengah malem..kuliat papi tidur di kursi sandaran di lantai..&lt;br /&gt;aku sedihh bgtt pas liat dia tidur di situ..dia ga pantas hidup ssperti itu..&lt;br /&gt;aku slalu brpikir..knapa aku hrs bebanin papi??&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan jln aja aku ga becus..hrs digendong2 trus..&lt;br /&gt;mau buka dompet aja ga bs..krn ga ada energy&lt;br /&gt;mau mkn aja hrs disuapin...&lt;br /&gt;dia trpisah sama mami dan cici ddku cmn gara2 aku..&lt;br /&gt;pernah sekali pas aku bgn dr tidurku,aku melihat papi menghadap kluar jendela sambil menangis...&lt;br /&gt;dan pernah jg sekali,aku ga bs kluar dr toilet..aku ga bs buka kunci pintu toilet itu krn aku bener2 ga bertenaga...dan aku ga bs berdiri dn becus...&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku teriak menangiss krn takut...papi lgsg masuk ke toiletku..dia coba dobrak pintu toilet itu,tp tetep ga bisa..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya papi manjat dr kamar toilet sebelas utk masuk ke kamar toiletku...&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya semenjak itu,aku ga dikasi ke toilet sndirian..&lt;br /&gt;aku tauu papii capekk bgtt..sedihh bgtt..&lt;br /&gt;tiap hari ke mana2 hrs dorong aku yg pake kursi roda&lt;br /&gt;makanya&lt;br /&gt;aku pengen mengakhiri hidup..g amau bebanin papi lg..&lt;br /&gt;kucabut selang infus di idungku dan di tgnku...krn itu cmn jln satu2nya&lt;br /&gt;habisnya..jlln aja ga becus..&lt;br /&gt;tp akihirnya ketauan jg..papi aku kali ini bener2 kecewa..habis aku dibawa dr ruang darurat..&lt;br /&gt;papi crita bykk ke aku..yg membuatku sadar..&lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku hrs menyerah sedangkan dia ga pernah menyerah hidupku..&lt;br /&gt;aku sempat blnk ke dia:&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya gpp lg kalo aku ga hidup..ngapain habis2in duit cmn buat aku..&lt;br /&gt;mendingan tuh duit buat skolahin cici dd..di sg duit hospital g amurah..apalg kalo selama 3 taon dirawat begitu trus..&lt;br /&gt;kalo papi ga capek..akunya capekk bgtt..sluruh bdnku sakit bgtt...&lt;br /&gt;tiap hari bisanya ditusuk sama jarum..sampe punggung blakang jg ditusuk cmn buat ambil sumsum tulang..&lt;br /&gt;lgan kl aku sembuh jg aku ketinggalan pelajaran..&lt;br /&gt;yg paling aku sedihnya..rmbutku pasti jatuh setiap kali kuraba..tgnku sakitt bgtt krn jarum infusi..AKu udahh ga tahann lg..hidup ini gila..hidup ini ga adil...tuhan memank ga adil-kubilank ke papi&lt;br /&gt;papi aku bener2 stunt...dia cmn bs blng:&lt;br /&gt;gmnpun beratnya biaya rm sakitmu..papi ga pernah menyerah..&lt;br /&gt;papi bisa ninggalin kerjaan papi demi kamu...kenapa kamu ga bs hidup demi papi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata2 itu lgsg mbuatku sadar...aku hrs hidup..gmnpun..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya..aku dan papi tiap hari menjalanin idup di rm sakit trus2an...&lt;br /&gt;aku minta dirawat  di rm sodaraku yg di sg..soalnya aku ga mau di rm sakit trus..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya..permintaanku dikabulinn sama dr..dgn syarat aku hrs tau mkn obat yg tratur,lgsg ke rm sakit kalo ada tanda2 bulet2an bengkak di sluruh bdn..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku pun tinggal di rm sodaraku..tp bdnku suka ga enak tiap hari..&lt;br /&gt;tiba2 aku liat..ada tanda bulet2an bengkak ijo di sluruh tgnku..kukira itu hal yg biasa..&lt;br /&gt;g ataunya..bsknya..mkin bykk..aku diem2 aja...&lt;br /&gt;tngah malem tiba2 aku kejang2..suhu bdnku 42 degree..papi lgsg kaget..aku digendong ke rm sakit..taxinya jg ngebut..&lt;br /&gt;papi kept telling me:&lt;br /&gt;matanya jgn tutup..jgn tidur..buka trus..&lt;br /&gt;aku cmn bs liat muka papi yg burem..udah ga gt sadar lg..&lt;br /&gt;suara papi kayaknya udah jauhh bgtt...&lt;br /&gt;yg aku liat..pas sampe di rm sakit..aku kenal sign warna merah yg trtulis:&lt;br /&gt;"emergency room"&lt;br /&gt;aku lgsg dipakein tabung oxygen..dan udah ga sadar lg setelah itu...&lt;br /&gt;pas aku sadar aku ada di rm sakit lg..papi di sebelahku..&lt;br /&gt;aku semenjak itu gak diperbolehkan kluar dr rm sakit lg..&lt;br /&gt;suatu hari pas siang,ward aku didtgin satu anak perempuan..umurnya kayaknya sama kayak aku..masih 10 taon&lt;br /&gt;bdnnya gendut..tp rambutnya ga gt botak...&lt;br /&gt;dia psti kena penyakit yg sama kayak aku-aku pikir dlm hatiku&lt;br /&gt;dia trus ajakin aku ngmng sama maminya...&lt;br /&gt;dia suruh aku jgn pernah give up..soalnya dia mengalami hal yg sama kayak aku..&lt;br /&gt;katanya dia udah sembuh..dan dia blng aku pasti bs sembuh asal aku mengikutin tahap2 pengobatan dkter specialis aku&lt;br /&gt;yaudah..aku angguk2 aja..&lt;br /&gt;yg aku anehnya dia tau aku dr mana?mgkn dkterr aku yg suruh dia ngmng ke aku yah..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya dgn dorongan dkter,suster,famili,papi &lt;br /&gt;aku sembuh dan bebas dr alam neraka...aku boleh kluar dr rm sakit itu..aku boleh plg ke indo..&lt;br /&gt;tp tetep hrs menjalani pemeriksaan rutin..&lt;br /&gt;papi smpet ke jakarta dan aku ditinggal di sg bentar..soalnya papi ada business..dia diundang sama presiden soeharto ke istana merdeka buat ambil piala krn soal perdagangan...pas itu aku bener2 bangga sama papi&lt;br /&gt;pas dah selese dia mampir ke sg..dan kita balikk ke indo sama2...&lt;br /&gt;AKHIRnya aku bs ngumpul sama familiikuuu lggg...senengg bgtt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus aku didaftarin skolah lg di indo..&lt;br /&gt;pas itu rmbtku masih botak2..dan udah gendut bgtt..&lt;br /&gt;bener2 kayak cowo pokoknya...&lt;br /&gt;jd aku decided utk pake seragam skolah yg cowo aja..&lt;br /&gt;pas hari pertama skolah..aku diketawain..dijelek2in sama tmn2 kelas...diblng bodoh..soalnya aku ketinggalan kelas&lt;br /&gt;sedih..ga ada tmn...&lt;br /&gt;aku dibilang bencong...seragamnya cowo dan suaranya cw..tp akunya diem2 aja..aku cmn bs nangis&lt;br /&gt;hampir satu skolah menjelek2an aku..krn kepalaku yg ga brambut dan tubuhkuu yg aneh&lt;br /&gt;pass pulangnya aku blng ke mami papi..aku g amau skolahh..g aENAK..dah ga kayak dulu..&lt;br /&gt;aku dijelek2in..&lt;br /&gt;tp papi blng..biarin aja mrk mau bilang apa..mrk kan ga tau background kt..dicuekin aja..&lt;br /&gt;malemnya pas aku nangis..ada satu mbak aku yg baikk..namanya tini...dia nasehatin aku...&lt;br /&gt;katanya itu adalah satu cobaan yg hrs aku jlnin...cuekin aja sekitarmu yg udah menjelek2an mu...&lt;br /&gt;yaudah..besknya aku ke skolah lg..tetep aja aku g apunyaa tmnn..g aada yg mau maenn sama aku..&lt;br /&gt;tmn aku di skolah cmn mami yg nganterin mknan buat aku..habis itu udahh ga ada lg..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya taon 1998 aku dipindahin ke sg sama cici ddku...&lt;br /&gt;aku memulai hidup  baru...walaupun papi mami ga sering di sg...&lt;br /&gt;aku punya bykk tmn di sg..enakk bgttt&lt;br /&gt;pas masuk ke changkat aku udah mulai diet2an...sampe sakit lg...akhirnya dimarahin...&lt;br /&gt;tp..krn ortu ga di samping..aku cuek aja walaupun aku tau kondisi bdnku kayak taik..sebel..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya dr kilo yg 70,aku turun ke 42...aku tiap hari ga mkn..cmn mkn apell..sampe pingsan trus di skolah..&lt;br /&gt;gurunya jg udah pusinkk kayaknya...&lt;br /&gt;aku dibawa lg ke rm sakit...akhirnya..disuruh tinggal di sana lg..BT..katanya aku anorexia..&lt;br /&gt;gila...selama di rm sakit itu..aku diajar cara mknn yg bener...&lt;br /&gt;biar bdnnya seimbang...&lt;br /&gt;tmn2 sgku kagett jg pas dgr..&lt;br /&gt;mami jg sampe pusink liatnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kdg2 kupikir2 mamiku jg kasian..dia dr kecil ga dikasi skolah sama ortunya..disuruh jd pembantu..&lt;br /&gt;kdg liat mami yg diketawain sama org.. aku sedihh sndiri...gara2 buta huruf,mami ga bs apa2..ga bs nulis..walaupun dia udah bersikeras mencoba caranya membca dan mnulis...coba aja suatu hari aku bs kasi separo apa yg bisa aku baca dan tulis...mami memang orgnya keras suka marahin org..tp hatinya dia lembut bgtt...&lt;br /&gt;mami kalo dgr suara aku nangis di telpon..dia jg ikutan nangis..prnah skali mami masuk salah pesawat gara2 ga bs baca..&lt;br /&gt;dia akhirnya nangis..kdg2 aku kesel sama akong jg..anak2 lain dikasi skolah..knpa mami ga?&lt;br /&gt;g afair bgtt..masa disuruh jd pembantu..idup mami dan papi dulu susahh bgtt...mami bisa jd keras  jg gara2 ortunya..&lt;br /&gt;tiap hari dipukul..dibentak..dimarahin...pantesan aja dia melampiaskan kemarahannya ke anak2nya skrg...&lt;br /&gt;kita ngerti kok..&lt;br /&gt;papi dr kecil kehilangan bokapnya krn ga ada duit biayain rumah sakit,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus..aku dikasi tau kalo itu semua gara2 karma yg kita buat dulu...&lt;br /&gt;apa yg kamu tanam kehidupan ini...maka dia akan menghasilkan buah di kehidupan yg akan dtg...&lt;br /&gt;aku blajar bykk dr satu monk itu..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku bener2 percaya bgtt sama dia...soalnya..apa yg dia jelasin..&lt;br /&gt;semuanya udah dialamin sama aku..&lt;br /&gt;aku bener2 berhutang sama smuanya...&lt;br /&gt;dan pengen bgtt menebus dosa2 mami dan papi..&lt;br /&gt;makanya tiap hari aku chanting..&lt;br /&gt;aku mulai2 dikasi penglihatan sama my GOD..&lt;br /&gt;kalo dunia itu hanyalan hampa,,&lt;br /&gt;the reason aku bisa ngeliat ghosts dr kecil krn aku punya jodoh sama mmrk..&lt;br /&gt;tugas ku sebenarnya disuruh tolong mrk..biar mrk dpt direnkarnasi kembali...&lt;br /&gt;liat aja aku udah kabur kayak org gila..gmn aku bs tolong??&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya ga kuat dech..sampe aku minta apapun caranya utk menutup mata ketigaku ini..&lt;br /&gt;dan br2 itu sebelum aku ke sf..aku disembayangin dulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampe skrg...&lt;br /&gt;skrg aku lebih seneng dr sebelumnya&lt;br /&gt;udah punya bdn yg sehat..mata yg dah ga bs ngeliat2 "lala"&lt;br /&gt;but still..aku brpisah dr ortu trsayang&lt;br /&gt;aku bener2 hutangg budi bgttttttt bgtttt&lt;br /&gt;tp..walau jauh tetep aja aku sering2 telpon..&lt;br /&gt;PAPi selalu menyuruhku utk &lt;br /&gt;tabahh dgn cobaan...&lt;br /&gt;ntar kita bisa ketemu lg katanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...skrg tujuanku di sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blajar yg rajin...cepetan graduate...&lt;br /&gt;biar bs brsama mrk selamanya&lt;br /&gt;and my biggest ambition is&lt;br /&gt;kalo aku dah punya uang kerja sndiri,&lt;br /&gt;aku mau nyumbang duit ke anak2 yg mengalami sgala penyakit..&lt;br /&gt;krn aku tau hidup mrk...&lt;br /&gt;pernah sekali..aku dpt experience job dr skolah..&lt;br /&gt;dan kerjaku di sana disurh jadi suster...&lt;br /&gt;aku melihat bykk anak2 kecil yg tidk mmpunyai biaya rumah sakit..&lt;br /&gt;ortu mrk yg udah keilangan harapan..cmn bisa menangis dan berdoa&lt;br /&gt;aku bahkan sempat meliat anak2 kecil teriak menangis kesakitan &lt;br /&gt;aku sempat mengajak mrk bicara..&lt;br /&gt;aku menyuruh mrk utk jgn pernah menyerah..mrk hrs idup demi org2 sekitarnya..&lt;br /&gt;aku  bahkan sempat membantu mengumpulkan duit2,meminta sumbangan dr org2 lainnya&lt;br /&gt;tp hasil duit yg aku kumpulin..sangat tdk memuaskan..aku kecewa sekali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampe skrg..aku tidak tau gmn anak2 itu srkg..&lt;br /&gt;krn aku hrs ke sf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kdg hidup itu memang ga adil&lt;br /&gt;ada jeleknya dan ada yg buruknya&lt;br /&gt;kita hrs menjalanin segala cobaan yg kita hadapin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba2 aja aku kepikir masa lalu aku..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku memutuskan utk nulis di sini...&lt;br /&gt;walaupun aku ga mau org2 tau kehidupan masa2 aku dulu itu gmn...&lt;br /&gt;tp rasa berterima kasih trhadap org2 yg udah mendorong aku ituu gede sekali&lt;br /&gt;sehingga aku pengen bgtt mengungkapkan perasaan trimakasih aku skrg dgn cara menulis blogku&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;my only wishes in life cmn: &lt;br /&gt;i hope that papi slalu sehat2 dan panjang umur&lt;br /&gt;hope that mami will alwaiz be tough..&lt;br /&gt;aku bener2 blajar bykk dr  kehidupanku dan jg kehidupan mrk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabah dan jgn pernah menyerah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112033705964202910?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112033705964202910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112033705964202910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112033705964202910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112033705964202910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/07/mengenal-masa-lalu.html' title='mengenal masa lalu'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-112026259119709380</id><published>2005-07-01T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:03:11.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im so SAD</title><content type='html'>so my sisters went back today..and i just got from the airport..&lt;br /&gt;i hate separation...&lt;br /&gt;time went on so fast...&lt;br /&gt;feels that it's just yesterday they arrived here...went to six flags and mystery house,mystery spot,and santa cruz beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretend to be stong not to cry...&lt;br /&gt;i have to sleep alone now...and i hate it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEsterday:&lt;br /&gt;we went to santa cruz to winchester mystery house&lt;br /&gt;rented a car..&lt;br /&gt;journey was 1 and half hr..&lt;br /&gt;when done with mystery house&lt;br /&gt;moving on to have buffet for lunch..&lt;br /&gt;next&lt;br /&gt;went straight to mystery spot..&lt;br /&gt;it was hell fun..everything there was all bout slanting..&lt;br /&gt;took pictures..&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;came the santa cruz beach...&lt;br /&gt;the beach was so diffrent from east coast beach...very awesome..&lt;br /&gt;there was also an amusement park..&lt;br /&gt;so..we rode water-rollercaster..&lt;br /&gt;everybody was wet..&lt;br /&gt;but evryone enjoyed it..&lt;br /&gt;next..we rode double spot...&lt;br /&gt;was really2 thrilling..&lt;br /&gt;then we saw a haunted house..&lt;br /&gt;decided to go in..&lt;br /&gt;so..everyone bought their tickets excitedly..&lt;br /&gt;never did we know that we would be separated into group of 4 ppl..&lt;br /&gt;final decision was made up..&lt;br /&gt;sunny teddy rika and yohan would be together to go in first....&lt;br /&gt;just a few secs after they went in i heard sunny's shouted..&lt;br /&gt;it must be really scary-i thought myself&lt;br /&gt;3 mins after they were inside..&lt;br /&gt;we were asked to go in..&lt;br /&gt;so andre lead the way...&lt;br /&gt;all i could see was darkness..and of cos..the ghosts..&lt;br /&gt;just about i want to back out i saw the staff slamming the door..we were locked..&lt;br /&gt;everybody was shouting except for andre ofcos..&lt;br /&gt;i was holding santi's hands and yanti was holding my arm's when i suddenly heard voices from different angle..&lt;br /&gt;saw scary faces..worst of all..everything was so dark that we cant find our way out of that room.&lt;br /&gt;i shut my eyes all the while and finally cried when it became scarrier..&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go with the emergency exit but andre insisted on walking till he said he could find the exit door&lt;br /&gt;we made it finally..&lt;br /&gt;but on the way to the final..we were shocked by the voices and people again..&lt;br /&gt;DAMN the hounted house...&lt;br /&gt;i was so relieved when we were outside..&lt;br /&gt;everyone saw me crying...it was so shameful...&lt;br /&gt;everyone was laughing when they saw me cried..&lt;br /&gt;teddy laughed the most though(watch out ted--if u r reading this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santa cruz beach next&lt;br /&gt;we played with the sand and wave&lt;br /&gt;i believe everyone enjoyed this field trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed back to san francisco city &lt;br /&gt;everyone was fallen asleep in the car except for andre who was driving and teddy who was beside him.&lt;br /&gt;and finally for dinner..we had brothers(korean restaurant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-112026259119709380?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/112026259119709380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=112026259119709380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112026259119709380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/112026259119709380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-sad.html' title='im so SAD'/><author><name>Yana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05615177782020492174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-111984871676784450</id><published>2005-06-26T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:09:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay parade DAy..</title><content type='html'>hm...Today we were almost late for gay-parade day...&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the gay parade will be organized at noon 3 till nite...&lt;br /&gt;lil did i know that it started early in the morning and will be over at 1...&lt;br /&gt;So we took our own sweet time to wake up late&lt;br /&gt;When i suddenly  got a call from andre at 11.30 that the gay parade will be over at 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I rushed myself...took a shower...dried my hair...&lt;br /&gt;AND told Rika and Yohan...&lt;br /&gt;None of us wanna miss iT...&lt;br /&gt;SO...we rushed ourselves to the powell street to meet andre and teddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gay parade was fun...&lt;br /&gt;what a sight...&lt;br /&gt;i find it funny...&lt;br /&gt;cos it's my first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay parade's over...&lt;br /&gt;we(rika,yohan,yanti,santi,yana,andre,teddy) went to vietnam restaurant to have lunch...&lt;br /&gt;everyone was bloated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed back to avalone nob hill while andre and teddy went back to their home coz they got to work at bamboo village..&lt;br /&gt;talking about bamboo village...i really need to get a job in bamboo village...&lt;br /&gt;andre promised to find me a job there...&lt;br /&gt;so..hopefully i will be accepted to work there...&lt;br /&gt;just pray hard.... coz i need to help my dad for financial income..&lt;br /&gt;i actually want to work at borobudur but..&lt;br /&gt;seems like it doesnt need any new worker now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just wait for a miracle thing to happen that i will be given a job either in sch or outside sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile,i still miss steffi...i dunno y but i just did...&lt;br /&gt;its been like...a long time since i last talked to her...&lt;br /&gt;laughed with her....and hanging out with her....&lt;br /&gt;i miss her real badly............&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for dec to come......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all bloGGIE..&lt;br /&gt;o yah...tomorrow six-flags day...&lt;br /&gt;im so excited....&lt;br /&gt;sorry tep...ga bisa mSn for two days ya say...&lt;br /&gt;soalnya kita bakal nginep di hotel&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-111984871676784450?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13708879.post-111972395781261913</id><published>2005-06-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:25:57.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday...</title><content type='html'>we had a fine dining at rene's restaurant outside Sf yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;i was really bloated..so did they i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked with best friend,steppi..steppoi..steffi.. yesterday in the phone&lt;br /&gt;Her voice was so excited unlike her usual self&lt;br /&gt;napa tep??dah dpt cowo baruu??trus mau share kebahagiaan??HAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;i really miss her....&lt;br /&gt;ntar dec ketemuannn yoooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;balikk kan yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;gw kalo bisa ga  mauu sambung siniii lggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae is the day for bbq again...&lt;br /&gt;our apartment is organizing a party for the residents here...&lt;br /&gt;MAtI dech gw ginii trus...&lt;br /&gt;buncit2 tuh peruttt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;tata bloggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-111972395781261913?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/111972395781261913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=111972395781261913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/111972395781261913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13708879/posts/default/111972395781261913'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;andre received a call from bob that he just woke up from slp...and got to buy groceries..so to make it on time...the BBQ was cancelled to 7.&lt;br /&gt;we(yohan rika teddy santi yanti andre me)made ourselves busy by walking around union square,ate king of thai recommended by andre that the food there is delicious...&lt;br /&gt;later,andre got a call from bobby,who found out that we were eating outside WhEn we were actually not supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;Cos bobby worried that we wouldnt have the stomach to fill in all his bbq food...&lt;br /&gt;So...andre used my sis's name to cover his "quilt-ness"...&lt;br /&gt;moving on NEXt,rika and yohan went back home to get medicine..so we have to wait for them outside macy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time was still too far away from 7...so we planned to play bowling..and it was really FUn...&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring though...&lt;br /&gt;Next,we made our way to bob's house at 5.30 at trinity tower...&lt;br /&gt;i saw him busied himself by skewing satays...doing preparation for the bbq party while we lazed around on his sofas..&lt;br /&gt;rika and yohan did help him by skewing the satays though while the rest just sitting listening to teddy playing a guitar...&lt;br /&gt;after everything;s done..we went to the rooftop and PArty BeGAn!!!&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the party came his friend patris and joyce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..party's over at 9 and we found ourselves with nothing-to-do session.&lt;br /&gt;we were about to go home when suddenly andre suggested that we should go to GHIRARDELLI to have some ice-cream..cos he said the ice-cream there is SUPERB and FAmouS....&lt;br /&gt;Thus,we made our way there...&lt;br /&gt;yohan rika santi yanti and me followed bob to sit in his car&lt;br /&gt;AND off we went to GHIRARDELLI chocolate and ice-cream facTORY...YEAYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was already 10...but the  NIGHT SCENERY there was REALLy REALLy BEautiful..&lt;br /&gt;we ordered earthquake ice-cream to be shared with 9 people...&lt;br /&gt;it was really2 fun cos never in my life i shared ice cream wif 9 ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,we took pictures along the street,outside the GHIRARDELLI factory...&lt;br /&gt;we made a fool of ourselves by jumping in front of a camera...&lt;br /&gt;but all of us enjoyed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually planned to go to treasure island next but when we heard it is really cold and no one was prepared to bring thick clothings we finally decided not to go anymore....maybe NEXT timee&lt;br /&gt;so...we finally decided to go home as it was already very  late midnight&lt;br /&gt;bob sent us home wif his car and there we go...&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;I really HAD a lot of fun yesterdAY...&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOU GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysterious spot next week!yesH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>yesh!&lt;br /&gt;Finals OVER...so excited...cant wait to wake up late..&lt;br /&gt;today is the day for spring graduation students to show their port folios...&lt;br /&gt;their works were fantastiC.....&lt;br /&gt;I,rika,yohan and teddy collected a lot of namecards from them&lt;br /&gt;They got a lot of creative designs...wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to watch mr and mrs.Smith tonite...&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13708879-111897627382596918?l=choco-berry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choco-berry.blogspot.com/feeds/111897627382596918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13708879&amp;postID=111897627382596918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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