<?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-4375132467556801943</id><updated>2012-01-08T02:00:10.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Into Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-1791240017276488511</id><published>2009-12-31T17:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:22:29.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, 2009. It was a pleasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember welcoming 2009 with a broken heart. I remember it very well. But when I think about the broken heart, or the man who broke my heart, I immediately thought of the other man who makes me happy. Who gives me a huge stupid grin on my face, who makes me feel like my whole body is shaking, who makes me feel loved. And don't forget about the goosebumps! He's my best friend, my partner in crime, my teenage-anger musician, my hot English man, my lover and more importantly, the love of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first few months are the months of misery and love all together. I admit, I was thinking about the past quite often, but the present and future gets me excited as well. I was torn between the two, I was confused. But I decided to let it all go, and stick with the present. Because I know that the present has an interesting offer about the future and it is something quite special. This particular man has accomplished on stealing my heart, all of it, and I have wished nothing but to never give it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides the perfect love story, this year also has been really interesting. I found myself moving back to Indonesia for University, taking Law as a major. I found myself struggling to live, as I'm living on my own now. I got my own place and rules which I found very amusing. I've had a thought, way back when, where I didn't ever want to live all by myself. I don't ever want to be far from home, all the I-don't-have-to-set-an-alarm-to-wake-up-in-the-morning routine, or the when-I'm-hungry-I-can-always-have-food time. But the most important is the I-can-ask-my-parents-for-cash-whenever-I'm-broke ability. Actually, now that I live alone, I can still do that. They wouldn't let me go without cash, and I ever so grateful because of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's go back to the perfect love story. Despite the rough times, this year has been incredibly beautiful because of that special man. We went through a few of rough times, of course. But who are we to ask for a perfect life? Everybody goes through that, it can't all be beautiful. I'm more than grateful that we both accept it and move on with it. Neither of us can be considered as a child any longer, so I don't ever get worried something horrific will happen to us just because we can't handle our emotions. Besides, arguing sometimes can be quite fun at the end of it. If you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My 2009 was filled with &lt;i&gt;Dean Parker&lt;/i&gt;, the quite special man. He is the man of my dreams, and all I can think about while writing this blog is &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. I can not ask for more beautiful stories, because he gave me the best ones. I've known him for years, but 2009 is the best year because I get to call him mine, and from that year on wards. 2009 is the beginning of my new perfect little life. I will cherish those joyful days I experienced always. I am looking forward for those years that are yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for &lt;i&gt;DP, &lt;/i&gt;I can never thank you enough for making me happiest when I'm at lowest. You are right, we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; destined to be together. We have been wasting all these years before, but without it, I doubt we would ever be where we are right now. Thank you for making 2009 not just another year, thank you for making it special. I'm sure you wouldn't mind finishing the book you are writing in, me. You have wrote the first chapter of my life, our life, so please finish the book with a happy ending. As for me, I would be more than happy to help you write and complete this book of our life. I hope you won't ever get enough of me. Happy new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you so very much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-1791240017276488511?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1791240017276488511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1791240017276488511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009-it-was-pleasure.html' title='Goodbye, 2009. It was a pleasure.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-3190236877243434157</id><published>2009-09-06T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:06:15.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved to Bandung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been updating this bloody blog for such a long time. It's not really because I got no time, I had all the time I want but I just don't know what to write. Anyway, I've moved to Bandung for Uni. I got accepted in University of Padjadjaran in Bandung with Law as my course. I've been living here for a couple weeks now, living alone and that. It's pretty fun in here, to be fair, but I really miss home and my family. Especially my boyfriend, I can't wait until he come over this end of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, really. I've told you I don't know what to say. Bye. xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-3190236877243434157?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/3190236877243434157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/3190236877243434157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-moved-to-bandung.html' title='I&apos;ve moved to Bandung.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-1439170066091067930</id><published>2009-06-16T14:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:49:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Jakarta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Ello there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I haven't been writing any blog lately, I can't be fucked really. Knowing that no one actually reads my blog, and no one gives a fuck. I still sometime miss the feel of writing whatever I want, in my private blog. So I come by sometimes to check on my blog (no point really) and today I've decided I will write something here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to Jakarta on the 3rd of June and just got back last night the 15th of June. I went for a test for a University in Bandung, and of course, a little holiday for myself. So, the first thing that came to my mind when I arrived at Soekarno-Hatta International Airport was to Tweet. Yes, I am addicte to Twitter. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/captaindasya"&gt;This is my Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, do follow, lol! So yeah, I went to the sim card booth and got myself a new Indonesian number and set up the 3G connection right away! When everything is done, I went to A&amp;amp;W restaurant to wait for my friends to come and pick me up. So I get myself a cup of coffe, lit a cigarette, and Tweet all the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I text my parents and close friends to tell them I have arrived safely! Different replies filled my phone's inbox. Most of them are funny texts, lol! After a long wait at the restaurant, they finally came! Ivan, Ryan and Drinna. Those are  my bestest friends ever! They're always there for me, oh how I miss them! Fuckkk. But anyways, we had lunch and played UNO before we left. We were there for quite sometime, because we were hungry already on the way back, lol! So we decided to eat dinner at Mas Mono restaurant! After dinner, we all left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Bandung on the 6th of June cause I got a test at University Padjajaran on the 7th. I thought we coud go there on the 7th, but the test will be starting at 8AM. So we left Jakarta at 7PM on the 6th of June. It was Me, Drinna, Ivan, Ryan, Cenna and Aldilla. It was so much fun, we didn't sleep at all. Not even me, the one who's got a test in the morning! But it's ok, we managed to be there on time. During the test, I kinda fell asleep a few times, it was embarassing because I was sitting in front LOL. The test lasted until 1PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the test, we went for a little round in Bandung. Looking at Factory Outlets who sells branded clothes and other stuff for a really cheap price. We didn't get anything, LOL! We also stopped at Circle K (a convenient store) to get drinks then we hung out at the hotel's swimming pool and played UNO. We left for Jakarta at 8PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I write down all the things that happened whilst I was there, this post would be so fucking long. But I'm a lazy bastard, so I'm not going to write anymore. But instead, I'm gonna spam you with pictures from when I was in Jakarta. I will put a little caption below the picture so you will know what was happening and which is which. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjdG7AG2MhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_rIvsLTHG2o/s400/P6033940.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347821061980697106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan, Ivan, Drinna and me right after they picked me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjenEx-VcHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mepIAyo7t_4/s400/P6053964.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347926783101857906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjenFMw55SI/AAAAAAAAAW4/P1siKwP3hy8/s400/P6053993.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347926790293284130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing UNO at Burger &amp;amp; Grill restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjenFimAxOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Qpa12v_6G7E/s400/P6104012.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347926796153177314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayu and I, at Starbucks Thamrin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjenFyi981I/AAAAAAAAAXI/00STwDYwc_Y/s400/P6134014.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347926800435376978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tasya, Drinna and me at Kelapa Gading Mall for Junior high reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjenGZukAFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/btxeX7NlQx8/s400/P6134015.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347926810952990802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss them all, great lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjeuPigVFEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dSYRV5X6YS4/s400/P6053973.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347934664509428802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got lots of other pictures to post but can't be fucked right now really. Time flies by just like that, 2 weeks seemed like 2 days. I miss each of everyone of you who has spent time with me when I was there. I shall see you soon! I hope I get accepted at the University! Wish me luck! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-1439170066091067930?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1439170066091067930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1439170066091067930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-jakarta.html' title='I love Jakarta.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SjdG7AG2MhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_rIvsLTHG2o/s72-c/P6033940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-8879845730021032172</id><published>2009-05-06T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:25:48.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I miss them so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SgCEMjRqnYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pmUku30M_2M/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SgCEMjRqnYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pmUku30M_2M/s400/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332407309969300866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-8879845730021032172?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/8879845730021032172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/8879845730021032172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-how-i-miss-them-so-much.html' title='Oh how I miss them so much.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SgCEMjRqnYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pmUku30M_2M/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-1920021818251143432</id><published>2009-03-13T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:24:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loneliness is tearing me apart, it tears me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you know the feeling of emptiness? Have you ever had a feeling that is so much more than loneliness? It's the one that can't be cured just like that, no matter how much you go out and socialize with people, you still feel empty. I have it now. All I wanna do is cry and just be alone but at the same time, I want some companion. Not just for-the-sake-of-it or hang out company, but deeper than that. This is complicated, I can't even put words to define how I feel. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to me get all depressed is not fun, so let's now move onto the next thing. Mysterious guys. Yep, guys who often sit in the corner, alone. Guys who eats alone in the canteen. Guys who look like they have secrets. Guys who often has long hair, angry looking face, and are introverts.  I am a sucker for them. I find them really interesting, and attractive. I'm probably not the only one, but I don't know any girls who likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/Sboo8AbSSOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OtLOiE-PUkg/s320/TR.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312603721808627938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/Sbogn0SB1VI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SgZbz95Ubm0/s320/WP.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312594578858169682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Riggins from Friday Night Lights and Warren Peace from Sky High. I like the characters better than the actors. Not that they are not good looking or nice, don't get me wrong. But as I said, I like mysterious guys like Tim and Warren which I'm sure the real actors are not so much like them. Then again, I wouldn't know for sure. To be honest, I don't really know anyone who are exactly like them. Because in real life, they would be introverts, and I am a bit of annoying, so they would want to be as far apart from me as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined a new social site called Dailybooth. This site allows you to take pictures with your webcam. I find it very much interesting, because if you take one picture everyday for one year, you can see how much you've changed and I think the idea of the website alone is pretty cool! You can also follow people so when they took new pictures you will get notifications on your homepage. &lt;a href="http://www.dailybooth.com/captaindasya"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to take a look at my page. Don't forget to sign up because it's so much fun! Oh, and also, follow me and follow my Twitter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to ramble about anymore. So I'm going to bail out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-1920021818251143432?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1920021818251143432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1920021818251143432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/03/loneliness-is-tearing-me-apart-it-tears.html' title='The loneliness is tearing me apart, it tears me up.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/Sboo8AbSSOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OtLOiE-PUkg/s72-c/TR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-6040083708180759577</id><published>2009-03-10T04:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:32:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of 09/03/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SbV_b6B450I/AAAAAAAAAVo/YLPibiDZTDM/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SbV_b6B450I/AAAAAAAAAVo/YLPibiDZTDM/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311291452963743554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SbV_bLGP5xI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_xQXWRS3nAQ/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SbV_bLGP5xI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_xQXWRS3nAQ/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311291440365561618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SbV-7PNAbbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/L2oUnkwbCMk/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SbV-7PNAbbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/L2oUnkwbCMk/s400/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311290891711835570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-6040083708180759577?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6040083708180759577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6040083708180759577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/03/photos-of-090309.html' title='Photos of 09/03/09'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SbV_b6B450I/AAAAAAAAAVo/YLPibiDZTDM/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-8846993736388692185</id><published>2009-02-06T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:23:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear I am alive. I've been wanting to write a new blog for days but always got distracted by other websites. And finally, I closed all the sites and put my MSN (I should probably call it Windows Live Messenger now) on busy mode. It's time to write a blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's not much new happening with me as of recently. My life is not really exciting, you see. I suppose it was, until something happened yesterday. I'm not gonna ramble about it, but to know that I had to postponed the most exciting plan of the year. That bloody event just switched a switch in me. I went emo last night. Not cutting-myself-in-the-corner-of-the-bathroom emo, just emotional. And then, there's one thing, just one tiny wee thing, that I want, would, like to have/feel. But I don't think I'm gonna get that some time soon. Which is sad because it's nice to have it, it sorta makes me happy. But enought about that, if I keep going on about it, it would take me days finishing this blog. Believe me, it is that much and so selfish in a way. The outcome of my boring sad life is, me becoming careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been playing The Sims 2 a lot nowadays. Gosh, that game is so addictive! I currently have 5 families simultaneously. It's because that I need to make partners for my characters. And because I'm using custom skin, my sim will look so much better than the original ones from the game. When I first started to play, I made a really hot beautiful perfect looking character, so I thought, the partner of my character will have to at least look as pretty as my character. After both characters got together, they have children and I will play them as well. Then I ended up making another family so that the children will have an equally pretty partner! It's a bit confusing but I am very fussy about it, so I have shit loads of families in it and more coming soon. I got 6 young adults in College, 3 toddlers, 2 elders, 8 adults, 6 dogs and a cat in total. Not in the same family, of course! I'm playing each one of them. It's so much fun! Especially when your characters looks like freaking models, hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heard Christian Bale yelling in the set of T4 yesterday for the first time, thanks to YouTube. Omg what a dick! I saw the news about it, but I thought it wasn't gonna be that mean and long! It was a 4 minutes of constant insult and humiliation and he was constantly using  profanity at the guy. Such a shame because he's such a good actor.  I feel so bad for the guy, he should've punched him in the face. But I know it wasn't that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, I started this blog at 6PM and now is 10:10PM already. I'm such a procrastinator. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-8846993736388692185?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/8846993736388692185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/8846993736388692185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-1080590421693130032</id><published>2009-01-15T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:17:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of 15/01/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SW4qbaUbTKI/AAAAAAAAATs/xUM78J3hhUg/s1600-h/P1142586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SW4qbaUbTKI/AAAAAAAAATs/xUM78J3hhUg/s400/P1142586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291213262616743074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SW4qaXhQmtI/AAAAAAAAATk/IgEEwDa_yTk/s1600-h/P1142626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SW4qaXhQmtI/AAAAAAAAATk/IgEEwDa_yTk/s400/P1142626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291213244685392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-1080590421693130032?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1080590421693130032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1080590421693130032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos-of-15012009.html' title='Photos of 15/01/2009'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SW4qbaUbTKI/AAAAAAAAATs/xUM78J3hhUg/s72-c/P1142586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-8621415543294532051</id><published>2009-01-10T23:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:16:41.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been in a bad mood lately, have been moaning a lot and also getting pissed off at some stupid little things. That lousy attitude of mine need to be getting rid off soon. It doesn't only pisses me off, but it also affects my daily life and ruins my routine throughout the day. I tend to nag and complain about almost everything, to everyone. I feel like a jerk when I talk to people, because I will always point out the negative side of something, anything, everything. I feel like such a burden to my close mates, when I finally told them all my problems, they ended up solving it for me. It's that pathetic. I was thinking of writing down the issues (or more like feelings) that I have in here. But fuck it, I'm not someone who rants about their problems on their blog, letting everyone in the world to see. I am a Taurus and from what I read, a Taurean tend to keep things inside - so no one would know when or why they're upset. That fits perfectly, I don't like showing my feelings, especially when I am upset. On the other hand, having that kind of attitude towards own's feelings is a bit, frustrating. Because I will ended up being all moody and shit. And to be honest, I don't like getting all moody towards the people that caused me being one. I don't like getting all moody full stop. It makes me feel bad and it's also not fair for them because they got no clue on what's going on. I only tend to get all moody towards the people that I have a problem with. I really hate doing that, but it's out of my capability to control it. I need to work on letting my emotions out to the people that need to know. This is shit. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-8621415543294532051?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/8621415543294532051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/8621415543294532051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-random-rants.html' title='Moan.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-6105658980341504990</id><published>2009-01-01T20:06:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:24:08.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be boring today and NOT gonna tell you how was my New Year celebration went and what did I do and all that shit. Why? Because I can. Suck it bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm just gonna get to the point where you write your New Year's Resolution! So here goes mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Again, because I can. Ha, that too, &amp;amp; also because I'm not going to tell myself what to do this year. I've been making New Year's Resolution for the past years and I ended up not doing them or forget everything a day after I made them. Yes, I am that pathetic. I always wanted to lose weight, but fail miserably. I'm never on a diet plan, even though that has been on my New Year's Resolution lists for years before this year. Sad, I know. Besides, I can't be bothered acting like I need a list of goals that I need to achieve this year. I only did that because I saw many people does that. So this year, I'm not going to plan anything (except those that need to be planned) and just let things go with the flow. Pressuring myself with lists of goals are not going to help me achieve them. It's just gonna make me stress myself out. So fuck that, no resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, this year will be great. It will be a lot of fun. New things are waiting for me to catch them. I hope nothing goes wrong. But whatever comes, I know that someone will always be there for me. Because he is sah-weet like that, lol. But also because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dean Parker : your perfect baby and&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this our new year together&lt;/u&gt; : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfect because of him. Perfectly complete. And I like to keep it that way, as long as possible (forever) And yes, this is our new year together. Whatever comes, we'll have each other. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year all, have a great one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-6105658980341504990?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6105658980341504990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6105658980341504990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-5239033403173326762</id><published>2008-12-31T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:43:29.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you hear me? Can you see me? I'm here. I've always been here. Always waiting for you in here. But when you come, nothing happen. If it does happen, it wouldn't be for long. Do you know that I'm here? Well, I am here. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-5239033403173326762?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/5239033403173326762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/5239033403173326762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-3131848874642848963</id><published>2008-12-27T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:51:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels. Fucking. Heels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVX_IcktfUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XYjN2I1kjhg/s1600-h/IMG_3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVX_IcktfUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XYjN2I1kjhg/s200/IMG_3699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284410258363350338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVX_INUZscI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JpQ6kuFIZWc/s200/IMG_3702.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284410254268412354" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVX_H728RXI/AAAAAAAAASs/g7t6p8CswhY/s200/IMG_3708.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284410249581446514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVX_HTxYGQI/AAAAAAAAASk/zr_5QojSFec/s200/IMG_3711.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284410238820686082" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My top 4 shoes of the year 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-3131848874642848963?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/3131848874642848963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/3131848874642848963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/12/heels-fucking-heels.html' title='Heels. Fucking. Heels.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVX_IcktfUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XYjN2I1kjhg/s72-c/IMG_3699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-4021977456026735729</id><published>2008-12-24T02:46:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:36:53.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggernaut and tongue1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so this blog window has been opened for about an hour now. I was thinking about everything that sucks, I was going to write about everything that sucks. But sod it, it's just going to make me more angry, and thinking on how it would make me more angry gives me a deeper thought about it, and it makes me feel better. So I am okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's now talk about Dean Parker, my lovely man. Haha, when he sees this he would crack up!  I've known him for years and here are some quick facts about him: He is a 24 years old lad from the land of England. He talks rather fast and I found his accent very sexy. He used to have a really nice long hair, but for some reason he cut it off. His birthday is on the 24th of February and he's brilliant at drawing. He's always rude to me for no reason and he's not the most romantic guy. He plays the guitar, but it sounds like teen anger, hahah! He's a Piscean (meaning his zodiac is Pisces) so he dreams a lot. He eats pizza almost everyday and he's always in his jumper. Sometimes when he talk, all I hear is mumble and it pisses him off when I ask "What did you say?" too often. He's very creative and have such great sense of humor. Sometimes he irritates me with his "But it's all good." attitude, and his too laid back personality. Not to mention the lack of mobile credit  for his phone (Well I suppose it is expensive so it's okay) Oh, he also never seem to get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not going to say that he's a really good looking guy with a great personality and I feel very lucky to have him, because other girls might see. I also won't say that he gives me butterflies and a big silly grin on my face whenever I think about him. He makes my day better. He's my lovely boyo and I wouldn't change him for the world. I love you lots and lots, Juggernaut bubba :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVFGDRU26II/AAAAAAAAASM/chNjntYIA0Q/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVFGDRU26II/AAAAAAAAASM/chNjntYIA0Q/s320/Picture0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283080859886741634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVFF2PJEEBI/AAAAAAAAASE/mT5_yjTQJ2Y/s1600-h/Picture0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVFF2PJEEBI/AAAAAAAAASE/mT5_yjTQJ2Y/s320/Picture0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283080635962101778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like my tee? Me too. I remember I went to a pub with this on, and some lads just came on to me and said "Oh, we're rockstars you know?" And I went "Oh, really? Piss off" and then I went to the ladies room. I don't like it when guys start to flirt with me or something, it's well annoying and most of the time they will say things that I could see it coming. Like, a really bad and common pick up lines. But if they're really hot &amp;amp; attractive, I would give them some nice "No, thanks." for their efforts. No, just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my best impression of  &lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l319/dasya_2006/emoticons/tongue1.jpg" /&gt;  a.k.a tongue1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVFHhkejc1I/AAAAAAAAASU/Kg3i3RZcIME/s1600-h/Picture0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVFHhkejc1I/AAAAAAAAASU/Kg3i3RZcIME/s320/Picture0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283082479935386450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Way better than Ray ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-4021977456026735729?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/4021977456026735729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/4021977456026735729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/12/tongue1.html' title='Juggernaut and tongue1'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SVFGDRU26II/AAAAAAAAASM/chNjntYIA0Q/s72-c/Picture0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-3946687514868265941</id><published>2008-12-01T15:39:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:56:56.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Jakarta for the weekend. Beware of pic spam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so on Saturday the 29th of November just two days ago, me and my family went back to our hometown in Jakarta, Indonesia for the weekend. There's an even called Jakarta Jazz 08' and since we're all a fan of Jazz, we decided (well my dad) to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out just like the usual weekend day, I woke up at 1.30 PM and literally just being lazy on the sofa while watching the television like I usually do. Suddenly, my parents were talking about a family out day for the weekend. I heard they mentioned places like Singapore, Penang (Malaysia) and Port Dickson (Malaysia). But then my mum went "Why don't we just go to Jakarta and see Jakarta Jazz 08'?" I heard she said that, but the television kept my eyes and head from literally everything else that was going on at that moment. I also heard my brothers questioned my parents about it, excitedly. As I was focusing on what was happening in my house, I sorta had the feeling that we won't be going back to Jakarta because it was 2 PM! But then I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told us to take a shower and pack up for the trip. I was really excited and also shocked so I was lost for half an hour and didn't do anything. I started to pack my bag and filled it with clothes and make up and some books. I went on Twitter, updated my status, then packed my laptop in to the luggage bag. We left the house an hour later, straight to the aiport. We didn't even have the plane tickets when we left! My dad said that anything could happen, like the plane could be full and stuff. But I was pretty sure that we were going to make it. The good thing is, we don't have to pay for the tickets that much because my dad is a pilot for the  airline company, Malaysia Airlines, which was obviously the airline that we took. And yes, we got them tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting for the boarding room to open, we sat down and I took out my laptop and went on Facebook. My friends were all like "GAWSH WHAT? MEET UP! HOW LONG WILL YOU BE HERE FOR?" And I replied them by saying "Only for a day -sigh" Then there were complains and rants on how I should be there for at least a week and stuff and bla bla bla. I felt bad already and when they pointed that out, I felt even worse -sigh. So yeah, boarding room opened and we went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Airport and plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOabSvcuLI/AAAAAAAAARc/xxx1TFpIUmE/s1600-h/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOabSvcuLI/AAAAAAAAARc/xxx1TFpIUmE/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274729382258981042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaMmNNDXI/AAAAAAAAARM/eanotBvdMHU/s1600-h/IMG_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaMmNNDXI/AAAAAAAAARM/eanotBvdMHU/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274729129786019186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaL0ekxzI/AAAAAAAAARE/5in6xbiqwaM/s1600-h/IMG_2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaL0ekxzI/AAAAAAAAARE/5in6xbiqwaM/s320/IMG_2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274729116437104434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaLamsFXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eFhdw3ZKXOY/s1600-h/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaLamsFXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eFhdw3ZKXOY/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274729109491815794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaLAq4JMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/J2Y8JxhSV8M/s1600-h/IMG_2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOaLAq4JMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/J2Y8JxhSV8M/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274729102530061506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ2Ia0jsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-EHHgLT4Bs8/s1600-h/IMG_2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ2Ia0jsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-EHHgLT4Bs8/s320/IMG_2545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274728743832948418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ1u2ZOUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1UTfDIlG7LU/s1600-h/IMG_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ1u2ZOUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1UTfDIlG7LU/s320/IMG_2546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274728736969275714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ1cQl21I/AAAAAAAAAQc/PH7DvzZcjkM/s1600-h/IMG_2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ1cQl21I/AAAAAAAAAQc/PH7DvzZcjkM/s320/IMG_2552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274728731978881874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ1Gz4uUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rkXLyr9QGx8/s1600-h/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ1Gz4uUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rkXLyr9QGx8/s320/IMG_2556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274728726221338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JakJazz Jakarta International Jazz Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ06jszOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hVqNKMRiDUk/s1600-h/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOZ06jszOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hVqNKMRiDUk/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274728722932223202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY1rZNI4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ySueuwMbRkI/s1600-h/IMG_2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY1rZNI4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ySueuwMbRkI/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727636529914754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY1RaEnCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/l6YrCZqyTm0/s1600-h/IMG_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY1RaEnCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/l6YrCZqyTm0/s320/IMG_2580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727629554228258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilhood friends :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY0sSW61I/AAAAAAAAAP0/TX9bCmnO1a8/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY0sSW61I/AAAAAAAAAP0/TX9bCmnO1a8/s320/IMG_2601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727619589761874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture minus my youngest brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY0RlEVHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/dusW9euP6DI/s1600-h/IMG_2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOY0RlEVHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/dusW9euP6DI/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727612420478066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYzxtEx3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/pysZnIwP4es/s1600-h/IMG_2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYzxtEx3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/pysZnIwP4es/s320/IMG_2620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727603864127346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYXR7qb7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/QvB5_4vf_qw/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYXR7qb7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/QvB5_4vf_qw/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727114299043762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYWzVIQXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/x9pCWebGE2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYWzVIQXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/x9pCWebGE2Y/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727106084356466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FX mall and that is a see through floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYWq0hULI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r5IW2Nns54Y/s1600-h/IMG_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYWq0hULI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r5IW2Nns54Y/s320/IMG_2633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727103800103090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad et mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYWG9G-4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/G2atLRaiMDg/s1600-h/IMG_2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYWG9G-4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/G2atLRaiMDg/s320/IMG_2639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727094172449666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYV2KgUXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/SRnC86adXl8/s1600-h/IMG_2650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOYV2KgUXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/SRnC86adXl8/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727089665233266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely cousins. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXz6sI_oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u9WhVsM0PXo/s1600-h/IMG_2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXz6sI_oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u9WhVsM0PXo/s320/IMG_2676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274726506764500610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXzfiACfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/E7AicdIQpa8/s1600-h/IMG_2684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXzfiACfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/E7AicdIQpa8/s320/IMG_2684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274726499474213362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXzZSAvfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/B79lGkCOpXY/s1600-h/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXzZSAvfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/B79lGkCOpXY/s320/IMG_2685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274726497796537842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahaahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXyzQ9GuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tmREsUED7AQ/s1600-h/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXyzQ9GuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tmREsUED7AQ/s320/IMG_2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274726487591557858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXyewAFbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HBdXwg8ojY0/s1600-h/IMG_2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOXyewAFbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HBdXwg8ojY0/s320/IMG_2736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274726482084631986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there you have them pic spam! I took loads of photos but these are the ones that I like the most. Besides, the other ones are just pictures of the performers in Jakata Jazz 08' and some random city pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At Jakarta Jazz, I saw a couple of performers only because I was there from 8 PM and the event started from the afternoon. I missed out Indra Lesmana -sigh. But it was still fun! Because I get to see Open Hands feat Abraham Laboriel which was wicked! It was best and oh so good! I didn't get to see the talented (and also super hot) Mr. Ray Harris and The Fusion Experience from Glasgow, UK though *sad face. But they're going to be perfoming in Groove Junction in KL tomorrow the 2nd of December, so I'm going to see them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun meeting my cousins and some friends even for only 2 days 1 night! I miss the food, we have the best food. I ate so much, I couldn't stop eating. I miss the people already, especially my cousins. They're such sweethearts and I don't know when I'm gonna see them again *sad face. It was such a fun weekend! I hope I can go back to Jakarta for a couple of weeks before I move to Germany for good in, hopefully, March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-3946687514868265941?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/3946687514868265941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/3946687514868265941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-to-jakarta-for-weekend-beware-of.html' title='Trip to Jakarta for the weekend. Beware of pic spam.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/STOabSvcuLI/AAAAAAAAARc/xxx1TFpIUmE/s72-c/IMG_2514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-7992841137645344815</id><published>2008-11-24T23:56:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:12:22.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSrO6RKm_dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U38BRj6giTk/s1600-h/sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSrO6RKm_dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U38BRj6giTk/s400/sketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253814226222546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uninspired lately -sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some inspiration. My head is empty and my words are not forming properly. This is shit. I need some effing inspiration! I need inspiration not just for this, but also for my writings. For those who didn't know, I've been writing my "novel" for 2 months now and I've been sorta stuck for a couple of days. Not that I'm stuck with the story or not knowing what to do, I just don't know how to put the right words. My mind seems empty like a blank canvas, it's preposterous. Even at the moment, I keep thinking of the right words to write in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean just came on, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went throught my ex-box last night. Basically it's a box filled with my ex's stuff and the stuff he gave me. I literally put everything that has to do with him: clothes, books, DVDs, movie tickets etc. It was really hard even to look at the box, but last night, I went through it and with the help of Dean, we sort some stuff that I should keep. So basically, these are the things that I'm keeping and it's all the things that he gave me, not his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wolverine comics, Prison Break season 1-3 DVDs, The Italian Job DVD, Incubus tee and also Harry Potter novels series 6-7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we broke up, I immediately put all of his stuff in a box along with the stuff that he gave me. I was not thinking rationally because I was filled with anger and rage. I was literally crying and just threw everything that I could see that was his or from him. And I didn't realize that I really like some of the stuff. Especially the Black and White Edition of Wolverine comic book. Wolverine is my favorite! So I put those stuff back in to the shelf in my room. But yeah, I decided to keep those stuff instead of burning them. And to be honest, it's weird to write about this with the fact that anyone could read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSr-SQS935I/AAAAAAAAANE/ycie5lH6yTc/s1600-h/Rupert+Grint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSr-SQS935I/AAAAAAAAANE/ycie5lH6yTc/s320/Rupert+Grint2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272305903356206994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Rupert Grint and he's what my perfect guy would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-7992841137645344815?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/7992841137645344815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/7992841137645344815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-this-is-really-cool.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSrO6RKm_dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U38BRj6giTk/s72-c/sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-4292063724313424223</id><published>2008-11-22T20:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:58:13.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>akjhdljals;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-4292063724313424223?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/4292063724313424223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/4292063724313424223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/11/akjhdljals.html' title='akjhdljals;'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-2691300657927761239</id><published>2008-11-18T02:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:58:29.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSG3kpJIf4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CMKdEqj6saQ/s1600-h/love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSG3kpJIf4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CMKdEqj6saQ/s320/love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269694879147523970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-2691300657927761239?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/2691300657927761239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/2691300657927761239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-much-yes.html' title='Look, son!'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SSG3kpJIf4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CMKdEqj6saQ/s72-c/love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-2006251738220937579</id><published>2008-11-13T15:15:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:58:43.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muahahaha &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's been a while since I blogged properly. I wanted to, but I didn't know what to blog about. I suppose I could blog about how I've been, how's my life and all that. But I don't wanna bore you to death because all I can think about is how I've been partying my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I'm just gonna randomly blog about whatever it is in my head! Like what I'm doing at the moment, just typing whatever it's in my head! Okay, I'm completely blank. I dunno what to blog about! HAHA I'm looking at Adam's &lt;a href="http://whataboutadam.net/" target="_new"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and I stumbled upon a sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does anyone who has their own blog feel like they’re saying the same thing over and over again in each post?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly how I feel! Well, I know that I don't have many posts in this blogspot account because I deleted them, but still I've blogged the same thing over and over again without even noticing! So when I saw that in Adam's page, I automatically realize that that is what I have been doing. Haha weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sure most of you know that I'm planning to go to Germany to study. I went to the German Embassy yesterday to get as many information as I can get about which city should I go to and so on so forth. The first place that came to my head was Berlin, obviously. But I have some reasons why I don't want live there. First, it's the capital city. Second, there are shit loads of people from Indonesia (my country) in there! Not that I don't like it, but I just don't wanna hang out with the same people that I can find in here or my country. Maybe some of you think it's better to have some company from the same country or whatever. Don't get me wrong, it is good in a way. But I don't wanna go out, hang out, or study with my people only all the time. In other words, I WANT TO BE WITH THE GERMANS! Haha, nah. I don't know, it's just what I think really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's bigger problem, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;where should I go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; There, I bold and underlined it. That shows how important that is. Really, my parents has been asking which city am I going and all I can say is; I have no idea! I'm thinking about Berlin, Dresden or Frankfurt. I like Dresden more. But then again, I must look at the Uni that I'm going to. I suppose Frankfurt is alright. Besides it's near my bestfriend's place, Köln. I love Ulla Al Hamad, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on, I love Dean Parker. Haha total randomness but I don't care! I love that guy :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ich kann nicht warten nach Deutschland zu ziehen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I leave with a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l319/dasya_2006/random%20shit/kittyfartid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l319/dasya_2006/random%20shit/kittyfartid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-2006251738220937579?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/2006251738220937579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/2006251738220937579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawrr.html' title='Pssh.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l319/dasya_2006/random%20shit/th_kittyfartid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-6311132225411117038</id><published>2008-11-09T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:05:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SRZ35LMc86I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1xDkzCiJplw/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SRZ35LMc86I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1xDkzCiJplw/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266528638397641634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somebody said it look Columbianese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-6311132225411117038?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6311132225411117038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6311132225411117038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture.html' title='Picture.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SRZ35LMc86I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1xDkzCiJplw/s72-c/31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-7457460500617079502</id><published>2008-11-01T19:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:49:32.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a peasant by some standards&lt;br /&gt;But in your eyes I'm a queen&lt;br /&gt;You see potential in all my flaws&lt;br /&gt;and that's exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you love me&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;You catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;Accept me flaws and all&lt;br /&gt;and that's why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flaws and All by Beyonce Knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how I feel. You're damn amazing, Dean :)&lt;br /&gt;SAFE MATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening: Heaven Tonight by HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-7457460500617079502?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/7457460500617079502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/7457460500617079502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/11/dean-parker_01.html' title='Him.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-1032141166902717760</id><published>2008-10-16T23:48:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:59:13.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdjQw3ggEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DGhoSZJGaAs/s1600-h/Suvarnabhumi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdjQw3ggEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DGhoSZJGaAs/s320/Suvarnabhumi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257780229625118786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not exactly the arrival airport. We didn't take pictures when we arrived, there were no cool statues like this one anyway, so yeah. That's me and my cousins! Alda, Intan, Me and Lea (from left to right). We went to Bangkok for two days for the weekend, from Friday morning to Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was alright, we went to some temples in Bangkok and took loads of pictures, but I don't have them here in my laptop. There's one though, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdvzVN9mEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Qkfa7sCENOw/s1600-h/Temple%40Bangkok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdvzVN9mEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Qkfa7sCENOw/s320/Temple%40Bangkok.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257794017638062146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temples were fucking high it was scary. I was wearing a really short skirt so I'm pretty sure the people below me can see my underwear. And my aunty was taking pictures from below too, I bet there's pictures of me and my underwear somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for a boat trip! It was in the river near the temples, I couldn't remember the name of the river. Here, a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdmWygu9PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I0PIUxv4AYg/s1600-h/feeding+fishes%40bangkok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdmWygu9PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I0PIUxv4AYg/s320/feeding+fishes%40bangkok.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257783631680566514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="recover"&gt;&lt;span id="spellcheckMessage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's me and my aunty and cousins feeding fishes. Those are some greedy fishes. They eat bread, and there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOADS&lt;/span&gt; of them. I loved it though, the wind was really chill. Regarding the very hot weather in Bangkok. During the stay, there were not once the sun was hiding in the back of the cloud! My shades was my bestfriend, always keep them in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had enough of feeding fishes, we decided that we're going to see a cabaret show! And because Bangkok is famous with their womanly men, so we went to see the show where the "showgirls" are them! Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdui2o5azI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ImXGaBk4s_Q/s1600-h/cabaret+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdui2o5azI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ImXGaBk4s_Q/s320/cabaret+show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257792635040000818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the picture was before they started. There are some pictures with them in it, but not with me. Anyway, the cabaret show was called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://calypsocabaret.com/"&gt;Calypso Cabaret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they got so many fucking pretty girls (or guys :S) I was just envy-ing them! Me and my cousins were so excited yet so jealous of them. The show finished at around 9pm. We get to take pictures with all of the showgirls, but again, I don't have them in my laptop *Sighs. It was really intimidating though, knowing they're way prettier than you. Especially knowing that they're not real women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went straight back to the place we stayed at. It was aunty's friend's house. We were all exhausted. I took a short shower before bed time, my body was sticky and just icky and ew-y. Then we went to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am, took a shower, with bloody cold water, then went to a market called Chatuchak. I hope that's how you spell it. Basically we were just shopping! The weather was so fucking hot, and sweats were dropping from your forehead then chest and thighs. EWWW. But as a return, I managed to find some really cute dresses and tops and short for a really cheap price! I'm pretty good at bargaining, haha. I got 2 pairs of shorts for 200 Bahts, 2 pair of cute tops for 300 Bahts, and a cute dress for 250 Bahts. And for me, that is fucking cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there from 10am to 5pm, I think. So you can all imagine how exhausted I was, wandering around the fucking HUGE market with hot weather and shit loads of people. It was bloody tiring, physically and mentally. OH my aunty bought 1000 of small purses for her daughter's wedding which is gonna be on next year May! We ended up getting the papers out of the purses when we got in later that night. The woman who sells them put like papers in those, so it looked puffed, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wake up early again, took a short shower and went to see some places to take some pictures. But because of the road blocks (The King's sister passed away, so they're having the ceremony) so we decided that we're going to go to a mall called MBK to take some pictures in Thai costume. Well my aunty took them, the rest of us ended up wandering around the mall and look for nothing. My cousin got herself a new jacket, then we bought this huge chocolate sticks. They're tasty too, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 2pm we went to the airport, checked in our lugage and left back to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia! My aunty and cousins went back to Jakarta, Indonesia two days after. They don't live here like I do, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story! Not so detail, but it was alright, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-1032141166902717760?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1032141166902717760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/1032141166902717760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/10/bangkok.html' title='Bangkok.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SPdjQw3ggEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DGhoSZJGaAs/s72-c/Suvarnabhumi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-6488647350546016988</id><published>2008-10-08T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:59:26.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SOyY-2wb2PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z7y05HttQYE/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SOyY-2wb2PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z7y05HttQYE/s400/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254743070852503794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bearded alien lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-6488647350546016988?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6488647350546016988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/6488647350546016988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture.html' title='Picture.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SOyY-2wb2PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z7y05HttQYE/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-2233845862721033252</id><published>2008-10-06T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:36:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo. I suck at titles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SOx0uetntbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4p1fqCglk1g/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SOx0uetntbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4p1fqCglk1g/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254703207101740466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowowow great night everybody :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to some parties for the past few days and now I'm ill as a return. Everybody was wasted. Fun parties. Even though had them with the same friends all over. I love my friends. I enjoy watching them getting wasted. It's a weird joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself that I'm gonna tell the guy that I think I like for the past year that I like him. Well, we haven't talked and all we did was looking at each other from distance. So now I'm not gonna waste anymore time and actually come up and tell him my name. It's gonna be embarassing but I don't care. At least I tell him how I feel. Now that I think about it, it's such a waste of fucking time. And I don't care what's gonna happen after that, he probably think I'm a freak anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness is badness. I woke up at 2pm today, and that was because my mother came in to my room and basically yelled at me. Asked why I haven't woke up by that time. I didn't tell her why, the reason was because I stayed up all night until 5am because I was talking to my friend Dean online. He's a sweetheart by the way. So I woke up right after and played some GTA San Andreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm talking to Dean again and running out of things to say. I'll post something about the confession later. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: Thanks for the lasagna :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edit* He didn't reply me. Hate me? I think :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-2233845862721033252?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/2233845862721033252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/2233845862721033252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-i-suck-at-titles.html' title='Yo. I suck at titles.'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F8GL4EAApqU/SOx0uetntbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4p1fqCglk1g/s72-c/19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375132467556801943.post-4990489948189746682</id><published>2008-10-01T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:05:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed</title><content type='html'>To be together.&lt;br /&gt;To be forever.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy.&lt;br /&gt;To get married.&lt;br /&gt;To have kids.&lt;br /&gt;To grow old together.&lt;br /&gt;To be with each other.&lt;br /&gt;To stay, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;To get through every shit.&lt;br /&gt;To be there.&lt;br /&gt;To not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not. You left, you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375132467556801943-4990489948189746682?l=dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/4990489948189746682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375132467556801943/posts/default/4990489948189746682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasyakarmawan.blogspot.com/2008/10/supposed.html' title='Supposed'/><author><name>Dasya Karmawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249177467795778635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgb9AvuRmA/TwiHnBp0s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/I6EtsDSvGZA/s220/136.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
