My Twitter Verified! haha

My FIRST novel confiscated for the FIRST time.

"Novel Pertamaku Disita Untuk Pertama kalinya."

Ya, mungkin pas banget ya dg judul itu. Aku baru aja beli novel, Judulnya "Metamorfosis Gendis". Itupun dikiit bgt halamannya karena aku tipe cewek yg gak terlalu suka baca novel --". Tapi kalo ada org yang bilang "eh, baca ni novel. Novel ini bagus" langsung dah kubaca dlm satu hari karena aku juga tipe cewek yg "curious" hehe.

Nah, ceritanya nih, hari jumat kemaren aku bawa novelku ke sekolah. Soalnya kan ada pelajaran bina. Disuruh bawa novel gitu ntar latar novelnya dikomentari. Waktu hbs BP, biasanya kan anak panti pada ngumpul, khususnya yg cewek. Aku ngumpul juga sama mereka, terus kami ngomongin tentang novel. Cintya nanya,

cintya: bawa novel syah?

aku: bawa, ko?

cintya: bawanih. liat dong novelmu

aku: tunggu ya aku ambil dulu di tas.

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aku: nih.

cintya: (buka2 novelku) eh minjem ya.

aku: ya. aku jg minjem dong novelmu yang Raditya Dika.

cintya: Oke

Hmm itulah awal ceritanya, aku kira cintya bacanya di rumah, eh, ternyata dia baca novelku pas Conversation! AAAAAA Novelku yang pertama disita utk pertama kalinya.

Terus, novel yang kupijem dari cintya disita juga gara-gara dibaca fitri hahahaha 

seri kita xD

Pas plg sekolah, aku sm cintya ke kantor mau minta novelnya balik, tp pas baru aja di dpn pitu kantor, ternyata novelku DIBACA SAMA MAM. Mam mia kan suka bgt baca novel~

Yaudah, jd karena gak enak, kami nagihnya hari sabtu aja hehe.

Besoknya, siapin diri. Pupuk rasa keberaniaaan~

Masuk, jalan, di depan mam mia.

aku: Mam, kami mau minta novel kami

mam: (diem senyam senyum)

aku: Mam, balikin lah mam..

mam: (senyum2 juga)

aku: mam, balikin mam! (udh mulai gondok)

cintya: (diem aja)

mam: yaudah, kalo novel kalian mau balik. panggil tmn yang baca novel kalian.

cintya: wah fitri mana? dia kan yg baca novelku

aku: gak tau. udh lah novelku dulu aja yg diselamatin hahahaha

mam: harus semuanya yang dtg. gak boleh satu org pembaca

cintya: dia mam ngewakilin (nunjuk aku)

mam: gak mau mam. panggil fitri.

aku; yaudah deh, besok aja ya mam.

Keluaar dari kantor, gak berbuah hasil, sial. yaudah aku langsung ke lab ipa utk nagih soal buat OSN.

baru bentar nyampe di lab, cintya sama syifa manggil aku ke kantor lg. Fitri udh ketemu *syifa ngekor aja*

masuk lagi. dg malu-malu

aku: nih mam udh lengkap.

mam: nah, sekarang bilangg sama mam apa alasannya kenapa baca novel pas pelajaran mam.

cintya: (ketawa ngikik kecil) soalnya saya gak tau mam kalau mam bakal tau saya baca novel *dg santai dan polosnya*

mam: (ketawa) hahahahaha jadi kalo mam gak tau boleh baca novel?! lucu kamu ya!! alasan yg bagus!

semua: ketawa-- hahahahahahahah

mam: nah sekarang fitri, knp? jangan ketawa juga.

fitri: (ketawa dikit) hihi hbsnya saya gak ngerti apa yg mau didiskusiin pas itu.

mam: *ceramah* blablabla

mam: nih, tapi jgn diulangi lagi!

aku: makasi ya mam~ hehe

cintya: hehe makasi mam~

pulang dg senyuman. akhirnya perjuangan ini gak sia2. lucu. bener2 pengalaman yang tak terlupakan hahahaha

Chatting via YM

ceritanya, aku gak punya Photoshop, jadinya aku minta dikirimin sama cintya via Email.

Tapi,

tiba2 cintya nge sms aku (gaya) via email.

aku bls, tp pke sms biasa, kayaknya mahal deh :O

terus, si cintya bilang 'eh aku coba ngechat ya"

yaudah aku nyoba juga,

padahal belum pernah lo..

BARU PERTAMAX!!

hahahahaha hari gene baru ngechat via YM..

ckck

meng-katrok

ya gitu deh hehehe, gpp kan blak-blakan? gpp dong xD
katrok w/ Cintya Balabala

Girl-Boy Diary. Same Story with Different Words.

Pak Nikson Sitohang xD

• pak nikson: kenjo.. can you explain why does the answer is 'b' ?
• kenzo : ee.. because..
• pak nikson : yes very good !!
• 83 : ngakak semua :D
• salah satu anak : belom aja dijawab sir xD
• pak nikson : mksudnya bagus udh pake bhs inggris
• semua : o..

via tumblr myishakes

VALUE OF PARENTS

A father was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. 

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?” 

The Son replied “It is a crow”. 

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?” 

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”. 

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?” 

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. 
“It’s a crow, a crow”. 

A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, “What is this?” 

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?” 

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :- 

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”. 

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.. 

So… 

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to  

your parents.

source: http://vainmirror.tumblr.com/

PantiHolics

These all some pictures of PantiHolics 8.3

* created by me hehehe

actually i have many more, but..

I'm too lazy too post those all wkwk.

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Hansel and Gretel Story

On the borders of a dark forest, far away, there once lived a woodcutter with his wife and two children. The woodcutter was very poor indeed, and the children, who were called Hansel and Gretel, had often not enough bread to eat. Their mother had died when they were very little and the woodcutter's new wife did not care for children, so times were hard for Hansel and Gretel.

As winter came on they grew poorer and poorer, until at last one night the poor woodcutter said to his wife, "What are we to do? There is only one loaf of bread left and I fear we shall starve."

We must get rid of the children," answered his wife. "Tomorrow we will take them into the wood and leave them there. They will never be able to find their way home."

"Oh no!" said the father, "I could not leave them there to starve." "Well, we shall all starve together if they stay with us," answered his wife, "so it will come to the same thing in the end."

And she talked to her husband until she made him promise to do as she had said.

Now, although it was late, Hansel and Gretel were wide awake, for they were too hungry to sleep, and they could not help hearing all the plans that were made.

"Oh!" sobbed Gretel, "we shall be lost in the dark wood, and the wild beasts will eat us."

"Do not cry, little sister," said Hansel. "I will take care of you." And he slipped out of bed and put on his coat.

Then he softly unbarred the door and stepped out on the garden path. The moon was

shining brightly, and the white pebbles on the path shone like new pennies. Hansel stooped down and filled his pockets with as many pebbles as they would hold. Then he went in and crept back into bed again.

The next morning the wife came and woke the children very early. She told them they must get up and dress themselves quickly.

"You shall go with us to the forest today, while your father cuts wood," she said.

Then she gave them each a thick slice of bread for their dinner, and they all set out together. Gretel carried both slices of bread in her apron, for Hansel's pockets were full of pebbles.

Now, as they went along, the father noticed that Hansel stopped and looked back every few minutes.

"Why do you look back so often, my son?" he asked. "If you do not take care you will stumble and fall."

"I only looked back to see my little white cat who is sitting on the roof," answered Hansel. "She wants to say good-bye to me."

"Nonsense!" cried the woodcutter's wife. "There is no cat. It is only the morning sun shining on the wet roof."

But Hansel was not really looking at the cat, for each time he turned around he dropped a white pebble on the road to mark the way which they were taking.

As they went farther and farther into the wood, the road grew more and more difficult. At last the woodcutter stopped and told the children to gather some sticks and make them into a heap.

"I am going to light a fire to warm you," he said, "and then you can rest here until I return."

So Hansel and Gretel sat and warmed themselves at the fire and ate their slices of bread quite happily, for they thought they heard their father chopping wood close by. But the sound they heard was only the dead branch of a tree swinging in the wind. Then, felling very tired after their long walk, they curled themselves up on the dry leaves and fell fast asleep.

When they awoke it was quite dark and the fire was out. The only sound they heard was the hooting of the owls overhead.

"Oh Hansel, what shall we do?" sobbed Gretel. "We are lost in the wood and we shall never be able to find our way home."

"Only wait until the moon rises, little sister," said Hansel. "Give me your hand and I will take you safely home."

And when the moon began to rise and send silver moonbeams to light up the dark forest, the children set out, hand in hand, and found the white pebbles shining like little lamps all the way to the cottage.

"You bad children!" cried the woodcutter's wife, when she opened the door to let them in. "We thought you were never coming home." But their father took them up in his arms and kissed them over and over again in his joy, for he had been afraid that he would never see them again.

Not long after this there came a day when there was only half a loaf of bread left in the little hut. The wife said to her husband, "We are even poorer t}lan we were before. Must we all starve together or shall we take the children once more to the forest, where they cannot possibly find their way home?"

The woodcutter was very unhappy at the thought, but because he had once said "Yes," it was now twice as difficult to say "No."

The children lay trembling in their beds as they listened to these plans, and poor little Gretel was terribly frightened. But Hansel comforted her again and slipped out of bed to fill his pockets with the white pebbles. This time, however, the door was locked and barred. Hansel could not get out and he had to creep back to bed again and think of some other plan.

"Come, get up, you lazy children!" cried the wife next morning. "You are going to the forest with us today. Here is your dinner."

And she gave them two small slices of bread. Gretel put her slice into her pocket, but Hansel crumbled his into small pieces, and these he dropped along the way as he had done with the pebbles. "What are you turning round to look at?" asked the woman. "Be quick and do not linger."

"I was only saying good-bye to my white pigeon who is sitting on the roof," said Hansel.

"Nonsense!" cried the woman. "There is no pigeon. It is only the morning sun shining on the wet roof."

But she did not see that every time Hansel stopped to look back he dropped a crumb to mark the way.

This time they went much farther into the heart of the wood. When the children were tired, their father told them to gather wood so he could make them a fire.

"You can rest until we come back," he said.

So they rested by the fire and Gretel shared her slice of bread with Hansel. Then they grew so tired of waiting for their father that they fell fast asleep.

It was quite dark when they woke. Gretel wept, for she was sure there were wild beasts prowling about ready to eat them up. But Hansel was quite brave.

"I will take care of you, little sister," he said. "And I can easily find my way home, for I marked the road with my breadcrumbs." But alas! The birds had eaten up every crumb and there was not one left to show them the way home. Still they wandered on and on, all that night and all next day, but they only seemed to get deeper and deeper into the forest. They had nothing to eat but a few berries which they found in the wood. When the third day dawned they were nearly starving.

"Oh Hansel!" said Gretel, "I think we shall be obliged to eat the fairy toadstools."

But Hansel held her hand tight and led her on. Suddenly they saw a beautiful white bird sitting on the branch of a tree overhead. It sang so sweetly that the children stopped to listen to it. When it spread its great white fluttering wings and flew off they ran after it as quickly as they could. It seemed to know that the children were following, for it circled slowly in front of them until it stopped over a tiny cottage in the heart of the wood.

And when the children came near they found it was the most wonderful cottage they had ever seen. It was built entirely of gingerbread and ornamented with cookies. The windows were made of transparent candy and the steps of toffee.

"What a feast we shall have!" cried Hansel, standing on tiptoe to break off a piece of the overhanging gingerbread roof. "Help yourself to a pane of candy, little sister, or a step of toffee."

Gretel took a piece of gingerbread in one hand and a pane of hard candy in the other, and sat down on a toffee step to enjoy herself. As they were both eating they heard a gentle voice from the inside of the cottage saying:

"Munching and crunching! Do I hear a mouse

Eating the walls of my gingerbread house?"

But the children answered quickly-

" 'Tis only the wind you mistake for a mouse, And no one is eating your gingerbread house."

Then, as the children went on eating, the cottage door opened and an old, old woman hobbled out.

Hansel dropped his square of gingerbread, and Gretel paused with a mouthful of candy. They were both so frightened they could not move.

"Dear little children," said the old woman, "do not be afraid of me. You are welcome to eat as much of my house as you like. But come inside and I will give you a nice dinner."

Then she led the children in and fed them on pancakes and apple tarts and cream. Afterwards she tucked them into two little white beds. The children felt as if they were in heaven.

But although the old woman seemed so kind and good, she was really a wicked old witch who loved to catch fat little children and kill and eat them.

She had red eyes, which didn't see very far, but she could smell things as quickly as a fox, and she knew when Hansel and Gretel were wandering in the forest. She had built the gingerbread house just to catch them.

Early next morning the old witch went in to look at the sleeping children. She rubbed her withered old hands with glee when she saw how tender and fresh they looked. She would have liked them to be plumper, but that was easily mended. So she seized Hansel with her bony hand, and before he was half awake she thrust him into a little iron cage and fastened the grating in front. Then she shook Gretel roughly by the shoulder.

"Get up, you lazy little girl!" she cried. "You must light the fire and fill the big pot with water and help me to make the breakfast. For I have shut your brother up in a cage and I am going to fatten him until he is plump enough to cook for my supper."

So poor little Gretel was obliged to do as the old witch bade her. And while Hansel was fed on the choicest dainties, she had only shellfish and crabs' claws to eat. And every day the old witch would go to the little iron cage and say to Hansel, "Little boy, put out your finger that I may see how fat you are growing."

Hansel knew that she could not see with her red eyes, so he poked out a bone instead of his finger. And every day when she felt it, she grumbled fearfully because he never seemed to grow fatter.

At last she could wait no longer and she said to Gretel, "You must get up very early tomorrow morning, for there is plenty of work for you to do. I am going to cook your brother for dinner. You must light the fire, heat the oven, and help me prepare for the feast."

Poor Gretel cried as if her heart would break. "Oh, how I wish we had starved together in the wood, or been eaten up by the wild beasts!" she sobbed. "Anything would have been better than this."

"Wishing will not do you much good," said the wicked old witch, blinking her red eyes with glee. "And stop those foolish tears or you will put the fire out."

Gretel went about with a very heavy heart the next day as she lit the fire and filled the big pot with water and heated the great stone oven. And when it was all ready the old witch called to her and said, "I have kneaded the dough and the loaves are ready for baking. Come, little girl, creep into the oven and tell me if it is hot enough."

Now the old witch meant to shut the oven door as soon as the child was inside and bake her for dinner instead of the bread, but Gretel guessed what she meant to do.

"The door is too small and I don't know how to get in," she said. "What nonsense!" answered the witch. "See! It is quite big enough. You put your head in first, like this.

And the old witch stooped down and poked her head inside the oven.

Quick as thought Gretel ran behind and with all her might gave her a sudden push so that the old witch went headlong into the oven. Gretel banged the door shut and fastened it securely.

Then she found the key of Hansel's cage and ran quickly to let him out. "The old witch is safe in the oven," she cried, and they threw their arms round each other and danced for joy.

After that they went into the cottage and opened all the witch's treasure chests. Hansel filled his pockets with pearls and diamonds and rubies, while Gretel took as many jewels as her little apron would hold.

Then, hand in hand, they set out once more to try to find their way home, and very glad they were to leave the witch's cottage behind.

They had not gone far through the wood when they came to a great lake, so broad that it would be impossible to cross it without a boat.

"What shall we do?" said Hansel. "There is no bridge, and I can see no boat to carry us over."

"Look," said Gretel. "I see a white duck swimming out there. Perhaps she will help us."

And she began to sing:

"Little duck, little duck, help us, we pray.

We are two little children who've quite lost their way.

I know you are kind by your gentle quack, quack.

Will you carry us over upon your white back?"

Then the duck came swimming to her at once, quite ready to carry them across. Hansel climbed onto her back first and wanted Gretel to sit on his knee, but she was afraid they would be too heavy for the kind duck, so she waited until Hansel had crossed to the other side and the duck returned to carry her over, too.

And when they stood together on the opposite shore of the lake they found, to their joy, that it was a part of the wood which they knew quite well. They ran along quickly and at the next turning they came in sight of their own little hut and saw their father standing at the door.

The poor woodcutter was overjoyed when the children rushed into his arms. He had never known a moment's happiness since he had left the children in the wood. And now he was all alone, for his wife had died. He held the children in his arms and cried for joy. They told him all about their adventures and how they had escaped from the wicked witch.

"And see what we have brought home!" said Gretel, opening her apron and showing the glittering jewels.

"And look how full my pockets are!" said Hansel, turning them out, until the floor was covered with precious stones.

Now they had riches enough to last them all their days and they would never be hungry again. But though the diamonds and rubies were very precious, Hansel and Gretel thought they were not half as beautiful as the little white pebbles on the garden walk, which shone brightly when the moon came out and bathed them in silver light.

Ngerjain Bella

Hahahaha
td ngakaak bgt
Ngerjain  BELLA :O


Kemaren bella nyembunyiin buku Fisikaku, huft.
Tapi kuanggap lelucon aja sih.
Eh, gak cuma aku yg bukunya disembunyiin.
Geta, Teti juga.
Bella, bella.. 
suka bgt nyembunyiin barang org..


Hari ini, dean, jennie, geta, teti mau bls dendam kali ya.
Mereka nyembunyiin duit 50rbnya bella.
Sampe2 bella nangis!
karena udh gak tega, si geta ngasih tau kalo itu cuma dikerjain aja, duit 50rb nya dikembaliin.
hmm, hbs itu kayaknya bellaa marah?!
soalnya jadi diem-diemaaan .______.


Pas ke perpus, ketemu bu watini, ada yg ngelapor "Bu Bella nangis.."
terus bu watini bilang, "kenapa?"
"Dikerjain bu, uangnya disembunyiin"
kata bu watini, "Oalah.. bella bella"
"Hbsnya bu, dia jg suka ngerjain orang makanya kami kerjain baleeeek.."


Tiba-tiba bella dateng,
bu watini bilang
"udah udah, jangan nangis.. eh cantik juga ya kamu kalo nangis.. hehehe"
dean blg "ibu ngina ato muji tuh bu.."
"Nggak ngina, ibu cuma heran aja biasanya kan dia ketawa2, eh sekarang malah nangis :D"
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The Way You Look at Me - Christian Bautista

INTRO

No one ever saw me like you do
All the things that I could up to
I never knew just what a smile was worth
But your eyes say everything without a single word

CHORUS
'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You made me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be
I never know what you see
But there's somethin' in the way you look at me

If i could freeze some moment in my mind
Be the second that you touch your lips to mine
I'd like to stop the clock, make time stand still
'Cause baby, this is just the way I always wanna feel

(Repeat CHORUS)

BRIDGE
I dont know how or why I feel different in your eyes
All I know is it happens everytime

(Repeat CHORUS)

Mrs. O

eh eh eh tadi kan aku, cintya, nursaadah, ratih, astya, nagita ke mm bareng,
terus kami makan siang di hypermart
tiba-tiba si cintya pengen ke toilet sama nursadah terus aku ngekor, ngikut aja hehe
kami naik lift ke toilet xxi ( wakaka jauh amet)
terus di tengah perjalanan banyaaaak bgt yang naik lift anak-anak smp
tiba2 ada ibu-ibu nanya,
ibu: kok rame sih dek?
cintya: tadi ada seminar 
ibu: OOOOOOOO... dimana?
cintya: di poltek
ibu: OOOOOOO... yang ikut siapa aja?
nur: smp sma ikut..
ibu: OOOOOOO


jawabannya OOOOOOO muluk
jadi aku gak ngomong hbsnya sumpaaah aku pengen ketawa dasar si IBU 'OOOOOO'

Report by Hello TV (wow!)

Feby: This is Hello TV. Ladies and gentleman, I’m Feby and my partner Aisyah, would like to bring the news.

Aisyah: Thanks, Feby. Yesterday, meteor shower strike in Miami, USA. It happens around 2 a.m. After the disaster happen, the place was mostly burned. Now, Feby will report about the disaster.
Feby: Thank you, Aisyah. Now, I’m with Fitri, the eyewitness. Ms. Fitri, how was the condition before the disaster happened?
Fitri: It was great and peaceful.
Feby: How can you know that there will be a meteor shower?
Fitri: Well, I was watching TV. Suddenly, I heard a strange sound from far. I opened the window, then, I heard many people scram. Finally, the meteor shower strikes. It was beautiful.
Feby: So, you didn’t come out from your house that time?
Fitri: What for, I live in the apartment, at the 22nd floor not very far from here.
Feby: Ouh, Ok. Thank you, Ms. Fitri. That’s the news from Miami, USA. Back to you, Aisyah
Aisyah: Thank you, Feby. Now, there is shocking news. Now, Feby will tell it.
Feby: Thanks, Aisyah. You might think that star wars is fake, think again! This time, Fitri will report live from the battleground in a space ship. Fitri, can you hear me?
Fitri: Yes, Feby.
Feby: How is the condition there?
Fitri: It’s horrible. There are dead bodies here, even I’m stepping one here. Everything is full of blood. Ouh, there is a shooter. I’ll interview her. Excuse me; can I take your time?
Aisyah: Yes, but hurry. They’ll gonna shoot you!
Fitri: Ok. What are you doing in here?
Aisyah: I’m fighting the alien from outer space. They’ll take over earth if they can’t be stop.
Fitri: Aren’t you afraid to do this thing.
Aisyah: Of course not. We’re been train for years.
Fitri: Why would you do such a thing?
Aisyah: This is for the world’s sake. We have to do this, although our lives will be the sacrifice.
Fitri: Alright, then. Thank you for the time and good luck. Well, this is live from the spaceship. Back to you, Feby
Feby: Thanks, Fitri. Ok, that’s for the news. I’m Feby,
Aisyah: And I’m Aisyah, 
F.A: This is Hello TV. Thanks for watching!!!!!

Various Camera! woooow

hmm i think i like CAMERA u,u
so i post these all!

Leica

Canon

Holga

Holga :*

idk :D

Polaroid