<?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-23197434</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:41:18.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geschichte in mein Leben...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a compilation of stories. Like a fairytail book, there are joyful stories, as well as sad stories. Both make my life even completed. I cherish every moments in my life as a beautiful colours that filled with different stories each and every day. I love to explore each second of it and i dont wanna stop....no, not yet!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aphrodite_en</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676498163999733378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/magazine/2001/1203/girl_gang.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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restaurant, mall, or just a place to hang out. and now...even the idea bored me to death. so at lunch break, me and several friends go downstairs without no clue where to go. so my friend throw this idea to see big sale for Guess at Mulia Hotel. well...yeah, why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we are, in the ballroom of Mulia and as far as my eyes can see, its really crowded. i just stand there for a moment, trying to decide which part to explore first. bags? watches? clothes? beautiful skirts? oh God, im in heaven!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the next half an hour searching for guess-cheap-worthed-discount-items. i manage to find a perfect blazer that goes with my favourite skirt. i also found this cute black dress and travelling bag. and i almost grab a very pretty pink watch before a woman step on my foot and took it first. i mean, what is the necessity to do such a thing? we're in the same league here, why crashing my foot. we should have understands each other better than that. but then i realize that the whole ballroom full with ladies and gayish guys that is passionately rushing to get the most worthed items in the room. well, who dont?! its guess big sale!!! but i mean, fighting with a gay guy for a shirt that i think is for girls doesn't make any sense, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have done some scientific research, and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;1. woman = dress+makeup&lt;br /&gt;2. shopping= dress+makeup&lt;br /&gt;3. woman = shopping&lt;br /&gt;so, we are all about shopping, with or without sale.&lt;br /&gt;we always manage to find reasons for shopping without a big sale, so imagine what would it be if theres a big sale going on.&lt;br /&gt;what can we say, we are only woman, so to all the man who wish to marry us, just prepare an exclusive account for us, will ya? ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/magazine/2001/1203/girl_gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23197434.post-114527340000476441</id><published>2006-04-17T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:30:00.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gaji buta</title><content type='html'>gaji buta atau blind salary adalah suatu keadaan dimana kita dibayar untuk bekerja tapi pada kenyataannya kita tidak punya kerjaan apa-apa sehingga kita jadi mengerjakan sesuatu yang tidak berguna seperti misalnya chatting, nelpon gratis dari kantor, serta menulis blog ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya saya sedang mengalami krisis gaji buta selama sebulan terakhir. kalaupun ada kerjaan, tapi tidak untuk waktu yang lama...memang enak seperti ini, tapi untuk beberapa orang yang tidak beruntung, yaitu para workaholic diluar sana, keadaan seperti ini bagaikan neraka tak berujung...&lt;br /&gt;namun bagi saya sebagai tim hura-hura, hal ini berarti santaiiiiiii huehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun bukan berarti, saya tidak mengisi hari ini dengan kegiatan yang bermanfaat, seperti misalnya mengisi blog ini...&lt;br /&gt;yah ga betah juga seh lama2 kaya gini, tapi ya apa mau dikata...bisa dibilang ini imbas dari long weekend kemaren2, jadi banyak atasan yg inisiatif mengambil liburan tambahan dan menghabiskannya bersama keluarga mereka tercinta. yah sisi positifnya jalanan sepi dan hehehe...and above all, pastinya kebiasaan tenggo alias jam 6 teng langsung go yang jarang sekali ditemukan di dunia law firm menjadi marak dilakukan oleh para lawyer gaji buta seperti saya ini ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebagian dari diri saya yang malas untuk maju dan berkembang amat sangat berharap kejadian ini akan berlangsung terus dan teruuusss dan teruuuuussss...namun sebagian dari diri saya yang ingin terus maju tidak tahan terus2 an seperti ini huh (pastinya sisi yang ini adalah minoritas hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian untuk hari ini, sampai jumpa besok....kembali lagi dengan obrolan2 tidak penting pengisi waktu2 yang tak berguna....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23197434-114527340000476441?l=peenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114527340000476441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23197434&amp;postID=114527340000476441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114527340000476441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114527340000476441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/gaji-buta.html' title='gaji buta'/><author><name>aphrodite_en</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676498163999733378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/magazine/2001/1203/girl_gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23197434.post-114405293524688982</id><published>2006-04-03T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:28:55.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THESE WORDS (&lt;em&gt;natasha bedingfield&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw some chords together&lt;br /&gt;The combination D-E-F&lt;br /&gt;Is who I am, is what I do&lt;br /&gt;No one’s gonna let it down for you&lt;br /&gt;Try to focus my attention&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so A-D-D&lt;br /&gt;I need some help, some inspiration(But it’s not coming easily)&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know?&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you…&lt;br /&gt;Written by Ricelli and Keys&lt;br /&gt;Resided in over a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I’m having trouble saying what I mean&lt;br /&gt;With dead poets and drum machines&lt;br /&gt;I know I had some studio time,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t find a killer hook&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re gonna raise the bar right up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I write is ever good enough&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better sayI love you, I love you…&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting off my stage&lt;br /&gt;The curtains pull away&lt;br /&gt;No hyper bowl to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;I’m naked, so exposed&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you…I love you, is that okay…?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23197434-114405293524688982?l=peenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114405293524688982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23197434&amp;postID=114405293524688982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114405293524688982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114405293524688982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-words-natasha-bedingfield-threw.html' title=''/><author><name>aphrodite_en</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676498163999733378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/magazine/2001/1203/girl_gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23197434.post-114310316564117554</id><published>2006-03-23T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:49:34.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRAIN ON A TRACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If he knows i've been watching him&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder&lt;br /&gt;If he knows i can feel him&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams when i'm sleeping, and i'm keeping him close to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;He's the thunder, i'm the lightning&lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can come together&lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;We can bring the rain with a lovely breeze with such harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Like a train on a track like spokes inside a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Involuntary motion like rolling down hill&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to stop it&lt;br /&gt;It's a natural thing like sunrise and dusk&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes, waterfalls same thing like us&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to stop it&lt;br /&gt;Once you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing&lt;br /&gt;And overflow of happy laughter&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing&lt;br /&gt;Closer to you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;I'm blowing&lt;br /&gt;Daffodils and kisses, baby breaths, and roses gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching noses&lt;br /&gt;I'm sailing&lt;br /&gt;Without a destination&lt;br /&gt;I'm sailing&lt;br /&gt;Explore uncharted places&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhaling&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely seasons, i'm underwater breathing&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the sea of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song bird, a seed came through the earth&lt;br /&gt;Strangers holding hands, a crowd cheering in the stands&lt;br /&gt;I've already seen all the evidence&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious love's in the air again&lt;br /&gt;Saw dark clouds blow, chased by rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Saw two roses bloom just like me and you&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the magic i can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious love's in the air again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to stop it, no way&lt;br /&gt;Boy you and i&lt;br /&gt;Are luv in love you see&lt;br /&gt;That you and i , are luv in love&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to stop it, no way&lt;br /&gt;Boy you and i&lt;br /&gt;Are luv in love you see&lt;br /&gt;That you and i , are luv in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23197434-114310316564117554?l=peenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114310316564117554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23197434&amp;postID=114310316564117554' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Imbas dari pulang pagi selama 5 hari berturut-turut dan seruangan sama orang yang membawa virus flu berat adalah hari sabtu dan minggu terkapar di tempat tidur tanpa bisa melakukan apa2 selain menelpon atau menerima telpon (biar sakit gossip jalan terus hahaha). Niat hati sih hari ini bed rest di rumah, tapi mengingat tanggung jawab terhadap pekerjaan akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk berangkat juga dan whualaaaaa……rekor lho! Saya sampai di kantor jam setengah 9 hueheheehehe…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di kantor saya kembali pada rutinitas 2 minggu yang lalu, yaitu chatting, buka situs tentang kebaya (berhubung kakak gue mau merit dan gue bertugas nyari model kebaya yang oke), dan blogging hihihihi…wadda life!!! Tapi….selama di kantor bisa ditebak hidung mampet, mengalami kesulitan bernafas, batuk rejan, duh dah kaya orang hidup enggan mati tak mau deh …disaat-saat seperti inilah gue butuh belaian kasih sayang (GUBRAk!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini ceritanya mau ada presentation skill, ceritanya sih mulai jam 5 tapi sampai sekarang gada pengumumannya gitu..hmmm semoga ga jadi. Kondisi lagi ga fit gini hahahahaha…ya udahlah, jadi ga jadi yang pasti jam 6 teng langsung GO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23197434-114284845045958498?l=peenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114284845045958498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23197434&amp;postID=114284845045958498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114284845045958498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114284845045958498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-dying-here.html' title='im dying here.....'/><author><name>aphrodite_en</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676498163999733378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/magazine/2001/1203/girl_gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23197434.post-114129234408719680</id><published>2006-03-02T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T02:39:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>does it make any differences?</title><content type='html'>have you ever feel like you hated something so much for not going the way you wanted to be but you can't blame no one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever feel like every eyes in the room starring at you as if you are an alien lost in earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever feel like you are going somewhere nice but it turns out that it is only a stupid assumption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever feel like kicking someone ass so bad for saying something that make your heart break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i do!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear to you, if im not a girl....&lt;br /&gt;if im not worrying any words that may come...&lt;br /&gt;and if i lose my respect...&lt;br /&gt;and I will surely kick some ass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz feelings is what he had taken from me,&lt;br /&gt;along with trust that i gave him&lt;br /&gt;and all...swollen just like that&lt;br /&gt;as easy as it seems....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23197434-114129234408719680?l=peenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114129234408719680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23197434&amp;postID=114129234408719680' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;on my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look beyond the empty cross &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting what my life has cost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wipe away the crimson stains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dull the nails that still remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More and more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I owe you more each passing hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Battle between grace and pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave up not so long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So steal my heart and take the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wash the feet and cleanse my pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the selfish, take the weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the beauty, take my tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sin-soaked heart and make it yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my world all apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it now, take it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And serve the ones that I despise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak the words I can't deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch the world I used to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall to dust and thrown away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Jars of Clay&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;u&gt;World's Apart&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23197434-114120910240882988?l=peenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/feeds/114120910240882988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23197434&amp;postID=114120910240882988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114120910240882988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23197434/posts/default/114120910240882988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peenot.blogspot.com/2006/03/take-piece-of-my-heart.html' title='tAkE a PiEcE oF My HeaRt...'/><author><name>aphrodite_en</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676498163999733378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/magazine/2001/1203/girl_gang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23197434.post-114118621258352598</id><published>2006-02-28T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:10:12.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tempat Sampah"</title><content type='html'>huahahahahaha...senangnya! sekarang dah punya"tempat sampah" baru...setelah kecewa dengan adanya kebijakan kantor yang melarang friendster sehingga gue nggak bisa bercuap2 dengan bebasnya, akhirnya sekarang bebaaaaassss.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enewei, this day happen to be bloody wednesday. why? pertama: gue telat!!! padahal bangunnya dah dari jam 6 pagi, but i just had to call someone (i'll tell you bout this misterious guy latter)...setelah mandi dan tak lupa makan pagi, gue langsung ngebut keluar rumah untuk memanggil abang jeko yang selalu setia menunggu gue di pengkolan dan bersuit-suit mesra setiap kali batang idung gue nongol (FYI: jeko itu bahasa kerennya ojek ;p). namun.......Ujan gede mendadak memutuskan untuk turun tepat di saat gue melangkahkan kaki keluar pagar. alhasil gue mundur dan memutuskan untuk menunggu...dan menunggu...dan menunggu...sampai akhirnya jam menunjukkan pukul setengah 8 dimana pada saat itu gue mulai keringat dingin dan panik. setelah dengan suksesnya berhasil menyeret kakak gue untuk keluar kamar dan setengah menyiksa dengan rengekan2 nggak penting, gue dianterin ke Bintaro Trade Centre A.K.A BTC dimana gue akan melanjutkan perjalanan gue selama 1 jam ke depan menuju arah sudirman. sempet berdiri seh sebentar, tapi untungnya banyak yang turun di pondok indah. jadi gue bisa melanjutkan hobi gue kalo naek kendaraan beroda empat, yaitu TIDUR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;memang Tuhan sayang gue karena jalan tidak macet dan prakiraan gue untuk sampai kantor jam 10 salah total karena gue nyampe jam 9 (yang mana gak salah2 amat karena gue masih harus menempuh perjalanan naek kopaja selama kurang lebih setengah jam lagi...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kedua: begitu gue turun dari kopaja, sekaliiiiiii lagi hujan mendadak memutuskan untuk  turun dengan lebatnya. agak susah untuk seorang wanita cantik yang pake rok, pake tas lumayan gede, berbadan kecil, untuk menahan angin yang kencang. alhasil, begitu gue nyampe kantor agak2 basah kuyup dan sepertinya payung gue yang netes2 di sepanjang lobby kantor jadi alasan kenapa office boy dan satpam sekitar situ melototin gue. waktu gue liat jam ternyata sudah setengah 10 lewat dikit...gue berdoa mati2an supaya lift ga penuh. lagian cuma orang2 kurang kerjaan yang baru datang jam segitu kan? padahal jam kantor itu jam 9. tapi ternyata lift penuh, dan yang bikin gue makin kesel adalah orang2 itu berhenti di setiap lantai. nah...bayangin aja berapa tingkat kekesalan gue kalo kantor gue itu ada di lantai 30.....huh!!!! &lt;a href="mailto:%^&amp;*#$@%"&gt;%^&amp;amp;*#$@%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untung gada yang nyadar gue telat, berhubung kalopun gue ada orang nggak nyadar karena cubicle gue menyembunyikan postur tubuh gue yang kecil dibaliknya hihihihihi...dan sekarang cubicle gue itu dihiasi payung cantik gue yang meneteskan sisa2 air hujan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....wadda morning!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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