<?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-5953792479475479423</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:34:21.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dita Pradita's</title><subtitle type='html'>It's her life, it means she's a driver on her life :p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-2417283492263797631</id><published>2009-08-17T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:29:49.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sowwwwwy</title><content type='html'>maafin ya baru update lagi. setelah juli gue males ngapa-ngapain Insyaallah skrg mulai on lg deh blog nya :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-2417283492263797631?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/2417283492263797631/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/08/sowwwwwy.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/2417283492263797631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/2417283492263797631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/08/sowwwwwy.html' title='Sowwwwwy'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-7722521009908203374</id><published>2009-06-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:41:26.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter with Dutch language :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lieve u,&lt;br /&gt;Ik weet dat je ergens daar buiten. hoe gaat het ermee? Ik ben het niet eens uw nieuws, en nu, ik weet niet eens waar je bent. waar ben je? Slaap je nog steeds op je kamer? of misschien kun je je moeder helpen koken? hihi. en nu hebben we nooit aan elkaar. je blijft je studie aan de universiteit. en kan niet terug. nu, ik ben niet echt mijn geest toen ik naar school gaan. maar meestal ben ik zeer geest.&lt;br /&gt;Ik weet dat je ergens daar maakt iedereen om je heen glimlach. maakt iedereen om je heen zich ook veilig voelt. u graag leuke mensen. je 'iemand' om je heen voel me zo diep in liefde met u, maar u nooit haar gevoel.&lt;br /&gt;Ik kan houden contact met u van Facebook of misschien MSN Messenger. maar, ik ben ook verlegen omdat uw vriend bijna alle meisje is, en zo mooi. Ik voel ik ben niet geschikt om te spelen met jou. hihi, maar i don't mind. Ik heb altijd mijn moment om uw Facebook profiel, zie je nieuwe foto's, zie je muur en zorg ervoor dat je goed zit. Ik voel me zo ongerust toen ik hoorde dat je ziek bent. het gevoel dat ik wil knuffel u en begeleiden u veel tijd. maar, ja ik weet het gewoon een droom. grote droom.&lt;br /&gt;hey, wat dacht je zusje? is ze nog steeds balet? wow! geweldig, ze kan een balerina. toch? Vertel je zus en je moeder om te kijken mijn show op juli, 25 2009. Ik was balet Ook toen ik nog op zes. tot .... vorig jaar. Maar ik weet dat er een andere tijd en verschillende moeilijkheden om mijn droom als een balerina. maar maak je geen zorgen, nu ik deelnemen op jazz balet. Het is meer genieten dan balet. Ik hoop dat je zus kan een balerina en vertel haar, ik zal altijd wachten tot je mijn student aan jazz balet! hihi.&lt;br /&gt;je weet niet eens dat ik altijd hier naast je. Ik heb nooit willen u laten gaan. zelfs wanneer je wilt dat ik nooit hier. bel me als je me nodig hebt. wees niet verlegen, ik altijd standby voor u: p&lt;br /&gt;he! Ik wil dat je mijn antwoord muur. laatste keer dat ik uw antwoord muur toen ik vroeg je over je zusje. , maar na mijn laatste muur, hoeft u geen antwoord op mijn muur. oke, ik ben goed. Ik ben oke. Ik wil gewoon vroeg je, waar heb je met je school? please tell me. Ik moet weten waar je bent. hihi. het is alles wat ik doe, omdat ik de zorg van u, en ik echt echt echt echt love you sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;oke, beantwoordt mijn liefde brief. en ik zing een liedje dat je echt wilt.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : I really love you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met een grote knuffel en veel kusjes voor jou ♥,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;n.d.p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-7722521009908203374?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/7722521009908203374/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-letter-with-dutch-language-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/7722521009908203374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/7722521009908203374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-letter-with-dutch-language-p.html' title='Love Letter with Dutch language :p'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-8179001471875395251</id><published>2009-06-22T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:27:49.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is the day that i really waiting for&lt;br /&gt;first, gue terima rapot. otomatis gue bakal tau nasib gue kan, naik apa ngga atau ipa atau ips. dan jawaban gue...... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gue naik kelas, rengking 7 dan ips :):):) &lt;/span&gt;gue gapapa kok dapet ips, malah emang itu yang gue harepin. sebenernya kalo dapet ipa ya Alhamdulillah Sembah Sujud banget gue, tapi ya gue ga bisa maksain otak gue juga lah ya hihi yaudah lah, lumayan juga kan yang penting naik kelas. ya ngga? wakakak :[&lt;br /&gt;second.......... ini yang sangat gue tunggu-tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;gue dapet selametan dari cimol, terus abis gitu ngobrol panjaaaang. tadi dia sempet turun trus naik lagiiii nyamperin gue. jadi gini, dia nyelametin gue. terus dia turun sama temennya baru nyampe setengah tangga dia naik lagi. ngajak gue ngobrol, terus dia minta pegangin rapotnya dia gitu. gue buka-buka aja. ada foto dia kelas 1 ooooooh he's so cute...... terus udah gitu dia buka kemejanya dia ganti sama kaos biru andalannya dia wakakaka, terus dia bilang dit ke blek yo ah, gue blg ngga ah mau pulang. trs dia nanya abisini mau kmn gue blg mau ke pim tp karokean dulu yaudh kan akhirnya gue karokean. oiya, gue dari lantai 3 sampe lantai 1 di lapangan jalan sama dia. bu iim aja sampe ngeliatin, terus rana temen gue juga ngeliatin gitu wakaka, kaya pacaran gitu tp beneran ngga kok :) berharap iya. terus gue naik mobil dina ngelewatin blek. pas banget muke gue lagi nyari nyari doi, terus doi ngeliat gue ehbuset malu ga jadi gue? malu..... terus udah kan di jalanan sih gue cerita-cerita aja gitu kan tadi ngapain ajaaa. terus pas nyampe depan grand wijaya mau belokan ke darmawangsa........ ada telfon tapi nomer esianya beda kan gue gatau gue angkat aja gini. "halo ini siapa mau ngomong sama siapa ada perlu apa?" terus ternyata itu........ CIMOL!!!!!!!! dia blg eh jawaaa ini gua, pake hp temen gua. terus udah kan ngobrol pas terakhirnya gue muahin sampe bunyi eh dia denger... terus dia cuma ketawa udah deh ga ada kabar lagi...................... :):):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, gue akhirnya karoke dan berencana menonton garuda didadaku! tapi apa hasilnya? ada kabar ternyata penuh banget dan gabakal dapet. yaudah gue ama nda sarah ditabon shela ke pim aja, sama sodaranya dinda, sama oomnya dinda. ini emang rezeki dari Allah, hari bahagia. di pim gue ga ngeluarin uang sedikitpun untuk makan. waakakakak, makasih ya oom :) terus gue foto-foto aja. eh nanti ya fotonya gua upload maleman dikit lah hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaudah deh, masih seneng nih wakakak. bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NUR    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-8179001471875395251?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/8179001471875395251/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8179001471875395251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8179001471875395251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-2721235148925498229</id><published>2009-06-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:02:13.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Feel Brand New :p:p:p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find the words, my love&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how I feel, my love&lt;br /&gt;Mere words could not explain&lt;br /&gt;Precious love&lt;br /&gt;You held my life within your hands&lt;br /&gt;Created everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;Cared when I needed a friend&lt;br /&gt;Believed in me through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;This song is for you&lt;br /&gt;Filled with gratitude and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;For God blessed me with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song 'cause you&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was insecure&lt;br /&gt;You built me up and made me sure&lt;br /&gt;You gave my pride back to me&lt;br /&gt;Precious friend&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always have a friend&lt;br /&gt;You're someone who I can depend&lt;br /&gt;To walk a path that never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;My life has no meaning or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Like notes to a song out of time&lt;br /&gt;How can I repay&lt;br /&gt;You for having faith in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;pas gitu ya lagunya buat gue juga haha, muah :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PRADITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5953792479475479423-2721235148925498229?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-4138976895012529854</id><published>2009-06-20T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:36:05.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Allah...</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah, aku mohon supaya kelas kami naik semua ya Allah.&lt;div&gt;aku mohon kepada Mu, agar kamis emua diberikan jurusan yang terbaik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tidak memaksakan aku harus ipa, karena ibuku juga tidak memaksakan itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku mohon dengan amat sangaat agar kami naik kelas..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya Allah, terimakasih sudah mengenalkan aku pada teman-teman XE yang nyaman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terimakasih sudah memberikan aku petunjuk tempat dimana yang baik untuk aku sekolah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya Allah, kita masuk kelas XE bersama-sama..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku mohon juga supaya kita lulus bareng-bareng,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kita naik kelas bareng-bareng ya Allah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ya Allah, semoga kami naik kelas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Amiiiiiiiin :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amiiiiiiiiiiiiin......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-4138976895012529854?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/4138976895012529854/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/4138976895012529854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/4138976895012529854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya-allah.html' title='Ya Allah...'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-956255551097670208</id><published>2009-06-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:38:52.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;tomorrow is your graduation day&lt;br /&gt;eleven months is not good enough to made some memories&lt;br /&gt;we need more time to know each other&lt;br /&gt;we need more time to made the good memories...&lt;br /&gt;it can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to use the white-grey uniform&lt;br /&gt;just used t-shirt and jeans&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can use sandals? hihi&lt;br /&gt;i think you will look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; maybe i think :p&lt;br /&gt;but it's the bad news i heard&lt;br /&gt;you will leave this town on 30th june,&lt;br /&gt;isn't right?&lt;br /&gt;you know i will desperate without you.&lt;br /&gt;you said you will come to my birthday, but in fact...&lt;br /&gt;you will move to Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no worries, i'm fine&lt;/span&gt; kok.&lt;br /&gt;i always tried to understood you,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i regret from you&lt;br /&gt;you never want to struggle something you think is urgent&lt;br /&gt;like my birthday, you said 'i will begging to my daddy dit,'&lt;br /&gt;but it just in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;haha, forget it boy.&lt;br /&gt;now we live happily ever after ya.&lt;br /&gt;no more regret, no more sadness&lt;br /&gt;just make your last day be your happy day&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to your promise to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAKTIR AKU MAKANAN PADANG YA :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PRADITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-956255551097670208?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/956255551097670208/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/956255551097670208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/956255551097670208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-last-day.html' title='Your Last Day'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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0);"&gt;pradita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-8430440106988116962?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/8430440106988116962/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/twelve-grader-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8430440106988116962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8430440106988116962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/twelve-grader-d.html' title='twelve grader 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gitu sama keluarga it's okayyy it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;abis dari senayan gue beli bubur di wijaya, dibawa pulang terus gue pulang. nonton dahsyat sebentar, terus gue mandi karena jam 10an gitu lah gue mau ke pim mau ketemu keluarga mama, soalnya si artis pendatang kita (mas wedha) baru pulang nih guys dari finland hihi.&lt;br /&gt;terus siangnya bener-bener gue ke pim. disana udah ada geng merak gitu, minus mas ito ya. kita ngumpul pertama di food court nunggu and the gank yg laiiiin. terus, kita ke thailand situ lah. duduk-duduk dari jam 11an sampe jam 2! riga dan qiqa? jelas aja mereka bt. wong mereka ga ngerti yang kita omongin, sedangkan kita mah seneng-seneng aja hahaa. terus ya kita ngobrol-ngobrol mau ke lembang lagi. yippie! lembang part II bakal dilaksanain juliiiiiiii setelah gue dari singapore laaah :-)&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kita bubar karena mas wedha, mas ito, mbak cindy sama mbak wina mau pergi ke grand indonesia, terus kita pulang. tapi sebelum pulang biasa lah kita ngeskrim duluuu, beli ke dairy queen, talking too much ampe ngantuk dan kita pulang.&lt;br /&gt;malemnya, gue ama keluarga gue ke darmawangsa square gitu. ketemu sama sodara mangunarsan lagi, tapi cuma sedikit. yaaah gue agak bt karena udah ngantuk juga laaah, tapi it's okay kayak nyamungin tali persilahturahmian kita lagiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh udah dulu ya, maaf banget nih kalo misalnya ga lengkap ceritanya. gue harap kenangan indah kayak gini bakal ada terussss, jadi gue ga bakal pernah ngelupain hal-hal kaya ginian :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;ditttttttttttttttz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-6432104637839844039?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/6432104637839844039/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' 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always told you, the problem made for we faced, not to avoided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't you ever ask me about my struggle to your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't you ever feel that i always here for you?&lt;br /&gt;when you're feel glad, i'm glad too.&lt;br /&gt;when you're sad, i'm sad too&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same you feel,  boy.&lt;br /&gt;i always try to make you happy in your sadness&lt;br /&gt;boy, i know you're hurted by someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;but, hey! many people care for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;especially me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally care for you, but please. don't be childish like this.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to see you so down like this.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you can called me sloppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know every problem can't be solved by tears&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you can called me sloppy&lt;br /&gt;every time you told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't cry, sssssssh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i more crying.&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying like a puppy need help from their employer&lt;br /&gt;and maybe like a child cried because of their miss their daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tell me your problem, share with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;share it, like we both always do&lt;br /&gt;you look pale, so pitty.&lt;br /&gt;you're changed, you're different.&lt;br /&gt;you're cold, egoist, stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;you never make the problem easier.&lt;br /&gt;you're so desperate in love :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just stay here.&lt;br /&gt;the problem made to faced, not to avoided.&lt;br /&gt;please.....&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand, feel my heart beat. remember it.&lt;br /&gt;take my hand to your chest, if it could make you feel calm.&lt;br /&gt;now in a last minute you'll leave us.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you'll call me and you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"baby, i wont go every where. i want to live forever with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you baby, i do.&lt;br /&gt;i love you not because your wealth, your face and your position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can do the same things like i do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRADITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRINAUT%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once in my life I have someone who needs me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone I've needed so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, unafraid, I can go where life leads me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of&lt;br /&gt;Long before I knew&lt;br /&gt;Oooh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone warm like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would make my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not like it hurt me before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I have something I know won't desert me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I can say, this is mine, you can't take it&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know I have love, I can make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once in my life, I have someone who needs me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not like it hurt me before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I have something I know won't desert me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For once, I can say, this is mine, you can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long as I know I have love, I can make it&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life, I have someone who needs me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Somebody like my&lt;br /&gt;Baby.&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/5953792479475479423-662986853357353336?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-2060066875876040981</id><published>2009-06-10T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:45:35.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perempuan ini suka berlama-lama dikamarnya,&lt;br /&gt;Mendengarkan musik dari iPodnya atau menonton tv.&lt;br /&gt;Mengeluarkan isi hatinya lewat kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun ia menyadari kata-katanya suka tidak nyambung dengan topiknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini juga suka merangkai kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;Menulisnya dikertas kosong, atau lewat blognya.&lt;br /&gt;Menggambar sepasang pasangan dengan indah,&lt;br /&gt;Dan menulis lirik lagu yang ia hafal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini sedang mencoba untuk melupakan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;Seseorang yang sebenarnya ia sangat sayangi,&lt;br /&gt;Ia tau, cintanya hanya bertepuk sebelah tangan,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi ia yakin, bahwa cinta sejatinya akan datang pada saatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini suka menghayal sebelum tidur,&lt;br /&gt;Mencari ngantuk, tapi malah kadang ia terlalu hanyut dengan khayalannya.&lt;br /&gt;Suka menulis cerita, tapi sebenarnya hanya itu hanya mimpinya.&lt;br /&gt;Suka susah tidur, sampai akhirnya mengungsi ke kamar kakaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini selalu membuka facebook seseorang untuk memastikan keadaannya.&lt;br /&gt;Ia terlihat canggung saat ketemu dengan pujaan hatinya,&lt;br /&gt;Suka grogi sendiri sampai ia tidak sadar apa yang barusan ia katakan&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya, semua cepat berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini sangat suka tidur,&lt;br /&gt;Malah, ia suka tidur disembarang tempat&lt;br /&gt;Ditegur guru? Pernah.&lt;br /&gt;Dimarahi? Pernah.&lt;br /&gt;Disindir? Pernah.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, toh perempuan ini juga tidak bangun-bangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini pernah disakiti&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan, sadar atau tidak, ia disakiti oleh seseorang yang sangat ia cintai&lt;br /&gt;Tapi perempuan ini sangat easy going,&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun kadang-kadang ia sering sedih mengingatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini sangat sayaaaang sama keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;Keluarga besar atau keluarga inti.&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat pun juga,&lt;br /&gt;She had five best friends, and they're so loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini tampak seperti tidak ada masalah,&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupannya seperti baik-baik saja.&lt;br /&gt;Ia selalu menunjukkan ia baik-baik saja di depan semua orang,&lt;br /&gt;Do the foolish action, walaupun di hatinya sangat hancur lebur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini cerewet ya?&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya, dia sudah tidur karena sebenarnya besok ia sedang semesteran&lt;br /&gt;Fisika dan Geografi.&lt;br /&gt;Besok, ia harus bangun pagi untuk belajar di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Fotocopy kerjaan temannya, lalu menghafal jawabannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ini ngantuk,&lt;br /&gt;Ia mau tidur,&lt;br /&gt;Makanya ia mau pamitan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan kamu pasti tau siapa yang ia maksud.&lt;br /&gt;Siapa si perempuan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itu aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-2060066875876040981?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/2060066875876040981/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/2060066875876040981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/2060066875876040981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl.html' title='The Girl.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-1680569631767544829</id><published>2009-06-10T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:39:47.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the sweetest things you gave to me,&lt;br /&gt;for the love you gave to me,&lt;br /&gt;for something new that i didn't know before&lt;br /&gt;for being my friend after a long time we didn't know each other,&lt;br /&gt;for being my sunshine in the rain&lt;br /&gt;for changed my life until 180 degrees&lt;br /&gt;for made my day so colorful and memorable....&lt;br /&gt;for caring me like i'm your sister&lt;br /&gt;for night-songs that you always sing for me&lt;br /&gt;for every night call&lt;br /&gt;for gave me some support&lt;br /&gt;for notified me the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;for understanding me&lt;br /&gt;for your boyish smile, that makes me flying away.......&lt;br /&gt;for teasing me :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for making the memories that could be memorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for make me feel i'm priceless&lt;br /&gt;for the special name that you gave and you always called me with it, no one can called me with that name, he said that.&lt;br /&gt;for every surprising me every time we met&lt;br /&gt;for your drew on my hand&lt;br /&gt;for take me into your life&lt;br /&gt;for introduced me to your sweety niece&lt;br /&gt;for assumed me like i'm your family&lt;br /&gt;for daily call&lt;br /&gt;for daily story&lt;br /&gt;for bring me fly away with your wings&lt;br /&gt;for your dreams that you told me a weeks ago :p&lt;br /&gt;for making me so special&lt;br /&gt;for encouraging me&lt;br /&gt;for every time you have to me&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for everything you gave to me........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-1680569631767544829?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-5532684750763068570</id><published>2009-06-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:07:50.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter (II) ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;hai dear.......&lt;br /&gt;how are you? after you finished your school, i haven't meet you until now. i hope you will be alright ya. i saw your new photo album on your facebook, you took many pictures with your little sister. hey, she's so cute yaaa, i like her hihi. you look more handsome i thing :p you used the black T-Shirt, and it match with your sister do.&lt;br /&gt;you look so fatter than before ya? hihi, it means you're okay. your hair is going to long, it makes you look more handsome like i said before. hm, have you read my first love letter? i don't need your answer, just comment it. this is my second letter i made because i really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, you'll had a graduation day. i requested to be a choir. firstly, i really be spirit. but now, until i got some problems with your friend, i feel so lazy to come in. from here, i pray for your best. hey! where did you continue your study? you said you'll continue in moestopo. isn't right? huuu, tell me....&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing now? do you help your mother to sell the shirts or everything in brother land? haha, it just named you gave to me when i asked you,"where are you?", you said, "i'm on brother land......" hahaha. just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;baby i know you never want to see me, especially in your historic day like your graduation day. but trust me, i really want to meet and see you for the last time. actually, i want to hold your hand, see your hot eyes, caress your chubby cheeks, hug your suet body...... even i want to kiss your lips :p:p:p:p:p haha, actually i'm just kidding babe.&lt;br /&gt;boy, let me talk something to you. for me, it's important, but i don't really sure you do too. i love you, even i know you're not love me back. i'm okay even i'm in a big pain. just make sure you know something i wrote, digested and understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't you worry when i get hurt, the most important thing is you'll always be there to cure me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't worry boy, when you get sick, the most important thing is i'll always be there to hug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll see me the way i'll see you. i'm no asking to much. i just want you to stay here wherever you are, whoever you are. i will find you, i will begging you and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay here, and just don't go anywhere.......&lt;/span&gt; i tried as hard as a might to not love you, even it just makes me hurt, please don't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry with my messy english words, i'm just practice my english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;n.d.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-5532684750763068570?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/5532684750763068570/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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He will spend 3 months here. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-7545154574231792957?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/7545154574231792957/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/7545154574231792957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/7545154574231792957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-4815923908811249884</id><published>2009-06-06T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:25:25.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>Hari ini gue bangun jam 8.15an gitu, sebenernya hari ini ada acara mangunarsan gitu sports day. Tapi, mungkin kepagian dan papa ga bangun juga berarti.... Kita ga kesana. Mas dimas udah sms gue gitu. "Mangunarsan, dimana? Jadipada dateng gaa? Gue, mas Baye sama mba Tata udah disini." Gak gue bales. Ga enak gue hahahahaha maaf ya mas mas dan mbak mbak kalo baca ini hihi :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siangnya gue belajar aja matematika berhubung ya besok senin gue matematika sama bahasa inggris. Sekalian nyicil lah. Terus gue ke dokter gigi. Gue ditarik lagi gitu. Sakit deh, tapi cuma satu gigi hahaha. Terus gue studying kecil-kecilan (apa coba haha) terus ketiduran bentar terus mandi dll gitu gitu sampe nonton termehek mehek and finallyyyyyy gue ke Grand Indonesia!!!!! Wihiw, kampung yak maap baru sekali gue ke sini. Sama mama papa dong pastinya! Kakak kalo malem minggu mah udah ngapel diaaaaa hahaha tapi gue seneng lah dari rumah sampe di gi gue ditemenin sama dimas di msn. Hai dim kalo lagi baca jangan gr ya hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue makan di kepiting gitu, gue nih sambil nulis nih sambil bersihin gigi dari daging kepiting yang nyempil. Terus oiya GUE LIAT AIR MANCUR JOGET JOGET CAKEP BANGET DEH DEMI ALLAH -_- aduh ya Allah kok bagus bangeeeet gitu yaaa. Hihihi maaf ya ndeso katro gitu gue.Terus kayaknya gue mau pms gitu lah jadi ga enak gitu lah tp suer gue suka bgt nih gigigigigigi hihihihihi, tapi nyasaaaaaar mulu hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah deh bloggy. Gue mau pulang nanti lanjut ya cayang hihi, muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dita♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-4815923908811249884?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/4815923908811249884/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/4815923908811249884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/4815923908811249884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-5402800311145255071</id><published>2009-06-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:10:23.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Journal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;sekarang udah jum'at aja ya. padahal kayaknya baru aja senin kemaren. hari ini gue memasuki hari ke tiga semesteran. terus, tadi itu ulangan pkn sama alquran. sebenernya gue bisa Alhamdulillah laaah, tapi semalemnya gue abis kena insomia ringan, hahaha. hm gue ga bisa tidur kaya firasat gue ga enak gitu lah. tapi yaudaaaah, gue akhirnya tidur sama kakak gue HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;disekolah, gak ada apa-apa. cuma semesteran gitu dan yaaaaa intensif gue. pulangnya, sarah kerumah gue. sebenernya gue sama sarah ada sebuah penyesalan............................................ gabisa cerita, soalnya orangnya suka baca blog gue. hahahahaa inisialnya yaaaaa, pokoknya di kuis fb gue, the initial who will married with me. hahahaa, ya begindang lah.&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya hari ini ga kenapa napa loh. oiya, badnews bukan ya namanya. Moka temen baik gue noh mau pindah ke aussie. bt ga? bt banget gue. apalagi dia bilang mau pindah tanggal 13 Juli. dia tau ga sih tanggal itu gue ulang tahun? uuuuuuuuh pas tau itu langsung nyesssssssssssssss........ parah banget, abang gue yang gue kenal taun lalu aja belom tentu tau ulang tahun gue. lagian ABANG gue yang pertama itu juga udah ga pernah peduli sama adeknya yang ini. dia lebih mentingin ADEK NYA YANG DISANA daripada yang disini. okelah ga boleh  kaya gitu, tapi jujur gue sebel huhu i hate you O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gatau mau nulis apa, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;ditttttttts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-5402800311145255071?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-6633612170681464787</id><published>2009-06-04T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:18:17.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"&gt;hidup ini bukan untuk mengumpulkan nilai, bukan berapa banyak orang yang menelfonmu, dan bukan siapa pacarmu, bekas pacar dan orang yang belum kamu pacari. bukan tentang siapa orang yang pernah kamu cium dan pemuda yang kamu sukai. bukan juga tentang warna kulitmu, dimana kamu tinggal dan dimana sekolahmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi, hidup adalah tentang siapa yang kamu cintai dan siapa yang kamu sakiti.tentang bagaimana perasaanmu pada dirimu sendiri, kepercayaan, kebahagiaan dirimu. hidup adalah tentang menghindari rasa cemburu, mengatasi rasa tidak peduli, dan membina kepercayaan dengan apa yang kamu katakan dan kamu maksudkan. tentang menghargai orang apa adanya, bukan karena apa yang dimilikinya. dan yang terpenting, hidup ini adalah memilih tentang menggunakan hidupmu untuk menyentuh orang lain dengan cara yang tidak bisa digantikan dengan cara lain. hidup adalah tentang pilihan-pilihan itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Soup For The Kids Soul.&lt;br /&gt;Dita Pradita :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-6633612170681464787?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/6633612170681464787/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidup.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/6633612170681464787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/6633612170681464787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidup.html' title='Hidup'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-3531503029144261471</id><published>2009-06-03T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:34:20.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about you :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is the things I know about you :p:p:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; your family&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; with another&lt;br /&gt;you always make the smile on my lips&lt;br /&gt;you made me awake about the wrong way i do&lt;br /&gt;you made the bad things turn to good&lt;br /&gt;you called me with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always teasing me when we met&lt;br /&gt;you sing the song that you like&lt;br /&gt;you are a funny guys&lt;br /&gt;you like to playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you always watching cartoon like sponge bob and naruto :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like to playing foot ball&lt;br /&gt;you like to eat noodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;you love barca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like to laugh&lt;br /&gt;you like a to make someone laugh and smile even I know you're sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;you love your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like to driving a motorcycle than a car&lt;br /&gt;you like a kind of music that I like too&lt;br /&gt;you like a drama movie (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;you like a comedy movie&lt;br /&gt;you like an action movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you didn't like yoghurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a typhus that can relapse sometimes when you're got tired&lt;br /&gt;you cry when you broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;you are a lazy guy........&lt;br /&gt;you fear with worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you fear with my dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hate my dooooooooog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you like to play bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like st 12!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you like d'massive&lt;br /&gt;you are a strong man, I know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always advise me to studying (even you're not studying hihi :p)&lt;br /&gt;you take my dreams as if come true&lt;br /&gt;you like to make a joke even sometimes it's not funny :p&lt;br /&gt;you try to protect your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are good at sosiology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hate math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you make me fall in love with you every time we met.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sunshine after the rain&lt;br /&gt;you are someone I can depend on&lt;br /&gt;you are my brother&lt;br /&gt;you are someone who I really loved :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my world, my breath, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I owe you many things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From physically, you are 75. but, because you have all the advantages above I give you +25. now you are 100, same with perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoochie, kissy, hugggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-3531503029144261471?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/3531503029144261471/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-you-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/3531503029144261471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/3531503029144261471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-you-p.html' title='about you :p'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-7758889662368934551</id><published>2009-06-03T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:45:21.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to see you so down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know now you're in deeply depression&lt;br /&gt;your mood changed every time you want&lt;br /&gt;you always down when you broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;because maybe you never make it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will help you as i can&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart, my body, even my soul&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old you&lt;br /&gt;the one that can makes every body smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you act like you're okay&lt;br /&gt;you said that you're fine&lt;br /&gt;you try to laugh like every day&lt;br /&gt;but, i'm a woman. i have a strong feeling.&lt;br /&gt;you're not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hate to see you so down like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i make your smile again?&lt;br /&gt;shining like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you're a strong man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're strong.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're strong, you're a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;i knew you for a long time, not for a day or two days&lt;br /&gt;that's why i know, it just your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i hope you can smile again and i'm begging you please don't ever think about someone hurts you. because i'm sure that karma will come to 'someone' that hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;dwitya :p:p:p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-7758889662368934551?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/7758889662368934551/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-to-see-you-so-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/7758889662368934551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/7758889662368934551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-to-see-you-so-down.html' title='I hate to see you so down.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-8142327605820667027</id><published>2009-06-03T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:48:50.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥XE♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;hai dearest XE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;kemaren (selasa/2/juni/2009) itu berarti hari terakhir kita sekelas bareng-bareng dong ya huhu, gak kerasa juga udah setahun kita di kelas XE ini dengan wali kelas kita Bu Iim Rochimah ya? hihi. suka duka kita lewatin bersama. gue masih inget tapi repet-repet gitu lah, kita pertama kali masuk itu tanggal 14 juli setelah briefing tanggal 12 juli untuk persiapan mos. kita tergabung dalam kelompong bunga anggrek. base camp kita (ceilah basecamp hahaha) itu diruang 3K, kelas bahasa Arab. terus kita mos 3 hari, pas terakhir mos gak taunya ada beberapa anak dikelompok kita mulai pindah kelas dan ada juga yang pindah sekolah. ada Andra, yang tadinya sekelas sama gue terus dia disuruh ibunya pindah ke Alpus 1. terus sekolah mulai berarti tanggal 17 ya. gue tuh duduk didepan agnes sebelah gue sarah serongnya dinda sama dina dinda loni sama siapa ya? pokoknya esha paling belakang ditabon depannya esha. itu yang gue inget. ada shela juga dulu deket sama ryan haha. terus ada esq gitu juli juli akhir kalo ga salah tanggal 29. terus kita tidur disekolah, sama 10E juga yang ceweknya. hasby sms gue ada anak baru pindahan dari china. namanya Reiza. begitu. terus selama semester satu, gue mah jalanin santai-santai aja. gak taunya, XE ini adalah kelas teribut dan ada juga lah trouble maker. terus bulan apa gitu gue ga inget ya masalah mulai dari Zeyhan ato Jehan di DO. terus Hansa jarang masuk, hansa diskors juga apa ya lupa. terus sampe akhirnya ada Surya yang dipindahin sama mamanya ke sma negri, mamanya surya nelfonin mulu loh ke anak kelas gue haha ancur. terus surya pindah, hansa juga pindah desember apa januari gitu. terus kita happily ever after gitu ga ada yang pindah ga ada yang masuk lagi hihi.&lt;br /&gt;dikelas, ada juga anak yang pinter banget. sebenernya gara gara dia rajin makanya dia pinter hihi, namanya Rana. temen smp gue hahaha (so?). hm dikelas gue juga main sama Hasby, Sarah, Dina, Dinda, Loni, Ditaboni, Agnes, Esha, Shela sama Ryan. gue nyaman kok main sama mereka. mereka asik-asik gitu huhu, sedihnya sekarang sudah mau pisah ya hm..................................... walaupun pas semesteran kita masih ketemu sih, tapi hey yo wow huhu kita udah gak bareng-bareng lagi tau ga :'( gue pengen banget naik kelas tapi maunya kelasnya kaya gini. udah terlanjur nyaman gue jadi males pindah-pindah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;temen-temen, makasih ya udah bikin kelasnya seru, udah bikin kelasnya banyak kenangan. gue pernah nangis gara-gara dibercandain hasby, juga esha yang pernah nangis gara gara dibercandain loni. gue pernah ngeliat semua dari kalian ber9 nangis. gue pernah ketawa terbahak-bahak ampe ga bisa berenti juga gara-gara xe. tapi kenangan itu malah terbuat baru baru ini. pas kita udah mau pisah. ketawa ampe gak ada suara, ketawa sampe jatoh-jatoh, ketawa sampe nangis.... semuanya baru kerasa pas akhir-akhir gini. kayak pas hasby cerita bokapnya kalo kentut BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET kayak lecet gitu, terus kita ketawa ngakak-ngakak.... terus dengan polosnya dina bilang,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"itu suara apa sih? bersin?" &lt;/span&gt;kita nguakak ampe guling-guling. terus gue juga pernah ketawa ngakak gara gara dinda sama hasby nahan air dimulutnya, main lama-lamaan. terus tiba tiba dinda nyembur airnya gitu karena ga kuat hasby juga gitu............ banyak deh ya kenangan yang gak bisa gue sebutin satu-satu.&lt;br /&gt;ada juga yang kayak kucing sama anjing. ryan sama sarah. saling kata-kataan, ampe lempar-lemaparan kertas lah, adaaaaaaaa aja mereka mah.walaupun kadang-kadang sarahnya sampe bt gitu, ryan tetep aja ngatain. sampe dibuat nama singkatannya gitu. hahaha yang gue inget tuh ada sardenda, ryanda ya gitu-gitu laaah. nanti kalo gue sebutin marah lagi :p:p:p:p:p&lt;br /&gt;oiya kelupaan ya ada abim, temen 4 tahunannya agnes yang pindah ke ricci. dia songong gitu, "gue pindah ke gonzaga nanti awal februari." eh ga taunya ga pindah-pindah oon lo bloon woooooo ahahahaha bt gue ngeliat mukenye.&lt;br /&gt;seneng ya dikelas xe, gatau kenapa gue sayang banget sama kelas gue nih satu. gue ga ngingkarin kok kalo dikelas gue, dulunya gue juga pernah ada masalah. iya, ga usah diungkit kali ya. hihi males. kelas gue gini nih misalnya gue nyanyi diam tanpa katanya dmassive, terus pasti si hirzy ngikut. terus gue nyanyi dengarkan curhatku, trus nanti pasti ada yang ngelanjutin 'tentang dirinya....' terus adaaa aja ya Allah i love this class so much! terus yang terakhir-terakhir gini gue ngimut sampe sekarang jadi dipake. ryan jadi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAN &lt;/span&gt;sama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAK NYINYISSSSSH. &lt;/span&gt;sama lagu-lagu yang menurut gue selalu gue inget dikelas xe nih ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;D'Massive : Diam tanpa kata, Vierra : Dengarkan Curhatku, The Lucky Laki : bukan supermen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jason Mraz, Agnes Monica : Teruskanlah, Mizta D : memble tapi kece, Kuburan Band : Lupa-lupa ingat, Aura Kasih : Asmara, Luna Maya : Suara, BCL : Pernah Muda sama Kecewa, Derby Romero juga hahahaa, Gigi : Ya Ya Ya, Gita Gutawa : Aku cinta dia sama Parasit, Gruvi : Kumasih mencintaimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;banyak deh ya masih banyak banget deh ga bisa gue sebutin satu-satu hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;buat sepuluh e, makasih banyak ya buat semuanya. gue juga minta maaf ya kalo ada salah pasti ada salah lah, maafin ya. semoga kelas XE ngerjain soal-soal semesteran, sama bisa naik kelas semua yaaaa! Amiiiiiiiiiiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : this entri i made on Wedenesday, and with a big smile when i remember what were we do on our clas :') I love you so mucccccccccch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with many kisses and big hug for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-8142327605820667027?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/8142327605820667027/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/xe.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8142327605820667027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8142327605820667027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/xe.html' title='♥♥♥XE♥♥♥'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-6978798553012407915</id><published>2009-06-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:08:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM EXAM EXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Insyaallah, I'm ready to exam. tomorrow is sejarah (history) haha, gue belajar tapi sempet kepotong nonton kepompong sih........... OYON KACIAN ahahaha. yaudah gue belajar mati matian nih, hope my score is gooooooooooooooooooooood and NAIK KELAS AMINNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;gue belajar bener-bener nih ga main main ya terus hari ini sedih banget kelas 10E terakhir men. gue ngerasa bakalan kehilangan kelas ini aja. dan semoga satu kelas ini naik semua amiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin. ada yang ipa dan pasti ada yang ips dong.. tapi please i hope don't seperate each other.......................... i'll always missing you honey honey kuuuuuuuu :')&lt;br /&gt;maaf ya cuma dikit, tapi janji gue bakal cerita lagi besok. muah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoochieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;dita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-6978798553012407915?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/6978798553012407915/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/exam-exam-exaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/6978798553012407915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/6978798553012407915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/exam-exam-exaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam.html' title='EXAM EXAM EXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-9183465683928358122</id><published>2009-06-01T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:58:35.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awal Bulan dan Awal Hari.</title><content type='html'>Monday, 1st of June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal bulan harusnya berjaya dong yaa gajian dong. Tapi bagi gue sekarang lagi nabung. Ada sih duit lah tapi gue lagi nabung. Seriusan nih gue hahaha. Nabung buat ini itu tapi yang kesampean baru iPod ungu.  Awal hari gue bangun ngantuk ngantuk terus disekolah belajar biologi. Makin ngantuk gak menurut lo? Tapi untung banget ya gue gak ngantuk. Terus pas istirahat gue makan bekel dong sehat bangeeet terus udah gitu istirahat kedua gue cuma makan eskrim aja. Bener-bener pengiritan deh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue jazz balet. Ingetin ya tanggal 14 abis gue ulangan semesteran, ada latihan gabungan jazz balet gatau dimana yang jelas latihan gabungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next monday, 8th of june..... Mas wedha, our family from finland, will come to Jakarta! Whoaaaa he will spend the nights at my house! Seneng deh pasti rame gitu. Ya even know I know he is sooooooooo crazy and he's so naked apa ya nakal, badung semua deh dia huhu but I love him soooo much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gue udah mulai mau jadi dewasa. Udah gak boleh childish lagi gitu-gitu deh.... Gue juga udah bisa ngambil banyak pelajaran dari hidup gue. Kayak seorang cewek yang sukanya ngatain orang jablay padahal belom tentu orang yang ngatain itu lebih baik dari orang yang ngatain. Orang yang nyindir di pm buat manas-manasin orang lain. Gue tau lah trik2nya, perlu gue sebut ga namanya? Perlu ya kayaknya. Mantannya cimol, LOLIPOP GIRL. Ga cukup nyali nih buat nyebut nama hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New month, new day, and new life. Starts from now, I'll studying hard for my final exam tomorrow wednesday. Okay. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoooooochie :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dits♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-9183465683928358122?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/9183465683928358122/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/awal-bulan-dan-awal-hari_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/9183465683928358122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/9183465683928358122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/06/awal-bulan-dan-awal-hari_01.html' title='Awal Bulan dan Awal Hari.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-1839195173646274203</id><published>2009-05-31T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:09:46.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iya lah family day, because it's Sunday! today we went to pim. we want to watch Terminator Salvation. actually this is my mother's idea, but it's okay! my lovely Christian Bale play on this movie! we went from house at 11 o'clock after we arrived we directly went to XXI, i think it would be crowded. but in fact, it's not to crowded.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for my brother and my father at pim. they went after we got the tickets. after that, the movie played at 13.00 waaaaaaaw, i was boring because i don't really know the story. and it just shocking me! you must know i always closed my ears because the music was so fantastic. and i feel so sleepy! but half of the story it's so awsome! and i like it very muchhhhh! after that we went to shiok to lunch. we met my brother's friends parents. hm actually, i'm in love with your son, auntie and uncle hihihi. shuttttttt just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;we went to home at 5 o'clock and i was really excited because of MANOHARA BACK TO INDONESIA!!!!!! what's a pitty beautiful indonesian girl..&lt;br /&gt;at night, moka called me. he ended their relationship with his gf. he told me to try to entertained him. but how can? ya akhirnya kita ngobrol-ngobrol aja sih ya biar sok asik gitu. kita telfonan 54:16 menit, terus we talked to much until we sang many songs feels like we're on karoke ahhaha, okee i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;terus sekarang gue lagi nungguin LYLA tersayang aja nih, soalnya di rcti ada acara asik gitu deh kaya nya...... hihi, oke doain gue ya gue mau semseteran nih, and maybe start from tomorrow i will rarely open my blog. but it just MAYBE. i can open from my phone, right? hihi, oke lah sekarang sudah malam. besok gue janji kalo gue ada cerita atau ide gue bakal langsung tulis di blog. oke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeeeeeeeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;dittttts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-1839195173646274203?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/1839195173646274203/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1839195173646274203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1839195173646274203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-day.html' title='Family Day!'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-5078098634981820496</id><published>2009-05-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:26:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like we never knew wach other</title><content type='html'>It's been over a year since I met and I knew you. I think it's enaugh to know each other. Firstly I knew you when I was on junior high school. And you're an  eleventh grader. You were a good boy, you're loving, you're caring, you're a kind person. I love you so much, then we were a brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm finished my studied, I have to continue my study. I don't think I want to be your junior. But now I'm your junior. And you're my senior.&lt;br /&gt;At school, you haven't to call me when we met. Like a senior meet the junior and they're don't know each other. It's like you and me last time. But about three or two months ago, you're changed by someone who I really hate. &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not as beautiful as her, but my love for you is trully true darling.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my relationship with him or even with her is not in a good condition. It seems like we never knew each other. When I need him, he never here beside me. And he never want me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: belive me boy, karma will come in the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Pradita ♡♡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-5078098634981820496?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/5078098634981820496/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/seems-like-we-never-knew-wach-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/5078098634981820496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/5078098634981820496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/seems-like-we-never-knew-wach-other.html' title='seems like we never knew wach other'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-8426295414262156443</id><published>2009-05-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:50:28.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears for my 'brother'.</title><content type='html'>When I heard that you're not alone anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad, because I think when you're happy, I'm happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to loyal to heard your story&lt;br /&gt;Even if about your love story&lt;br /&gt;You never think that I'm jealous&lt;br /&gt;Because I never show off in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;The memories bring me back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;No one call me, no one sent me sms&lt;br /&gt;My handphone still silence&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel my tears drop to my hand, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the tears will party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always told me to counting the day when he would ended their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I keep counting, but you still with her.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can be more pation than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy as can be when you called me&lt;br /&gt;I feel not alone because you're accompany me&lt;br /&gt;But after that, you're lost.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're here beside me even we haven't get the relationship. We're friend. Best friend, and I promise to not love you as your lover. But I promise to love you like sister love her brother. Okay? I love you :p:p:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;ndp♡♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-8426295414262156443?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/8426295414262156443/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/tears-for-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8426295414262156443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8426295414262156443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/tears-for-my-brother.html' title='tears for my &apos;brother&apos;.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-1225060131048475430</id><published>2009-05-30T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:33:15.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's crazy saturday. Even I don't go anywhere, but I think I'm fine at home. After I got lunch, I went to ITC fatmawati to service my blackberry, because there's a problem with the battery. After that I went to home and I'm studied! Lumayan lah, sosiologi ditangan. Tadi paginya gue belajar sejarah ga ada satupun yang gue ngerti. Sorenya gue nonton gitu lah terus pas jam 6an lah pas gue mandi ada yg sms dan nelfon! Crazy he called me for one hour lebih, ngalor ngidul aja gak jelas ngomong apa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about life, we talked about love and everything. Gue nyeritain ke dia tentang anak baru ngeselin tp baik gitu lah aneh. Terus selama itu pula gue banyak ketawa. Like I forgot my problems. He called me when I need him. I like it ♥♥♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm on pisang. Somewhere in Bintaro, hm not Bintaro I mean in tanah kusir. And you must know! I met his(my best friend) ex girlfriend! She's so beautiful ohhhhhhhh hihi, yaudah sih sherina, yaudah sih semangka, yaudah sih sepeda... Yaudah sih sepele.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoochie,&lt;br /&gt;Dita♡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-1225060131048475430?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/1225060131048475430/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1225060131048475430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1225060131048475430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-saturday.html' title='Crazy Saturday!'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-5181840320395240067</id><published>2009-05-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:26:22.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the list. (curhat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have some list, it's such my regret, and maybe my stupid list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first thing, i love someone who doesn't love me back. i know it will makes me hurt, but i think it's my true love. thanks to you to made my day feel so colorful. i know my self, i can't impose my self to love you. i just can love at behind you. especially, you're my senior hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was thinking that someone loves me with all his heart. but in fact, he broke my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. even i know we were only seven days to get our officially relationship, but my heart so true and i'm loyal. i know karma will come, not long after we ended our relationship, he officially hers. he got a new girl friend and maybe he love her so much. but karma's came. she broke his heart then he told me to apologized him. it's okay. i don't mind. for me, the past is past. and it's over baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, i feel i don't have something special. it makes me be ashamed. but hey, wake up! i have my own best friends who loves me, i have my family, i have something special! i can dance even i know it's so bad. i don't have a good body, i'm too thin. black, i'm tall but looks like an electricity pole. not proposional. curly hair. hm, not curly but wavy. and now i think, i may not be so. i have to confident with my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i always walking to the past.&lt;/span&gt; always remeber my memories, even if good or bad. i always think that someday, my memories will come back and everything will be fine. the memories bring me to somewhere like a new life, but when i wake up from that, i feel so regretful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth, i'm a good actress maybe. i can keep my problems with use the face mask. you can called me like i'm a clown, make someone happy, smile, even laugh, but i never told anyone when i get hurted, sick even broken hearted. it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth, i just can get my spirit to get IPA (i'm sorry i don't know ipa in english). but in fact, i'm too lazy to studying. and now i try to study hard because the exam is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;seventh, i'm easily believe in people but it's not necessarily true. maybe, if i didn't belive with him, i have to get my true love now :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;eighth, i'm easily jealous with anyone. but i'm not spite haha. can i give you an example? hm, like this. i've got a 'brother', i can't tell you his name. and he got a friend, tell her name is maid face (mf). she always show off how they were met and when i said, 'just come to my house.' they said, 'cil, the way is so far. you know our house is so far from your house.' okay, i don't mind but when i need you, you weren't here for me. but after that, i feel i'm so regret to knew you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more, i can't tell you one by one even i want. i really want. but, i'm sorry i can't because it's getting night and i have to sleep even tomorrow is my free day, but i have to study! hihi, and maybe i'll go to itc fatmawati to repair my blackberry curve, because it's my love hahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i promise i'll posting my new story and my idea tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;smoochie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;dita pradita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&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/5953792479475479423-5181840320395240067?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/5181840320395240067/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/list-curhat.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/5181840320395240067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/5181840320395240067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/list-curhat.html' title='the list. (curhat)'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-3824118251930023835</id><published>2009-05-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:41:22.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nih, gue hari ini ya begitu-begitu aja. belajar kimia sebelumnya ada motivasi juga dari alumni alpus 3 angkatan pertama cukup menarik karena menyita waktu bu iim untuk belajar kimia. actually, i hate that subject. kimia. dulunya gue suka bener soalnya nilai gua cakep-cakep, ada yang motivasiin. sekarang semester dua ga lebih dari 50. parah ya? banget. setiap kali ulangan pasti gue remed oke lah. ips gue melejit abis gara-gara ekonomi sama sosiologi. woke, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;udah mantep saya ips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus ulangan bahasa inggris pula. ulangan ke dua gitu sih. kemaren dapet 4. alhamdulillah sekarang dapet 8 wakakak. cukup memuaskan bukan? hihi. oke lah ya, terus sosiologi juga nothing special lahhhhhhh. terus gue pulang laper parah dan makin bt gara-gara hp gue rusak. mati mulu. maaf ya be (bebe), rusak mulu. aku capek tau ga sama kamu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;terus yaudah kan, gue pulang beli mc d dulu dan bweteh banget tapi yasutra gue nonton kepompong dulu gitu kan terus udah gak bt lagi. nyokap pergi bapak pergi. dirumah tinggal gue sama kakak gue doang. sepi, pulsa nyaris habis, saya butuh pulsa.&lt;br /&gt;terus tadi gue belajar, kesadaran diri. abis gue belajar, gue manteng depan tv jam 8.15an lah, dengan harapan melati untuk marvel baru mulai. dan harus tau, tiba-tiba..................... SCTV MUSIC AWARDS. dibuka dengan THE LUCKY LAKI, lagu gue noh dikelas hahahaha. tapi kalo gue diimutin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"akuw bukan lah cupelmen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;akuw juga bica nyangish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bila kekacih hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pelgi menyinggalkan akuw dudududududutak (drum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ayah ku celalu, belkata bagikuw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yaki yaki ga boye nyangish" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan tau reaksi dari temen-temen gue? "DITA JANGAN NGIMUT" apa lagi ryan hahahahahah dia mukanya udah muka muka konflik gitu deh haha 'iyyyyyyyyaaaaaan' hope he will read this page biar marah-marah.&lt;br /&gt;oke lanjut lagi ya, terus gue gonta ganti terus gue makan pas gue naik oke banget lagunya. kalo moka bilang curhat lo dit.&lt;br /&gt;"bapak-bapak ibu-ibu siapa yang punya anak bilang aku&lt;br /&gt;aku yang tengah malu sama teman-temanku karena hanya diriku yang tak laku-laku"&lt;br /&gt;oke cukup btnya, terus ada ridho roma ewwwww i'm melting because of him wihiw.&lt;br /&gt;terussss udah lengkap kan ke btan gue, tiba-tiba si dimas bek, indra bekti sama keket (sok deket) bilang,&lt;br /&gt;"langsung aja ya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAGA LYLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" anjrit gue langsung semangat abis, hahahaha seneng gila gue. terus udahannya lo mesti tau............. KANGEN BAND langsung tanpa basa basi gue sms dina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To   : Dina&lt;br /&gt;DINA SCTV ADA ANDIKA KANGEN BAND PENGEN AKU KERAMASIN MANA SOK ASIK.......... some text missing hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cukup kan? abis inia da si pasha ungu. ewwww makin melting aku dibuatnya hahahaha, terus sekarang bener-bener lagi diem nih beneran. pulsa abis, ga ada yg bales sms baik Sasya maupun Dina. hihi, tapi yodahlah pulsa mereka juga palingan sama sama abis hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;eh gue bt nih ac kamar gue panas (penting?) bener, temenin gue ya ampe ngantuk. gue sebenernya gatau juga sih mau ngomong apa lagi. kalo nulis pegel tapi kalo ngomong males. hahaha yaudah lah saya cari ide lain. thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-3824118251930023835?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/3824118251930023835/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/bt.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/3824118251930023835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/3824118251930023835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/bt.html' title='bt.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-1538226820932196294</id><published>2009-05-28T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:51:11.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dear you,&lt;br /&gt;i know you're somewhere out there. how are you? i don't even get your news and now, i don't even know where you are. where are you? do you still sleep at your room? or maybe you'll help your mother cooking? hihi. and now, we never meet each other. you'll continue your study at university. and may not come back here. now, i'm not really get my spirit when i go to school. although usually i am very spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i know you're somewhere out there makes everybody around you smile. makes everybody around you feel safe. you like to entertaining people. you make 'someone' around you feel so deeply in love with you, but you never get her feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i just can keep contact with you from facebook or maybe msn messenger. but, i'm too shy because your friend almost all is girl, and so beautiful. i feel i'm inappropriate to play with you. hihi, but i don't mind. i always spend my time to open your facebook profile, see your new photos, see your wall and make sure that you're alright. i feel so worried when i heard you're getting sick. feel like i want to hug you and accompany you every time. but, yeah i know it just a dream. big dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hey, how about your little sister? is she still balet? wow! great, she could be a balerina. right? tell your sister and your mom to watch my show on july, 25th 2009. i was balet too when i was on six. until.... last year. but, i know there's a diffrent time and diffrent difficulty to pursue my dream to be a balerina. but don't worry, now i participate on jazz balet. it's more enjoy than balet. i hope your sister could be a balerina and tell her, i'll always wait you to be my student at jazz balet! hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you don't even know that i always here beside you. i never want let you go. even when you're never want me here. just call me when you  need me. don't be shy, i always standby for you :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hey! i want you to reply my wall. last time i reply your wall when i asked you about your little sister. but, after my last wall, you don't have to reply my wall. okay, i'm fine. i'm okay. i just want to asked you, where did you continue your school? please tell me. i just need to know where you are. hihi. it's all i do because i care of you, and i really really really love you sooooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;okay, please reply my love letter. and i'll sing a song that you really like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;p.s. : i really love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;with big hug and many kisses for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;n.d.p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-1538226820932196294?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/1538226820932196294/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-letter.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1538226820932196294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1538226820932196294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter ♥'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-8972754518299081775</id><published>2009-05-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:10:07.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hari ini dimulai dari pelajaran bahasa indonesia, jadi tadi cuma bahas soal aja gitu kan terus bebas sekitar setengah jam lebih. asik kan? yaudah, akhirnya boleh main hp. gue sama dinda denger iPod, terus agak agak ngampung gitu soalnya ternyata iPod gue bisa di shake dan ganti lagu HAHAHA. terus fisika gitu-gitu aja. pas bahasa inggris...........oh my god tadi ulangan kan. terus pas ulangan gue diketuk kepalanya sakit deh hahaha. terus ulangan gue dapet 4 pas. ahaha akhirnya besok gue ulangan lagi dengan syarat: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bikin soal sendiri atau cari di internet 70 soal tentang adjective clause.&lt;/span&gt; menurut lo capek gak nyari 70? tujuh puluh. hahaha, bangke aja itu mah. tapi Alhamdulillah gue udah kelar ngerjainnya. terus pulang niatan gue sama dinda loni mau intensif aja nih biar pinteran dikit. tapi pas udah niatan intensif malah gurunya gak ada. yaudah akhirnya kita ke kelas ekonomi, tadinya cuma gue, loni, boni sama cute aja. terus ada anak kelas lain gitu lagi ngapain ya, ya nyari lembar jawaban. terus coan masuk. yaudah dari jam setengah 4 kurang sampe jam setengah 5 lebih kita cerita-cerita aja. mulai dari motivasi nya si coan sampe curhat mantan-mantan kita hahaha. tapi, gak tau gue jam setengah 5 kan pulang soalnya gue ef, katanya sih mereka ngelanjutin lagi ceritanya ampe jam 5. seru ya? haha. banget, apalagi motivasi dari coan buat kita sadar gitu kalo ya gimanaya sadar lah intinya. terus gue ef. Emma look so pretty, dia gak marah-marah. tapi dia curhat juga tentang 'my boy friend will come on Saturday. he's on Malaysia and he's a little bit chinesse.' malah doi curhaat. yaudah sih.&lt;br /&gt;terus gue pulang. tumben jalanan gak macet, gue nyampe rumah jam 6.15. padahal biasanya jam setengaj 7 lebih. terus udah kan, sampe rumah gue diajarin sama kakak gue tentang adjective clause, cara gampangnya. nih sekalian gue ngereview ingetan gue, sekalian gue ajarin (sok):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whom         : subject ketemu subject&lt;br /&gt;whose         : kepemilikan&lt;br /&gt;who            : subject ketemu predikat/object.&lt;br /&gt;which          : kata benda dong yaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sumpah ya, yang diajarin kakak gue gampang abis. ya semoga gue bisa deh ngerjain soal besok. yaudah, gue lagi asik nonton melati untuk marvel oke? byebye hihi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-8972754518299081775?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/8972754518299081775/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8972754518299081775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8972754518299081775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday.html' title='thursday.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-8863726308804296307</id><published>2009-05-27T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:22:10.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Yong Dae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/Sh1Lu79pCSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/87_RlLkK4P8/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/Sh1Lu79pCSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/87_RlLkK4P8/s400/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340508002873575714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lee Yong Dae. He's 21 years old, a badminton player from South Korea. hihi, I like him very much because I think he's cute. isn't right? hm, actually, it's depending on taste. hihi :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-8863726308804296307?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/8863726308804296307/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/lee-yong-dae.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8863726308804296307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8863726308804296307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/lee-yong-dae.html' title='Lee Yong Dae!'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/Sh1Lu79pCSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/87_RlLkK4P8/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-8665314307798150403</id><published>2009-05-27T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:55:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hari ini gue sekolah aja kayak biasa, tapi gue gak olahraga. kaki sakit nih (alesan). males juga gitu kan loncat-loncat maen bulu tangkis. sebenernya asik gitu biar samaan kayak Lee Yong Dae............................. yang gak tau tunjuk tangan deh. cari sendiri ya di google. he's a badminton player from korea. korea selatan! wuhuuuuw! umurnya sekakak gue, 21 tahun gitu 1988 juga kok hihihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jujur ya sebenernya hari ini malesin banget gimana gitu bt gila aaaaaaaah, tapi seru juga.. pertama malesinnya gara-gara dicubit hasby. ampe biru merah jendol jelek banget. terus ditambah pula nggak ada pemandangan khusus dari tetua. haha, terus ada lah gue ngefans sama seseorang yang tadi pas gue lagi ngobrol sama dia trs  tiba-tiba dia pindah tempat duduknya dari disebelah gue jadi dibelakang gue. oke fine, gpp kok.&lt;br /&gt;seru sih seru, tadi pas gak olah raga kan bt gitu untung shela bawa handphone tv gitu. terus abis jajan diilantai dua, gue kekelas matematik. terus tiba tiba ada kangen band. oh my god please abis kenapaaaaaaa gitu banget ya. lemes gimana gitu ga lemes sih tapi langsung bt seketika gitu hihi. terus gue bilang ke dina....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dita       : din, aku bt abis ngeliat mukanya si andika kangen band, sumprit aelah ngapain sih ada dia di dahsyat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dina      : hahaha, iya tuh ta jelekan yang main gitar tapi ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dita       : tau gak sih, rambutnya andika lepek gila pengen aku keramasin. aku rela ngeramasin dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dina      : HAHAHAHAHAHA anjrit ta aku ngakak nih, kamu rela ngeramasin dia dita plissssss hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu doang sih yang bikin ketawa, palingan sama limbad yang minta di catok rambunya terus apa ya? gak tau lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apalagi ya yang bikin bt? gak bt juga. seneng diperatiin tapi, kayaknya gak ada maksud gitu. ngerti gak? kalo nggak ngerti, gak usah dibuat ngerti. pokoknya yang paling kesel ya pas pelajaran geografi lah. kejadian yang narik mundur kursi. sial.&lt;br /&gt;malem nih gue chatting sama kakaknya temen gue. kasian, gak tega. gue ga mungkin cerita detailnya, but you doesn't have to know too sih................. hihi. sekarang nih lagi agak sedikit berbunga-bunga juga tapi ingat, gak boleh kayak seneng dulu. inget dulu pernah disakitin sama dia sampe akhirnya dia kena karma. i don't love him but i'll never let him go gitu deh sekarang.................. hihi,&lt;br /&gt;yaudah lanjut besok ya gue lagi nonton melati untuk marvel. seru nih mr. Jay (Marvelnya sendiri) hampir ketauan sama si bagus aaah apaan sih bagus sama kesya kawin aja lah yang jahat kawin sama yang jahat, yang baik menang! hahaha. oiya katanya nanti malem ada barca vs mu! haha sok semangat ya padahal gue ga gitu suka bola. dukung siapa ya? MU aja deh soalnya si christiano ronaldonya ganteng haha gila alamak ah bt ah tau ah (ngambek).&lt;br /&gt;yaudah, si marvel udah mulai. byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-8665314307798150403?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/8665314307798150403/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8665314307798150403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/8665314307798150403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday.html' title='wednesday.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-1147018411028437630</id><published>2009-05-26T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:34:05.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday report.</title><content type='html'>Halo! Hari ini gue sekolah biasa terus gue ef gitu. Nothing special deh hari ini, palingan jadi kayak kesel gitu. Tadi sehari ada dua ulangan. Komputer dan Bahasa Indonesia, alhamdulillah gue bisa. Terus gak ada yang special lagi sampe akhirnya gue solat. Gue solat tadi bareng yumi sama cute (cut esti). Terus gue ngeliat seseorang yang udah cukup lama ga gue liat disekolahan. Cimol (nama samaran) haha. Gue ga sms dia, ngapain amat. Males, soalnya kan udah ada yayangnya gitu. Terus sampe akhirnya didepan kelas biologi, gue ketemu dia. Jelas banget tatap-tatapan gitu. Yaudah kan, gak ada sapaan sedikitpun. Yodah akhirnya gue masuk kelas dan belajar biologi. Tiba-tiba hp gue geter-geter. Tulisannya one misscalled sama new one message. Yaudah gue baca.&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata itu dari cimol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cimol   : dit, disekolahan?&lt;br /&gt;Gue     : iya, gue liat lo kok, ngapain ke sekolahan?&lt;br /&gt;Cimol.  : nggak kesekolahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue bingung kan yang gue liat apaan dong. Telak banget dia tadi tos2an ama anak kelas gue juga. Yaudah kan gue bls,&lt;br /&gt;"Tadi gue liat lo kok, seriusan." Dan gue kaget ternyata dia jawab gini,&lt;br /&gt;"Salah orang, salah liat." Waaaaa tadi setan lewat apa ya mukenye sama plekkkk.  Yaudah gue males ngebahas dia. &lt;br /&gt;Oiya, ini blog pertama gue nyobain (sok-sokan) pake hp gitu hahaha. Gue lg dijalan mau ke ef. Kagok. Kalo jam segini gue ke banka mepet kalo ke ef juga kepagian. Dengan niat baik gue akhirnya nunggu di ef ditemenin sama double cheese burger (paket) ahahaha asik bukan? Yaudah nanti malem lanjut ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-1147018411028437630?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/1147018411028437630/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1147018411028437630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/1147018411028437630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-report.html' title='tuesday report.'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953792479475479423.post-6893943701280150609</id><published>2009-05-25T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:40:59.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hello! it's my first blog hihi, sebelumnya gue pernah punya blog beginian. tapi, itu juga buat ujian praktek pas gue kelas sembilan gitu. oke, sekarang gue janji deh bakalan nulis blog gitu hihi.&lt;br /&gt;hm, mulai dari mana ya bingung hidup gue kayanya udah complicated gitu gak deng, yodah mulai dari ni hari ya.&lt;br /&gt;gue tadi mulai kelas pertama dikelas biologi, ngawalin pagi-pagi makan bubur terus belajar biologi lo mesti tau kelas biologi bau bangke tikus geli abis, trs yaudah kan kata bu iim disuruh pindah ke kelas fisika. sukur-sukur ga ada kelas disana, trs yaudah gue blajar  jujur gue ga ngerti apa-apa biologi ya Allah help abis deh ya haha, trs gue moving ke kelas Alquran ya gitu ditegur mulu ampe bocen dengelnya hihi. trs oiya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ulangan kimia&lt;/span&gt;. gue sih ngakunya udah belajar tapi nyatanya belajar ngga belajar gitu tp yaudah sih darai 87 soal gue yakin 2. jadi ngerti kan maksud gue? gue ngasal 85 nomer. tapi muka gue sok-sokan yakin gitu biar bu iim rochimah tercayang tidak curiga gitu mana tempat duduk dipindahin paling belakan ya Masya Allah deh ya amplop help.&lt;br /&gt;hari hari gue udah mulai sepi gitu, ya sekolahan juga udah sepi gitu jadi makin sepi merana gila gimana gitu. untung kelas gue masih rame, tapi ya gitu seminggu ini isinya ulangan terus. gak wajar ya? ahaha gue minggu depan semesteran oke banget mulai hari rebo. tapi it's okay lah i'll try do my best.&lt;br /&gt;trs tadi gue jazz balet gitu kan gue kira tarian buat pentas masih panjang gitu ya gatau nya cuih (sok) udah kelar men. cuma 4x pertemuan gitu. lo tau gue jadi apa? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penari dipesta. &lt;/span&gt;ya istilahnya kayak batavia dancer gitu laaah. teyus teyus ada goyang bahuhya gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;yodah deh ah besok gue lanjutin ya, gue lagi konsen nonton melati untuk marvel. hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5953792479475479423-6893943701280150609?l=ditttttttttt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/feeds/6893943701280150609/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/6893943701280150609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953792479475479423/posts/default/6893943701280150609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttttttttt.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>dita pradita daily story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822103433211047186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubofNr7G9rA/SiebR21GY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/K3_xZ-L7Gfs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
