<?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-4080510633711113204</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:45:20.649-08:00</updated><category term='Fuck'/><category term='rubik&apos;s cube.'/><category term='Suri Cruise'/><category term='Damn.'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='My Brothers'/><category term='Sofball'/><category term='Event'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='The Twilight Saga'/><category term='Fucker'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Actor'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Words of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't like writing, I just like expressing feelings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-7337176723828753046</id><published>2009-11-10T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:40:50.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suri Cruise'/><title type='text'>SURI CRUISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suri Cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name I love.&lt;br /&gt;She is a daughter of Tom Cruise and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleEAE_WoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lvBy2PPRqLM/s1600-h/SuriCruiseRedress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleEAE_WoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lvBy2PPRqLM/s320/SuriCruiseRedress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I heard the gossip. And it may the fact.&lt;br /&gt;and the rumors are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been learning 3 languages. 3 LANGUAGES.&lt;br /&gt;She is just 6. And I'm 14.&lt;br /&gt;All I can speak until now are just English and Bahasa. And just look at my English. It's terrible, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suri has been practicing ballet, and she is in her way to course in a Flight Plane place.&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Katie is trying to get Suri really smart and impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resource said that people might be not sure that Suri can speaks English well, because Suri is learning 3 Languages which are French, German, and I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that Suri's brain will explode no much longer. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, I really like her.&lt;br /&gt;I really adore her. so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just like an angel with no wings. I'm sure she will be the best kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That in the future, She will be driving her own jet, She will be speaking in 3 languages, she will be the best ballet dancer, and she will be the most beautiful and smart kid all over the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I really like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks really happy and enjoy herself.&lt;br /&gt;Even if she is learning 3 languages, ballet dance, and even if she is learning how to fly a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;Suri, be a strong little girl! I always support you in every ways I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/Svld_I6-g2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/d-s6H5j8ecs/s1600-h/1000025990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/Svld_I6-g2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/d-s6H5j8ecs/s320/1000025990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleASvkZwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PXmNvDzyRsI/s1600-h/cute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleASvkZwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PXmNvDzyRsI/s320/cute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleC85bgKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B004c8Q-Ylo/s1600-h/suri-cruise-b.0.0.0x0.290x412.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleC85bgKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B004c8Q-Ylo/s320/suri-cruise-b.0.0.0x0.290x412.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleKg7ZGLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NSjWsB2a69w/s1600-h/suri-cruise-waving-smiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleKg7ZGLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NSjWsB2a69w/s320/suri-cruise-waving-smiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-7337176723828753046?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/7337176723828753046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/7337176723828753046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/11/suri-cruise.html' title='SURI CRUISE'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvleEAE_WoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lvBy2PPRqLM/s72-c/SuriCruiseRedress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-4775924070902028510</id><published>2009-11-03T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:06:15.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubik&apos;s cube.'/><title type='text'>RUBIK'S CUBE FEVER</title><content type='html'>SO!&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is a fever around my school.&lt;br /&gt;it's called as Rubik's cube fever.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it is a toy, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had known this toy since I was like...... 5 years old or maybe younger.&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't even know how to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;or how to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's becoming a trending toy in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvA7YphTLSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ugr8cNgKY0M/s1600-h/rubik_s_cube.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvA7YphTLSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ugr8cNgKY0M/s200/rubik_s_cube.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, I'm solving it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just understood it today. and my Rubik's cube, just a little bit more touch, it'll be solved soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was solving it in my car, and I got a really bad headache. really wanted to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't know for sure, I wanted to throw up because of the rubik's cube, because the bad driver, or it was just my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm already dying by this 3X3 rubik's cube, and I don't know with the others. like 4X4, or 6X6, or maybe 3D and I don't know much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;JUST because of that &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;creepy&lt;/b&gt; cube, I was so confused and felt like wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and when I watched the tutorial in YouTube they were really fast and it was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"&gt;"WHAT THE HECK?!!! YOU'RE TOO FAST, BUDDY! I CAN'T FOLLOW YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And thank God I'm alive till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you guys who hasn't solved your rubik's yet, &lt;b style="color: #073763;"&gt;GOOD LUCK! WORK HARD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-4775924070902028510?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/4775924070902028510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/4775924070902028510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/11/rubiks-cube-fever.html' title='RUBIK&apos;S CUBE FEVER'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SvA7YphTLSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ugr8cNgKY0M/s72-c/rubik_s_cube.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-407882117297214033</id><published>2009-10-31T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T05:06:36.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn.'/><title type='text'>SOFTBALL MATCH</title><content type='html'>Before I tell you about my Softball Match, I'll tell you that &lt;b&gt;blog is really awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's not a diary.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like writing a diary. &lt;i&gt;'Girls'&lt;/i&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;You know, someone who writes a Diary means a selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not intimidating you, I just want to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because trust me, guys. Writing a &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Journal&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;b&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/b&gt; better than writing a &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Diary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, I used to write a Diary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just done 2 pages and got bored of all of those Diary things.&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes, when you don't have anything to write, it's just like 'hmm.......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;One more idiot girl = accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you write a Diary, it means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Dear, Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;I hate him so much! :'( He went away and haven't come back now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Oh... I just want to tell you, baby. I loveee you so muchhhh. And I misssss youuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;And then.... (blablabla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;YIKE&lt;/span&gt;. yeah, that's terrible, I think.&lt;br /&gt;And then if you write a journal, It will be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;"Hi, people. I shaved my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Bad, huh? Oh! I had a test yesterday. And the bags were all being stolen by the teacher. I couldn't do anything. The teacher checked up our bags, and the teacher found a pack of cigs in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;So I was kicked out from school and started to play my guitar. and then 2 years later I had become the most famous guitarist all over the world.... (blablabla)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, try to write Journal. And try to get out of the Diary things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll be okay, and you'll be my 'real' friend. Not such a &lt;i&gt;moron&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, I had a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SuwmzqKczbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RWm73HIYTGk/s1600-h/IMG_0423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SuwmzqKczbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RWm73HIYTGk/s320/IMG_0423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match was going well. But I had a litte bit broken-leg. I know there isn't "a little bit broken-leg". But that was what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;After I hit the ball, I ran as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I sprinted but there was something wrong with my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;I was safe, but I just felt the damage. more than you're imagining right now.&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't continue the game as a catcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/Suwm7GJ4ZbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Dwv1sMnCSI/s1600-h/IMG_0413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/Suwm7GJ4ZbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Dwv1sMnCSI/s320/IMG_0413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was born, I always wanted to be a catcher. But now... I think I would never become a catcher again. It's like a trauma. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HA! HYPER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have trauma or something crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a catcher till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SuwnODEMwXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4KUSNbTwbHo/s1600-h/IMG_0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SuwnODEMwXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4KUSNbTwbHo/s320/IMG_0397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND, I used to be a pitcher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;everything went wrong&lt;/b&gt; when I was the pitcher, So Angie took my position up.&lt;br /&gt;And She did it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SuwnDmVmAHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/r6U8F85wGm0/s1600-h/IMG_0457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SuwnDmVmAHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/r6U8F85wGm0/s320/IMG_0457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-407882117297214033?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/407882117297214033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/407882117297214033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/softball-match.html' title='SOFTBALL MATCH'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SuwmzqKczbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RWm73HIYTGk/s72-c/IMG_0423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-6872844466405988061</id><published>2009-10-30T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:34:15.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>MOTHER FUCKER</title><content type='html'>Hey, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you about my Mom. not mom. ok. I'll just call her &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;'Monster'&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MONSTER&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;She is always angry to me. She is always rude. She is always be HER.&lt;br /&gt;And last, She will never be my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate songs about Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Mother? that word seems doesn't exist in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mother is my hell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mother is my pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mother is my sorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mother is my anger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mother is a stranger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Alma Kartson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even believe she born me. I don't even believe I have a mother like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even believe God gives me this fate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you'll pretend to be alone forever. or not to be born.&lt;br /&gt;than you're having a mother like you're feeding a monster.&lt;br /&gt;predator.&lt;br /&gt;you won't believe me I hate her so much.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her more than you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't believe that this is my fate. My fate to be with a monster. A mother fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hers. I'm my God's.&lt;br /&gt;Who demands you to have a daughter like me?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be your daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you wish&amp;nbsp; you had a time machine. A time machine to stop the time. Just to be alone, for seconds, or minutes, better if days.&lt;br /&gt;Just to think that I have to prove this life. This is the life My God had given me. The life My God had trusted me to have.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe God trusted me. Trusted me that I could stand on this fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I might have a better mother. But I &lt;b&gt;HAD&lt;/b&gt; to live this life. With all the energy I have. I'll show my God, that I can live this world.&lt;br /&gt;That's why until now, I still give a fake smile to my mother, that's why I still give a fake love to my mother. Because I know. &lt;b&gt;I'm not belong to her. I'm belong to my God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-6872844466405988061?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/6872844466405988061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/6872844466405988061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-fucker.html' title='MOTHER FUCKER'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-6306389692782860732</id><published>2009-10-27T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:25:18.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Brothers'/><title type='text'>ASTA</title><content type='html'>SO!&lt;br /&gt;You've seen the title. Asta.&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Astono Andoko&lt;/b&gt;. But he always be called Asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm a fan of him. ha. I know you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays Guitar. And maybe I'll call him 'brother' either. because you know, I have already 3 brothers which are Robert, Afgan, and Justin. Maybe this is the last one. He is 23 years old. just the same with Robert. I don't know. he -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see him? it's him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SubWc0VuufI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PWwIGsljlKg/s1600-h/9631_1221874032362_1394302923_30653790_5254693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SubWc0VuufI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PWwIGsljlKg/s320/9631_1221874032362_1394302923_30653790_5254693_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SubWk21mRUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CjVx7Xk1YoU/s1600-h/n1032625243_353330_2856845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SubWk21mRUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CjVx7Xk1YoU/s320/n1032625243_353330_2856845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SubWpRVC3xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GkQ1jSOaBpQ/s1600-h/5770_1146925386265_1021442185_30404156_8142919_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SubWpRVC3xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GkQ1jSOaBpQ/s320/5770_1146925386265_1021442185_30404156_8142919_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his favorite quote is &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Wisdom begins in wonder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice quote, right?&lt;br /&gt;It'll be my next inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Please say hello to my new brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you followed my twitter? No, huh? too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sickage"&gt;follow me now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Good Evening, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-6306389692782860732?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/6306389692782860732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/6306389692782860732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/asta.html' title='ASTA'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SubWc0VuufI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PWwIGsljlKg/s72-c/9631_1221874032362_1394302923_30653790_5254693_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-315885473350619877</id><published>2009-10-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:18:53.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>My 'lovely' scores of Mid Tests</title><content type='html'>Well. My midtests.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing it well, I think.&lt;br /&gt;It's all like 'This easy, huh?'&lt;br /&gt;And now it's like 'What the fuck?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing it all well.&lt;br /&gt;until the teachers came up into the class and shout aloud our scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I say the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Biology: Kill the test maker!!!&lt;br /&gt;Math: Kick the test maker.&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian: Intimidate the test maker.&lt;br /&gt;English: Shake hands with the test maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for today. Because another teachers haven't come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And After those bad scores, I'm gonna &lt;strike&gt;play my psp&lt;/strike&gt; study hard. from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-315885473350619877?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/315885473350619877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/315885473350619877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lovely-scores-of-mid-tests.html' title='My &apos;lovely&apos; scores of Mid Tests'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-8803453336648466498</id><published>2009-10-19T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:37:24.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>2 Great Days with 2 Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Just like a couple posts before this, I came to Tarphrodite event which is so... so.... unwritable.&lt;br /&gt;The event went well until the rain went down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIXylmDGI/AAAAAAAAADU/iGiBi_e4z84/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIXylmDGI/AAAAAAAAADU/iGiBi_e4z84/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394266027236658274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIXeIFmjI/AAAAAAAAADM/DScRtFuOoNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIXeIFmjI/AAAAAAAAADM/DScRtFuOoNQ/s320/IMG_0254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394266021744187954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun story came up from the rain. We were really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt; and I mean, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;. Look at our hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxMsjY2ccI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7W50qYilLPE/s1600-h/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxMsjY2ccI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7W50qYilLPE/s320/IMG_0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394270781980438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, look at our shoes and sandals here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxMtIbSj-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JCUODd8Y5B4/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxMtIbSj-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JCUODd8Y5B4/s320/IMG_0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394270791922782178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt; clothes and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt; hair, we went to a Mall nearby to buy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we were gonna walk around the city in those terrible-wet clothes? No way.&lt;br /&gt;And we got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxMsB4mIEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/m8uHEbnWMDw/s1600-h/IMG_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxMsB4mIEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/m8uHEbnWMDw/s320/IMG_0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394270772986781762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIYuJQZBI/AAAAAAAAADc/MceLEFjV7QY/s1600-h/IMG_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIYuJQZBI/AAAAAAAAADc/MceLEFjV7QY/s320/IMG_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394266043223925778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were arrived at my home at 11:00pm or more. We ate Fried Rice and slept well.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we shot pictures again. and now with a monkey. I know, I was the monkey. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxOZ66aZFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fc0YYWK_Qao/s1600-h/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxOZ66aZFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fc0YYWK_Qao/s320/IMG_0364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394272660900963410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIaY6UIOI/AAAAAAAAADs/yRcfzyYmovA/s1600-h/IMG_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIaY6UIOI/AAAAAAAAADs/yRcfzyYmovA/s320/IMG_0339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394266071883849954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left: Mifta, Gena, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, buddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-8803453336648466498?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/8803453336648466498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/8803453336648466498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-great-days-with-2-best-friends.html' title='2 Great Days with 2 Best Friends'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxIXylmDGI/AAAAAAAAADU/iGiBi_e4z84/s72-c/IMG_0256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-2491181973723946322</id><published>2009-10-19T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:52:34.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Strange Thing from A Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxD3rZ0kjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JSZKjnQM99U/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxD3rZ0kjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JSZKjnQM99U/s400/math.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394261077505905202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was a Math Lessons  today.&lt;br /&gt;it was all about circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I finished them all first. ha! I know, right. :D&lt;br /&gt;I was getting bored, and then on the other paper, I drew this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen this strange thing?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I know this this...&lt;br /&gt;I think they're things we wear everyday, everywhere, and everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm horny or anything about that. because I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circles can be anything so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-2491181973723946322?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/2491181973723946322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/2491181973723946322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/strange-thing-from-circle.html' title='Strange Thing from A Circle'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StxD3rZ0kjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JSZKjnQM99U/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-6024951930358517449</id><published>2009-10-15T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:30:44.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>Tarphrodite Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Short story about this. This idea just came up from mind to promo this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There will be RAN! their songs are good.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe the others are good either but I haven't heard 'em. Let's just listen to them there, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, and I've told someone in SMA Tarakanita 1 to promo this on my blog. Actually, They have to say Thank You to me but it's okay. I'll just judge her to give me $5 for this haha just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyone wants to come to this event? just text me or something because I wanna watch this either. My mom should let me come because I'll just have done the mid tests thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StciV44oSqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-YVHMhTVYT0/s1600-h/9624_147812305761_772780761_2541042_5711390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StciV44oSqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-YVHMhTVYT0/s400/9624_147812305761_772780761_2541042_5711390_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392816838241962658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, See you there soon. I hope. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-6024951930358517449?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/6024951930358517449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/6024951930358517449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/tarphrodite-event.html' title='Tarphrodite Event'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StciV44oSqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-YVHMhTVYT0/s72-c/9624_147812305761_772780761_2541042_5711390_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-3757910375375146679</id><published>2009-10-14T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:05:27.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Brothers'/><title type='text'>My Dreaming Day (Family)</title><content type='html'>So, people.&lt;br /&gt;How're you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you miss me. lol. I miss you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point, I want to share all of my confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have 3 brothers, humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My First Brother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StXyS_ZmJwI/AAAAAAAAABw/pDGZtY7vuCg/s1600-h/000p6zh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StXyS_ZmJwI/AAAAAAAAABw/pDGZtY7vuCg/s200/000p6zh1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392482536916395778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Robert. He is now 23 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, He is much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;He is messy!&lt;br /&gt;He always be my friend at playing guitar and playing drama lol.&lt;br /&gt;But now He plays roles as Edward Cullen. He was cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before he went to act, He is my best brother ever. He sometimes calls me when he was in free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to my second brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My Second Brother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StXy8vq709I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PVDQJvByClU/s1600-h/afghan-foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StXy8vq709I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PVDQJvByClU/s200/afghan-foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392483254248657874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Afgan. He is the son of my Mom's second husband.&lt;br /&gt;He is now 20 years old. 3 years different with Rob. Because after my Mom divorced Rob's Dad, She married Afgan's Dad.&lt;br /&gt;He is a singer in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like international.&lt;br /&gt;Although He is gonna study in Australia next year. so silly.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is really soft.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the moment when he shouted my name, I thought my bestfriend was coming to my home. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Let's go to my last Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Third Brother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX0FncdxCI/AAAAAAAAACA/xll6KArwh78/s1600-h/Justin%2BBieber%2BJustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX0FncdxCI/AAAAAAAAACA/xll6KArwh78/s200/Justin%2BBieber%2BJustin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392484506170934306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, His name is Justin. All of my friends at school now follow me everywhere I go because I have Justin as my brother.&lt;br /&gt;He is one year older than me. He is 15 years old. and I'm 14.&lt;br /&gt;He is now a singer, too. He followed Afgan's steps.&lt;br /&gt;But He went international,  not like Afgan.&lt;br /&gt;Once, He came to my school to pick me up to go to a family gathering. the day after that day, all the famous or unfamous girls came to me to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;they just wanted my brother. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no privacy at all. All of my brothers are famous people. Rob, Afgan, Justin, even one name I didn't write. ssshhh... there is one last brother. But he told me that I shoud never write his name or I'll get a kick from him. ew. so, later, okay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm..... Humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you now the whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those are all not the truth! HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liar for this blog. I apologize hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But sorry, I'm not gonna stop my daydreaming LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's brighten your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-3757910375375146679?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/3757910375375146679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/3757910375375146679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dreaming-day-family.html' title='My Dreaming Day (Family)'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StXyS_ZmJwI/AAAAAAAAABw/pDGZtY7vuCg/s72-c/000p6zh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-1128978554326878256</id><published>2009-06-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:03:47.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actor'/><title type='text'>Robert Pattinson and Chace Crawford</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I drew this picture when I was bored (again). I think I love drawing then hehe. You can comment on this picture. They are actors and I'm trying to draw the other celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the ugly pictures, I hope you ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ROBERT PATTINSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjpI9LxxycI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sa9j7mtGthI/s1600-h/robert+patt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjpI9LxxycI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sa9j7mtGthI/s400/robert+patt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348667723426679234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHACE CRAWFORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjpIS1PJJII/AAAAAAAAABI/XPvFZ2Jpta4/s1600-h/scand+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjpIS1PJJII/AAAAAAAAABI/XPvFZ2Jpta4/s400/scand+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348666995821323394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE YOU ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-1128978554326878256?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/1128978554326878256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/1128978554326878256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/06/robert-pattinson-and-chace-crawford.html' title='Robert Pattinson and Chace Crawford'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjpI9LxxycI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sa9j7mtGthI/s72-c/robert+patt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080510633711113204.post-7770661165997596579</id><published>2009-06-15T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:59:57.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>New Moon's Cartoon Picture by Me</title><content type='html'>One day I had nothing to do, so I grabbed a paper and started to make a face. and I realized the book that I've read before. and then in 15 minutes, I had drawn this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so suck because it is made by me, but I wanna share it. this is the picture of my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjY3RTL4RBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZppTbzKmbmU/s1600-h/alma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjY3RTL4RBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZppTbzKmbmU/s320/alma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347522377896444946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*to the right: Edward Cullen, Isabella Swan, Jacob Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080510633711113204-7770661165997596579?l=almakartson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/7770661165997596579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080510633711113204/posts/default/7770661165997596579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almakartson.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moons-cartoon-picture-by-me.html' title='New Moon&apos;s Cartoon Picture by Me'/><author><name>Words of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383947218298443345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/StX3TxP8HmI/AAAAAAAAACI/3hI_39y-fQ8/S220/6250_1034946769589_1703059648_73516_7648543_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-yVNaU8dxY/SjY3RTL4RBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZppTbzKmbmU/s72-c/alma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
