<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285</id><updated>2009-11-16T16:15:04.084+07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanilla ice cream in root beer floats</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>333</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-8875442335535408468</id><published>2009-11-15T20:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:05:35.627+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayuti&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>With a cup of ice cream and a pan of cheesy bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... we have a happy sunday evening together, &lt;a href="http://icalkarim.wordpress.com/"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20ice%20cream/BabyUgs/Food/Sweets/HappyIceCream.gif?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w354/BabyUgs/Food/Sweets/HappyIceCream.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! :D&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/7610152663619785285-8875442335535408468?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8875442335535408468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=8875442335535408468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8875442335535408468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8875442335535408468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-cup-of-ice-cream-and-pan-of-cheesy.html' title='With a cup of ice cream and a pan of cheesy bites'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-7330388469573959348</id><published>2009-11-14T09:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:35:48.838+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Morning Dew Drops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though it has been a couple of year ago, the memories of internship  experience somehow still remains. oh how I really miss the activity of wake up very early in the dawn and feel the morning dew while taking a long walk to the beach and back again to the boarding house to get ready for the office, and that we always skip the breakfast just for the sake of money, budget concerns. hehehe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miskin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv9qaoS4s3I/AAAAAAAABg0/6v9S9NpGHiA/s1600-h/opa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv9qaoS4s3I/AAAAAAAABg0/6v9S9NpGHiA/s400/opa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404155083593659250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv9ptYXNndI/AAAAAAAABgs/ys1s3bR-mDI/s1600-h/0_632186043l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv9ptYXNndI/AAAAAAAABgs/ys1s3bR-mDI/s400/0_632186043l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404154306222726610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv9vA6h5rWI/AAAAAAAABhE/FqPFJuZSci0/s1600-h/CIMG6341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv9vA6h5rWI/AAAAAAAABhE/FqPFJuZSci0/s400/CIMG6341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404160139370016098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recalling memories like this could always successfully bring a sensation full of pulses to the heart. hee :D How I miss beaches and our stupidity so..&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/7610152663619785285-7330388469573959348?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/7330388469573959348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=7330388469573959348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/7330388469573959348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/7330388469573959348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-dew-drops.html' title='Morning Dew Drops'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv9qaoS4s3I/AAAAAAAABg0/6v9S9NpGHiA/s72-c/opa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-7755239300329926842</id><published>2009-11-13T08:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:12:51.868+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Make the Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a research consultant, my job description is doing daily liaison and networking with leaders of companies providing architectural and engineering design services for building and construction projects by making proactive outbound calls and visits to source and gather reliable and useful information on the construction industry. Well then a telephone is a main tool, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're all are striven for giving the best performance, I think that it is normal for us to have proper facilities at last to do so. Hence, don't blame me for the anger (of mine) to irrepressibly burst out after my complaints about the worn-out desk telephone were not responded, for.. owhh weeks?!! How would they expect me to work appropriately if my so called main facility is not working properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe it's actually a little thing which is not supposed to be blown up exaggeratedly, but yesterday was such a really bad timing when my period which came along with negative mental state and all the bad lucks happened finally constructed that very bad&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;‎ behavior all day.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv4HrRfX_NI/AAAAAAAABgU/jdCzDvg3MUo/s1600-h/13112009.jpg.scaled.10001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv4HrRfX_NI/AAAAAAAABgU/jdCzDvg3MUo/s400/13112009.jpg.scaled.10001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403765042901941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and, today.. it's finally there, a &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;substitute for the former unusable one. Wow, this one is not new, but look it has so many buttons that makes me soo happy and extremely overwhelmed. hahahah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lebay ah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank you colleagues, and I'm sorry for being so ruuuuude the other day :D&lt;br /&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/7610152663619785285-7755239300329926842?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/7755239300329926842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=7755239300329926842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/7755239300329926842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/7755239300329926842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-call.html' title='Make the Call'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sv4HrRfX_NI/AAAAAAAABgU/jdCzDvg3MUo/s72-c/13112009.jpg.scaled.10001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-6855804577206011902</id><published>2009-11-11T07:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:16:31.573+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>A verse</title><content type='html'>For my little brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is possible that you dislike a thing which is good for you and that you love a thing which is bad for you. God knows but you do not know."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Al-Baqaraa : 216&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who are wondering why we can't get things that we really wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-6855804577206011902?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/6855804577206011902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=6855804577206011902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/6855804577206011902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/6855804577206011902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/verse.html' title='A verse'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-3490630957893095682</id><published>2009-11-08T22:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:57:01.081+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayuti&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Distruss and Mistruss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My brothers and I was born in a family whose doctor as the mother (actually a general practitioner she is now)  and a public officer appointed to do the decision in a law court (hmm could I just say, a --judge) as the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forgot, since I wrote this blog, I found out that somehow I love to talk about my past; my childhood, my family and some ridiculously so damn simple things happened to us :D. Hence now, I just want to write any of it, again. Disclaimer: I got a very intense flu, and I don't think my voice is good enough to do my daily liaison calls, the research partners won't be convenient though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Indonesian people have just seen a satirical drama that publicly propagated on media about corruption scandal complete with its all  bribery allegations and conspiracies in these busy days. I don't really give a damn, actually. But since it's discussed almost everywhereeeee I just can't close my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never got myself interested in these  hard-to-get law and political things, but all the informations spread in our house through lively discussions my brothers and mother did in almost everyday, were just couldn't be avoided. From all of it, here I really want to thank God that I am not in a single way to realize my one of future profession's aspirations that I might think it's cool. When my father wanted me to be an engineer (like my grandfather did), my mother wanted me to be a doctor (just like she did) Before I know if there's something said architect, I though I'm better be a  police than a doctor. I hate doctors, as I saw them everyday since hospital (where my mother worked) and also court ( my father's office) were our playground every after school time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as had been said once by my old man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;to lead a happy and clean life, don't ever get any troubles with doctor, prosecutor, and police. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(no offense, but if you know what that means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't really know what is the point of this post. Consider me as a-cold-infected chatterbox so I blabs too much. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;ps: even the title didn't synchronize at all with the whole post.&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/7610152663619785285-3490630957893095682?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3490630957893095682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=3490630957893095682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/3490630957893095682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/3490630957893095682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/distruss-and-mistruss.html' title='Distruss and Mistruss'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-2610480177112739987</id><published>2009-11-07T17:44:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:04:56.902+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayuti&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>for a word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In every time I got myself trapped in a conversation about family members, I always feel proud when it comes my turn to speak about my late old man, that there was a time I so happened to have a very man which makes me be like any other normal kids and rightfully proud now for that.&lt;br /&gt;Even though this fact doesn't take place to the present anymore, it at last had formed me  to be a complete person in life who ever sense the precious time of unforgettable childhood full of great memories with the one who always love me and also the  suffer feeling from a super big loss for the thing that I thought God only gave me once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget;  a feeling of deep sorrow I hate but I always failed to smash away and in all the way keep myself fall into it, as it's the only way I feel reconnected to him, the way that makes me feel vigorous and strong when I am weak, hale and hearty when am I sick, safe and sound when I am uneasy, and shatters my stupid loneliness into debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it is only a word could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1XEo5xjMlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1XEo5xjMlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7610152663619785285-2610480177112739987?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2610480177112739987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=2610480177112739987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2610480177112739987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2610480177112739987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-word.html' title='for a word'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-2306194962424233531</id><published>2009-11-04T08:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:00:03.051+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><title type='text'>The Marinas, Docks &amp; Piers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which one are you, guys? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SvDVOf67gMI/AAAAAAAABgE/DwAkPHwhT-s/s1600-h/rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SvDVOf67gMI/AAAAAAAABgE/DwAkPHwhT-s/s400/rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400050398280777922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;marina &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a specially designed harbor with moorings for pleasure yachts and small boats;&lt;br /&gt;dock &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; an enclosed area of water in a port for the loading, unloading, and repair of ships;&lt;br /&gt;pier &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a structure leading out to sea and used as a landing stage for boats or as a place of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Happy Birthday, &lt;a href="http://www.sihanani.blogspot.com"&gt;Dai&lt;/a&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-2306194962424233531?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2306194962424233531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=2306194962424233531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2306194962424233531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2306194962424233531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/marinas-docks-piers.html' title='The Marinas, Docks &amp; Piers'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SvDVOf67gMI/AAAAAAAABgE/DwAkPHwhT-s/s72-c/rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-9040881201166459257</id><published>2009-11-03T10:26:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:28:29.760+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Rose of Versailles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read the newspaper this morning and found this very interesting &lt;a href="http://anax1a.pressmart.net/mediaindonesia/MI/MI/2009/11/03/ArticleHtmls/03_11_2009_020_001.shtml?Mode=0"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; (in my interest :p) Then wondering how could they compare Bruni with Antoinette. The ex-model first Lady Bruni is not Antoinette at all in my opinion. Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-0nDvFi6I/AAAAAAAABf0/T8CZYbNW2t0/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-0nDvFi6I/AAAAAAAABf0/T8CZYbNW2t0/s400/b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399733061351213986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Antoinette is an impressive and graceful French crown princess as far as I could remember from my childhood memory. Maybe I was too much pleased by the &lt;a href="http://manga.animea.net/rose-of-versailles-chapter-1.html"&gt;anime series&lt;/a&gt; I idolized at that time; a story with the focus on the life of Antoinette which was rife with affairs, rivals, loneliness, mistakes, and tragedy where much of it is told from the perspective of Lady Oscar, the heroine of mine! (Ignoring all the mistakes that Antoinette made from time to time :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-3J3xRtEI/AAAAAAAABf8/r-IfxGXoRT4/s1600-h/bara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-3J3xRtEI/AAAAAAAABf8/r-IfxGXoRT4/s400/bara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399735858457850946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joelswagman.blogspot.com/2008/09/rose-of-versailles.html"&gt;image source&lt;/a&gt; (modified)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh bad I am really craving for the series, hopefully I can get the DVDs soooooon! Hwaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-9040881201166459257?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/9040881201166459257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=9040881201166459257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/9040881201166459257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/9040881201166459257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/rose-of-versailles.html' title='Rose of Versailles'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-0nDvFi6I/AAAAAAAABf0/T8CZYbNW2t0/s72-c/b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-2257430347126241592</id><published>2009-11-02T20:53:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:27:28.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>The Liz's EPL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've known (and not so interested in reading) about this memoir book by Liz Gilbert even before the news spread about Julia Robets's coming to Bali doing the filming.. but the bustling publications on the shooting process somehow have stimulated my curiosity to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the book I am currently reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-Uphgg8jI/AAAAAAAABfs/coCSPYIz-WY/s1600-h/eat-pray-love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-Uphgg8jI/AAAAAAAABfs/coCSPYIz-WY/s400/eat-pray-love1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697919330808370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From several various random reviews I read from some people I am informed that among the gazillion people who love this, they were some who said that they not liked it because as a story whose premise a married woman who get divorced with her husband under emotionally commotion circumstances that mainly tells us about the one-year experiences paid by her publisher (where she worked) that she got along the journeys which had helped her to recover and find herself, it is.. just that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I haven't finished with it yet. Hopefully it will be good because I kind of thought I might love reading this. :)&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/7610152663619785285-2257430347126241592?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2257430347126241592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=2257430347126241592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2257430347126241592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2257430347126241592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='The Liz&apos;s EPL'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Su-Uphgg8jI/AAAAAAAABfs/coCSPYIz-WY/s72-c/eat-pray-love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-3876769038954900902</id><published>2009-10-30T16:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:17:32.804+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>My Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;- The mistake I ever made in my life that I regret the most is where when I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; to thing I actually I wanted to say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt; to. Ughh...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-3876769038954900902?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3876769038954900902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=3876769038954900902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/3876769038954900902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/3876769038954900902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-regret.html' title='My Regret'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-9023252849704452288</id><published>2009-10-29T22:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:35:00.415+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz'/><title type='text'>you're gonna lose that girl</title><content type='html'>one of my favorite songs from all of The Beatles'   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSPmb0a5vZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSPmb0a5vZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7610152663619785285-9023252849704452288?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/9023252849704452288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=9023252849704452288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/9023252849704452288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/9023252849704452288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-gonna-to-lose-that-girl_30.html' title='you&apos;re gonna lose that girl'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-8034309451234808859</id><published>2009-10-28T19:36:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:31:22.065+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><title type='text'>From the Launching of @10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I proudly introduce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuhCET_ilNI/AAAAAAAABfM/4ZnUN2aaxe4/s1600-h/P1360735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuhCET_ilNI/AAAAAAAABfM/4ZnUN2aaxe4/s400/P1360735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397636795257230546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The (complete} Azhari Family :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ibra, rahma, sarah, ayu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;with our most commercial newest motto, "WE ARE SUPERSTAR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eeeergh?? commercial enough yes? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;re-appear the existed old and ancient two friends who always acted fool; that then got captured in shoots as professionals doing GOSSIP (?!) oh no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuhEA_VfvbI/AAAAAAAABfU/aYdWsCm7VvI/s1600-h/P13607741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuhEA_VfvbI/AAAAAAAABfU/aYdWsCm7VvI/s400/P13607741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397638937195822514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hahahaha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;masih ajah dudul kita tasy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-8034309451234808859?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8034309451234808859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=8034309451234808859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8034309451234808859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8034309451234808859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-launching-of-10.html' title='From the Launching of @10'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuhCET_ilNI/AAAAAAAABfM/4ZnUN2aaxe4/s72-c/P1360735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-4481277160440403264</id><published>2009-10-27T07:14:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:38:09.516+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Lead Me All The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really missed the time when I was still in elementary school, where my brothers and I were driving bicycle going to school. The most of all, I really missed the one who taught me how to ride a bike.. daddy it was :) I still could clearly remember how hard he tried to catch me every time I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuZCmjCKdRI/AAAAAAAABfA/G-ZOgCE0kt4/s1600-h/SIERRA-DX.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuZCmjCKdRI/AAAAAAAABfA/G-ZOgCE0kt4/s400/SIERRA-DX.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397074433456895250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lerun.com.my/images/SIERRA-DX.gif"&gt;image source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, will I be able to accomplish this point in my &lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-belated-2009-resolutions.html"&gt;2009 resolutions&lt;/a&gt;? Do you think having a city bike is a good idea? when you live in a small town with a very bad and heavy traffic?&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/7610152663619785285-4481277160440403264?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4481277160440403264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=4481277160440403264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/4481277160440403264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/4481277160440403264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/10/lead-me-all-way.html' title='Lead Me All The Way'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuZCmjCKdRI/AAAAAAAABfA/G-ZOgCE0kt4/s72-c/SIERRA-DX.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-1993921791184389033</id><published>2009-10-26T22:19:00.018+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:24:14.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>The Old Cigars, We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My recent Sunday was filled with activities that Berlian and I always had when we were still unemployed (oh that time!) we went gyming, eating healthy food, and shopping! hehehe, so now you're a great moneymaker ya? hehe you know, working in the construction sector  like that is always be my dream thaaaaat seems not going to be true for now. Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant decorated with an old and ethnic theme (a newly opened one in the biggest mall in our town) I saw my name written at the box that they put near the cashier bar, oh wow.. I was surprised by the fact that it was a clove cigar's box. I often find my name written in the box of crackers (i mean: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaleng krupuk&lt;/span&gt; hehe) before, or even in a plank in front of shops, such as TB Mustika Jaya, PT Mustika Motor or even a street name in &lt;a href="http://wikimapia.org/12334486/Jln-Raya-Mustika-Sari-lt-lt-lt-lt-lt-Bantar-Gebang-gt-gt-gt-TOL-Timur-Delivery"&gt;Bantar Gebang&lt;/a&gt; :)  But this is my first time seeing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuWvSIYzuqI/AAAAAAAABdg/vxam4kLMJNA/s1600-h/25102009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuWvSIYzuqI/AAAAAAAABdg/vxam4kLMJNA/s400/25102009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396912454497450658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so sorry for the bad picture, hahaha. I took it discreetly using my lame camera phone while Berli was busy with the cashier girl&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please pay a visit to &lt;a href="http://ykrisnahadi.multiply.com/photos/photo/20/9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for better one.&lt;/span&gt; ISN'T IT COOL? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did not really remember when was the last time I still got in touch with this cigarette thingy, and I am pretty sure that it is (supposed to be) a looong time ago, when I was still young and depressed hahaha (means: college time?! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke and now I really felt like recall the moments. just Let's Remember All the Good Times as well as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Remember the Good All Times&lt;/span&gt; written there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXKtR4-JYI/AAAAAAAABeI/ygf50xRVJHU/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXKtR4-JYI/AAAAAAAABeI/ygf50xRVJHU/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396942607718688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2008/07/chilly-valley-instead-of-hottie-beach.html"&gt;a little getaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXJqdm5v-I/AAAAAAAABeA/QYbVmyEPKnc/s1600-h/DSC_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXJqdm5v-I/AAAAAAAABeA/QYbVmyEPKnc/s400/DSC_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396941459812892642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2008/07/lovely-breakfast-on-sunny-vacation.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovely Breakfast on a Sunny Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXM_nA41kI/AAAAAAAABeY/xaROxgStuME/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXM_nA41kI/AAAAAAAABeY/xaROxgStuME/s400/Image086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396945121649940034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2008/05/calling-all-angels.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mayang's Comeback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXS15X8aZI/AAAAAAAABe4/cE20LegQ3AY/s1600-h/IMG_5913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuXS15X8aZI/AAAAAAAABe4/cE20LegQ3AY/s400/IMG_5913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951551849556370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh such a VERY GOOD TIME !&lt;br /&gt;I smell food here and there.. hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa silaam&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-1993921791184389033?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/1993921791184389033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=1993921791184389033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/1993921791184389033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/1993921791184389033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-cigars-we-are.html' title='The Old Cigars, We Are'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SuWvSIYzuqI/AAAAAAAABdg/vxam4kLMJNA/s72-c/25102009%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-4632721818324227370</id><published>2009-10-17T03:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:22:45.517+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Completely a Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were normal and thankfully-not-so-depressingly times in the meantime since my last post :P busy yes, happy yes, aaand lively yes. :)  I was just doing my days commuting from house to the office and vise versa, helping my mother with the domestic works while our servant took her holiday, and the most interesting thing was supervising the refurbishment work of my mother's house, oh it really felt as if there is something alive is growing when I see the progress day by day. hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the job, I can't say with words about how fast time flies, you felt it yourself too, didn't you? and as I already recognized days before, exactly today in a year ago, is my first day. Can't really explain how boring I was at the time before I arrived here. I was so happy then (see point &lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html"&gt;oct&lt;/a&gt; from Kaleidoscope @ 2008 :p) and it somehow stands still. I mean it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, one of the picture we took at the office on October 2, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sthqry5lriI/AAAAAAAABdI/UScLy-qyMek/s1600-h/7229_1212325181592_1032630579_30635099_6143299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sthqry5lriI/AAAAAAAABdI/UScLy-qyMek/s400/7229_1212325181592_1032630579_30635099_6143299_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393177854406405666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a wedding day of a colleague with the Azhari's :P&lt;br /&gt;(superstar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yee kite&lt;/span&gt;! cheers, left to right: sarah, rahma, ayu) ahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SthuRfVaZrI/AAAAAAAABdY/x5Hu3Gk4m6Y/s1600-h/6094_113455213745_668773745_2207704_2203084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SthuRfVaZrI/AAAAAAAABdY/x5Hu3Gk4m6Y/s400/6094_113455213745_668773745_2207704_2203084_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393181800524310194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is where I am currently working at. Oh &lt;a href="http://www.gendytarra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gen&lt;/a&gt;, you missed the photo shoots during yesterday's lunch, while Ziza and I unintentionally wore the same pink! just as pink as the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30657415&amp;amp;id=1032630579#/event.php?eid=152215461657&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;soon-to-be-launched&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bciasia.com/images%5Conline_shop%5Citems%5Cbook-6-2009-1.jpg"&gt;architecture journal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SthqyVx9BzI/AAAAAAAABdQ/QO9rM53QUrY/s1600-h/7723_1220537986907_1032630579_30657415_5836820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SthqyVx9BzI/AAAAAAAABdQ/QO9rM53QUrY/s400/7723_1220537986907_1032630579_30657415_5836820_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393177966848837426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehehe I am not &lt;a href="http://www.futurarc.com/subscribe/subscribe.cfm"&gt;promoting&lt;/a&gt; :P&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/7610152663619785285-4632721818324227370?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4632721818324227370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=4632721818324227370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/4632721818324227370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/4632721818324227370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/10/completely-year.html' title='Completely a Year'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sthqry5lriI/AAAAAAAABdI/UScLy-qyMek/s72-c/7229_1212325181592_1032630579_30635099_6143299_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-5608421816054838366</id><published>2009-09-29T22:38:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:50:54.990+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Bad English</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://icalkarim.wordpress.com/"&gt;little brother&lt;/a&gt; (whose a super-brain) said my English is just so bad, obviously. And yeah, he's perfectly right. Even the EPT score told that so. T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-5608421816054838366?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5608421816054838366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=5608421816054838366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/5608421816054838366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/5608421816054838366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-english.html' title='Bad English'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-1750893967518852260</id><published>2009-09-22T10:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:18:19.107+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Happy 1430 Ied Mubarak alls! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SrhPZmF0_CI/AAAAAAAABdA/AEgpD7RIG18/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SrhPZmF0_CI/AAAAAAAABdA/AEgpD7RIG18/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384140655661743138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please forgive me, I know not what I do... ~Bryan Adams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-1750893967518852260?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/1750893967518852260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=1750893967518852260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/1750893967518852260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/1750893967518852260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-1430-ied-mubarak.html' title='Happy 1430 Ied Mubarak alls! :)'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SrhPZmF0_CI/AAAAAAAABdA/AEgpD7RIG18/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-8579849882154666128</id><published>2009-09-17T08:22:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:43:29.182+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Fast &amp; Furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SrGRY4rD0CI/AAAAAAAABcw/3kpyDeHfZ7c/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SrGRY4rD0CI/AAAAAAAABcw/3kpyDeHfZ7c/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382242886400331810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't the title sound so crafty? hehe I'm not trying to mislead you.. well, we indeed are people with so much shrewdness. Confused with what I am talking about? Okey I'll make it clear.. we just don't care with what you who supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our friends &lt;/span&gt; (and didn't seem want to be one) would do with your life, but there's no such a thing called PEACE when you're trying to contend with us and because.. we are just uncontested *devil laugh*&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/7610152663619785285-8579849882154666128?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8579849882154666128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=8579849882154666128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8579849882154666128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8579849882154666128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/09/fast-furious.html' title='Fast &amp; Furious'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SrGRY4rD0CI/AAAAAAAABcw/3kpyDeHfZ7c/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-8859193766016224007</id><published>2009-09-15T13:09:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:01:20.521+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Under the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of laughs at our fastbreaking under the Jakarta city sky we perfectly had yesterday.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sq8wqeN_S6I/AAAAAAAABcY/fQZlfRnjQmw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sq8wqeN_S6I/AAAAAAAABcY/fQZlfRnjQmw/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573585955408802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have today..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sq8yYRNtRwI/AAAAAAAABcg/FDMULDYnAIg/s1600-h/9723_134108381563_737086563_2645806_4658601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sq8yYRNtRwI/AAAAAAAABcg/FDMULDYnAIg/s400/9723_134108381563_737086563_2645806_4658601_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381575472250177282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hopefully tomorrow... :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sq8wj2BWwjI/AAAAAAAABcQ/XZaocmeLRm4/s1600-h/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sq8wj2BWwjI/AAAAAAAABcQ/XZaocmeLRm4/s400/all.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573472085787186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S: All photographs are the courtesy of &lt;a href="http://ordinaryother.blogspot.com/"&gt;Calosa&lt;/a&gt; who successfully had made these all look astonishing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-8859193766016224007?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8859193766016224007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=8859193766016224007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8859193766016224007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8859193766016224007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-sky.html' title='Under the Sky'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sq8wqeN_S6I/AAAAAAAABcY/fQZlfRnjQmw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-8676644678462920409</id><published>2009-09-12T23:01:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:07:17.528+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Sew, Sewn, Sewed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I remember that today's already the mid of the first month in this year's last quarter (did I manage it right?:P) which meansss... we are already near to the end of 2009, and I also remember  as well that I still have to pursue some things in life and got it all accomplished (see &lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-belated-2009-resolutions.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that's why I always try to get home as soon as possible! I learn sewing, people! all by myself! with my old sewing machine and the tutorial book, of course! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SqvGXMAj2SI/AAAAAAAABcI/eKkxF7_UVB4/s1600-h/IMG_11501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SqvGXMAj2SI/AAAAAAAABcI/eKkxF7_UVB4/s400/IMG_11501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380612281487055138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this project is the simplest one I started since I was perfectly BLIND to this sewing thing. :) What I really hope is, by the end of the year, I could (at least) make my own skirts :P&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/7610152663619785285-8676644678462920409?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8676644678462920409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=8676644678462920409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8676644678462920409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8676644678462920409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-sewn-sewed.html' title='Sew, Sewn, Sewed'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SqvGXMAj2SI/AAAAAAAABcI/eKkxF7_UVB4/s72-c/IMG_11501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-2547507257306648013</id><published>2009-09-09T09:02:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:44:46.963+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>I also want to write down in my adventure book :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SqfMwWyJ9DI/AAAAAAAABcA/myeH73FYGYA/s1600-h/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SqfMwWyJ9DI/AAAAAAAABcA/myeH73FYGYA/s400/stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379493411039081522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7610152663619785285-2547507257306648013?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2547507257306648013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=2547507257306648013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2547507257306648013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/2547507257306648013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-also-want-to-write-down.html' title='I also want to write down in my adventure book :)'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SqfMwWyJ9DI/AAAAAAAABcA/myeH73FYGYA/s72-c/stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-4027018854408566287</id><published>2009-09-07T15:28:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:06:18.778+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Quickening Severe Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So do people still write their blog? I didn't blogwalking these days my friends, so I don't really know, but I will post some things to keep myself updated hahaha I'm gonna make it quick since I'm still at the office :P&lt;br /&gt;1. one of &lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/07/three.html"&gt;the things I'm looking forward to&lt;/a&gt;  (see point #1) is already on progress  since last week. It really makes me nervous knowing that finally mother approved my design proposal (it was quiet difficult to meet her requests though):D&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-bye-baby.html"&gt;my lost cdma cellphone&lt;/a&gt; has been finally found in one of my purse hehe. I always know we will meet again, dud! :)&lt;br /&gt;3. and suddenly the office becomes so busy moving all the things from 6th floor to join us in the 8th floor.&lt;br /&gt;4. oh yeah, I'm sure will catch up some new books soon tonight remembering that I have not bought anyyyyy &lt;a href="http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-keep-secret-and-remember-me.html"&gt;since the end of July&lt;/a&gt;. My gosh, it's a really long time. :))&lt;br /&gt;5.  lastly, my project is still 12.8% done of September's total loads. So I better go back to work  now hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-4027018854408566287?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4027018854408566287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=4027018854408566287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/4027018854408566287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/4027018854408566287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickening-severe-updates.html' title='Quickening Severe Updates'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-54764108985879999</id><published>2009-08-31T07:51:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:59:15.588+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayuti&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Starry Starry Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTE3NDE2NDczNDMmcHQ9MTI1MTc*MTY1NDk1MyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWQ3Mzg5ZGVhMDk1ODQwYzZiNTMyYjVlZTViMjJmNGEw.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf?myid=10302256&amp;amp;path=2008/06/16" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=CEAED1&amp;amp;mycolor2=FF9EEA&amp;amp;mycolor3=6E0202&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=1&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=18&amp;amp;grad=false" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" style="visibility: visible; width: 218px; height: 155px;" border="0" height="155" width="218"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent - Don McLean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starry night, paint your palette blue and grey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look out on a summer's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadows on the hills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sketch the trees and the daffodils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catch the breeze and the winter chills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in colors on the snowy linen land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And now I understand, what you tried to say to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They would not listen.. they did not know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Starry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flaming flowers that brightly blaze swirling clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colors changing hue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And now I understand what you tried to say to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They would not listen.. they did not know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    For they could not love you, but still your love was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    and when no hope was left in sight on that starry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starry night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You took your life as lovers often do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I could have told you Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Starry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starry night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;portraits hung in empty halls, frameless heads on nameless walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the stranger that you've met,the ragged men in ragged clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed&lt;br /&gt;and broken on the virgin snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And now I think I know what you tried to say to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how you suffered for your sanity,how you tried to set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They would not listen, they're not list'ning still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps they never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really were still here, I would have said happy birthday daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even you're not here, I would still love to say; happy birthday daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7610152663619785285-54764108985879999?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/54764108985879999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=54764108985879999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/54764108985879999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/54764108985879999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/08/starry-starry-night.html' title='Starry Starry Night'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-5023892248359726173</id><published>2009-08-28T22:43:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:38:32.577+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayuti&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Latest Apple of Daddy's Eye</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my little brother was having his graduation day, I just felt like not having enough good words to be written unless; We are so happy and we are so proud of you! and our daddy would have been very proud of you too if he were here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sp0-p5rFYxI/AAAAAAAABbg/QKBdDmCYG10/s1600-h/desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sp0-p5rFYxI/AAAAAAAABbg/QKBdDmCYG10/s400/desk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376522419727328018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt really so good having a full day being with people we love and they the ones who we know will always love us for always to capture our precious milestones from each of our lives together, and it is the most obvious and easiest meaning I could justify about a little thing that we used to call.. family! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpgN4SMIjYI/AAAAAAAABbY/AK6ixRqv0-g/s400/DSC084831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375061415873252738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm really proud being one of you guys like never before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. mother said, "From now on, the complete three of you could make your own money, so it means.. no more subsidy!" &lt;i&gt;Oooooh nooooo maaamaaakku&lt;/i&gt;, please say goodbye &lt;a href="http://www.guess.com/"&gt;GUESS&lt;/a&gt; newest season's collections, Mus! &lt;i&gt;dadaaa.. &lt;/i&gt;:)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and oh, this comment is really important:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"well finally, there's none of my children becomes a doctor,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;gimana kalo ai sekolah lagi di kedokteran, mau? mama biayain lagi deh!&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meeeeeeee?? oohhh Mommmy you are kidding..(?) There's NO WAY for an idea like that! *bloodily fainted* :P (actually, I'm still enjoying my life as a stress graduate from architecture school, FYI, hihihi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-5023892248359726173?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5023892248359726173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=5023892248359726173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/5023892248359726173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/5023892248359726173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/08/latest-apple-of-daddys-eye.html' title='The Latest Apple of Daddy&apos;s Eye'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/Sp0-p5rFYxI/AAAAAAAABbg/QKBdDmCYG10/s72-c/desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610152663619785285.post-8036304076889730215</id><published>2009-08-23T23:49:00.020+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:31:43.732+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>A Noon on Her Lovely Bash of 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haloo, it's been a week from my latest post; the market share project at office had really weakened my desire to write :P. But thanks Goood, it's done.&lt;br /&gt;Well... if you've followed to read my blog from the very beginning until today it is now, you could be familiar with these girls, ya? yes they're my best girls I've ever had on earth! (I'm trying to be romantic, but it doesn't sound so success ya? hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpF2Tt9KxRI/AAAAAAAABaI/Zh2lsRcwg90/s1600-h/ramaian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpF2Tt9KxRI/AAAAAAAABaI/Zh2lsRcwg90/s400/ramaian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373205911555458322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;please introduce (right-left): &lt;a href="http://rizlia.wordpress.com/"&gt;rizki&lt;/a&gt;, berlian, tasya, &lt;a href="http://ordinaryother.blogspot.com/"&gt;calosa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sihanani.blogspot.com/"&gt;daija&lt;/a&gt;, me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fast-breaking dinner (thank you Berli for the treat :D), we took some times talking about everything, (and Tasya was so curious about this Miss Universe and Indosiar  thingy, while I was stalking to her new smartphone, hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mupeng bo&lt;/span&gt;!) and some times taking pictures (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpF-42vx1dI/AAAAAAAABag/zGDgU2qWkPI/s1600-h/6760_121524882977_812382977_2288925_5883528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpF-42vx1dI/AAAAAAAABag/zGDgU2qWkPI/s400/6760_121524882977_812382977_2288925_5883528_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373215345663399378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really agree with what Tasya said; there are a lot of people easily come in to our life, and it is as easy as that for them to walk away. And just let them if they want to go out :) The ones who keep staying with you are they that you could name your truly best friends. Just like this  anonymous poem cited: &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"friends are like stars they come and go but the ones that stay are the ones that glow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpF6htWfUKI/AAAAAAAABaQ/XJydxTgh_eM/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpF6htWfUKI/AAAAAAAABaQ/XJydxTgh_eM/s400/IMG_0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373210549957906594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 23, BERLIAN ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you and us all will always glow in our own hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpGAOTHfoDI/AAAAAAAABao/tA68FjtfeM0/s1600-h/6094_123164878745_668773745_2335260_572747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpGAOTHfoDI/AAAAAAAABao/tA68FjtfeM0/s400/6094_123164878745_668773745_2335260_572747_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373216813567942706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610152663619785285-8036304076889730215?l=mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8036304076889730215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7610152663619785285&amp;postID=8036304076889730215&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8036304076889730215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610152663619785285/posts/default/8036304076889730215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustikasarisayuti.blogspot.com/2009/08/noon-in-her-lovely-bash-of-23.html' title='A Noon on Her Lovely Bash of 23'/><author><name>Mustika Sari Sayuti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541914865134404910</uri><email>email_mustikasari@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16158369443823430626'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63ZxDU4Jq5Q/SpF2Tt9KxRI/AAAAAAAABaI/Zh2lsRcwg90/s72-c/ramaian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>