<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969</id><updated>2011-10-15T00:08:05.529+07:00</updated><category term='bali'/><category term='kat von d'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='trips'/><category term='Guess?'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='galleries'/><category term='cuisine'/><category term='rants'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='musing'/><category term='sex and the city'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='museums'/><category term='fears'/><category term='karl lagerfeld'/><category term='culinary adventures'/><category term='you'/><category term='descartes'/><category term='eye candies'/><category term='skripsi'/><category term='spots'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='europe'/><category term='nigella lawson'/><category term='new year'/><category term='job hunting'/><category term='people watching'/><category term='london'/><category term='music bits'/><category term='eye candy'/><category term='object of desire'/><category term='MBRC'/><category term='love'/><category term='you tube'/><category term='campus'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>maybe. baby.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6570307064977517918</id><published>2011-10-13T16:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:14:31.014+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The men we marry have great gifts and great flaws, but yhey are the
men we chose"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;- Rose Kennedy, the Kennedys series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage means you will learn about being ikhlas,about consequence. Also that this earth has been men's earth for millions of years and it will continue to be; but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married to a wonderful man last April, Yose Moriza Iskandar. The same man i fell in love with 4 years ago. Since then, "what a marriage is like?" is an FAQ to me. I will try addressing to that in this blog. I'm no counselor just a girl sharing her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) read on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6570307064977517918?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6570307064977517918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6570307064977517918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6570307064977517918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6570307064977517918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2011/10/men-we-marry-have-great-gifts-and-great.html' title='&amp;quot;The men we marry have great gifts and great flaws, but yhey are the&#xA;men we chose&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1632632418152265485</id><published>2010-11-19T00:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:17:33.032+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet surprise</title><content type='html'>Bumped into an unexpected certain someone a while ago, made me miss my old blogging ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you folks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1632632418152265485?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1632632418152265485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1632632418152265485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1632632418152265485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1632632418152265485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-surprise.html' title='sweet surprise'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-487175270077041635</id><published>2009-08-10T22:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:10:08.549+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiya there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me just got back from Bali! for the national Sales conference.. not holiday, sadly.. but it was enjoyable nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference was held in intercontinental but we stayed at Melia nusaDua. we were supposed to stay at intercon too but the f-ing bombing made us delay this conference, we were supposed to go 2 weeks ago, and now there were no room for the date. anyways, intercon was gorgeous! as always.. we get to hang out by the pool and beach between meetings. we also had an awesome dinner by the beach and.. at GWK! no, not at the restaurant but inside the park, between those cliffs in front of the huge bird statue! We had a stage and fireworks, sexy dancers, great food, and a bit if stuntshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also one of the perks of working at a multinat'l beauty company  is that you get to get drunk for free once a year at the company's expense. Especially with a boss like mine who thinks martini isn't so much different with a glass of juice. well, you get the picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning my friends and I went to this little bit of beach called Bluepoint near Dreamland and it was pretty. We had to go down a cliff to get there and we were practically the only ppl in the beach because everyone else were surfers and went straight to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i tried uploading the pics but failed. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-487175270077041635?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/487175270077041635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=487175270077041635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/487175270077041635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/487175270077041635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiya-there-me-just-got-back-from-bali.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8686378063454476583</id><published>2009-07-08T22:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:49:19.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless us</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my parents started asking about me &amp;amp; abang's plan of settling down together. The level of curiosity had elevated from curiosity to persuasion and recently, terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give him a head's up about this but before i got the chance to do so this afternoon my parents asked straight forwardly to him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our responses was COMPLETELY different. I could only sat there, head bowed down, embarrassed to the core and restraining myself from crawling under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst, Abang handled it verry well. Gracefully, even. He explained to them where our relationship is now, his concerns, our priorities, the plans we've discussed, and they all make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thank God I'm not dating guys my own age..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8686378063454476583?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8686378063454476583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8686378063454476583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8686378063454476583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8686378063454476583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-bless-us.html' title='God bless us'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8120890395109978402</id><published>2009-06-17T22:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:17:29.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>posesif.</title><content type='html'>I am one of those girls who frankly hates anything their boyfriend is doing with someone else but them.&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those girls.&lt;br /&gt;those girls I used to sneer at when i was single and have not comprehend the true meaning of the word : "dependent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am naturally possessive of my belongings, things that belong to me, but never a person, until these last years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be jealous when he goes to work and i had to stay home&lt;br /&gt;I still am jealous when he goes out with his friends without me.&lt;br /&gt;and I am ever more jealous now when he had to work on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are supposed to be MY time. MINE dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person he should be answering to is ME. the only person he should be wasting his time with is ME. the only person whose phone call and text he has to answer is ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Me. Me. Me.&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO EXCUSES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** and so Crazy had spoken. Actually, i just OK'd him to work all day this weekend, with a smile no less, knowing full well i'd sulk all day that saturday. :,(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8120890395109978402?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8120890395109978402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8120890395109978402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8120890395109978402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8120890395109978402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2009/06/posesif.html' title='posesif.'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2824232597650137285</id><published>2009-01-26T11:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:29:18.322+07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple</title><content type='html'>We went nowhere far, stayed nowhere fancy, did nothing glamorous or over the top. Just the usual weekend regime, spoiling our tastebuds and leaning on each other in cozy cafes and corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching each others iPod along the road, his metal songs which i find too noisy and my bossa jazz songs which he finds too slow even more so with the rain and misty weather surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up late watching TV until we fell asleep in each other's arm and as cheesy as it is, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2824232597650137285?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2824232597650137285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2824232597650137285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2824232597650137285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2824232597650137285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple.html' title='simple'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6048363415518276981</id><published>2008-11-19T21:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:11:07.122+07:00</updated><title type='text'>halo apa kabar?</title><content type='html'>huaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been more than a month since i last posted ya? (picnic dresses not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then i have started working in L'oreal! this is my second month..&lt;br /&gt;have shopped my first salary through and through.. the first item i bough was a very pretty black zara 10cm paltform heels! which i love sooo much.. my legs look gorgeous in them, a certain guy told me i looked really sexy in them but sadly i still havent recovered the toe numbing effect (!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also&lt;br /&gt;just got through the worst break down ever and by worst i mean NORAKest ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i live in the southern part of jakarta, a.k.a ciganjur.. i always go to schools in south jakarta, and when i started college di UI it's only like 30 minutes from home. and even on weekends the furthest place i go is plaza senayan which takes an hour tops and i never drive there. So, needless to say i hardly ever got stuck in a traffic jam, and even if so either : I'm not the one driving and/or i'm with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i started working i had to commute ciganjur-kuningan, every day, and it takes me like 1.5 hours, and alone. ALONE. alone i had to take on all those wretched buses, angkots, and goddamn motorcycles. so last friday, i litterally cried in the car. I CRIED. NANGIS. malu sih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tau ngga? bukan cuma gue yang pernah (pernah lho bukan suka) nangis kalo kena macet! my friends too. ditambah PMS.. makin snsitif gila. I felt like screaming! kenapa siih semua bus itu ngalangin jalan gue! kenapa sih motornya jahat semua??? kenapa sih pada ga mau ngasi jalan?? I just want to get to work! fuckers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaa it's true when they say traffic's a bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gue udah survey.. it's better berangkat jam 8.30 dari pada jam 8 APALAGI jam 7.30. that's the worst time, bisa 2 jam baru sampe. And it's better lewat mampang on friday because the street's e.m.p.t.y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i'll be surveying the transjakarta.. save on money and energy.. i might convert soon.. bawa mobil kalo mau pergi pergi aja lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ngga? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6048363415518276981?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6048363415518276981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6048363415518276981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6048363415518276981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6048363415518276981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/11/halo-apa-kabar.html' title='halo apa kabar?'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6782584049983209046</id><published>2008-11-09T10:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:04:43.125+07:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/lets_have_picnic/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3385021"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://img.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjVvTnZZTTUzM1JHVnh3SnFpOFYzWEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Let's have a picnic" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/lets_have_picnic/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3385021"&gt;Let's have a picnic&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=320864"&gt;tynz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/im_back_got_vintage_set/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1437874"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://img.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkVtNy11dElZM1JHbUdOYXdxc1ZEbXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="I'm back and got a vintage set with me!" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/im_back_got_vintage_set/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1437874"&gt;I'm back and got a vintage set with me!&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=115426"&gt;veej&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6782584049983209046?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6782584049983209046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6782584049983209046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6782584049983209046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6782584049983209046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/11/picnic-dresses.html' title='picnic dresses'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1181263116439103399</id><published>2008-09-29T23:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:44:15.685+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kangen Sentimental Reasons</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time dua tahun yang lalu gue adalah seorang kibordis band lokal hampir ngetop di jakarta selatan dan sekitarnya yang namanya 'Sentimental Reasons'. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy times. Hampir seminggu dua kali kalo pulang nyampe rumah jam 3 pagi karena kita sempet bikin eo eoan juga rame". Tiap sabtu dari jam 9 udah stand by di studio untuk latihan sampe sore, terus malemnya kadang jalan", kadang nyari" live music kalo ngga manggung.. haahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhirnya pecah juga karena sibuk masing masing. That was sad. Tapi sepertinya memang that's for the best, karena ngeband menyita banyak sekali waktu soalnya band gue emang rada ambisius. Dan looking at where we are now setelah memutuskan pursue ambisi masing-masing sepertinya memang waktu itu for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kangeen gara-gara liat lirik lagu gue dipost di &lt;a href="http://radityadika.com/detik-detik-menjelang-lebaran/"&gt;blog gitaris gue radit&lt;/a&gt;, dan juga &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=394810059"&gt;my spacenya &lt;/a&gt;dia. Memang yang kayanya masih bermusik sampe sekarang Radit, Ara drummer gue dan Diva si vokalis. Sementara gue dan basis gue Aryo udah ngga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SOEE3JvCdII/AAAAAAAAAI4/-x9pcIuhDTM/s1600-h/29748948349032l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SOEE3JvCdII/AAAAAAAAAI4/-x9pcIuhDTM/s400/29748948349032l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251483986043237506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini dia nih oknum"nya. Ara, Diva, Radit, Aldi, Me, Aryo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo reunion lucu juga yah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually gue jadi berfikir lagu yang gue tulis waktu itu yang judulnya 'Selamanya' itu sebenernya lucu juga sih kalo gue kasih buat pacar gue sebagai hadiah anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya waktu dulu itu semua lagu yang gue tulis dan dari gue idenya ada 'untuk'nya. I mean, ada ilhamnya a specific guy, kecuali lagu Selamanya ini.. waktu dulu ditanya lagunya untuk siapa gue bilang, belum ada yang pantes di kasih yang ini.. gitu hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found the guy why not give the song? Masalahnya pacar gue heavy metal gitu jadi gue takut malah di ketawain bo.. kan malu.. gue rasa anniversarynya aja dia ngga akan inget.. meskipun udah diingetin terussss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1181263116439103399?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1181263116439103399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1181263116439103399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1181263116439103399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1181263116439103399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/kangen-sentimental-reasons.html' title='kangen Sentimental Reasons'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SOEE3JvCdII/AAAAAAAAAI4/-x9pcIuhDTM/s72-c/29748948349032l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2343945913129166030</id><published>2008-09-29T22:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:12:25.887+07:00</updated><title type='text'>skeleton in my living room</title><content type='html'>there's a skeleton in my living room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, REAL HUMAN SKELETON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis Jivi who's in med school brought it home to study. An activity which she still hadnt done yet.. *sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really creepy.. and my sis put it in a shopping bag lying on the floor! I told her to tidy it up because it's disrespectful and she's already got tindihan yesterday night. I also told her to ask for pardon to the unfortunate skeleton.. It might sound too superstitious, but I believe in such things like spirits and so and so and we should at least honor them in some way. Because if i died i wouldn't want to be stored in a shoppping bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i have heard some scary stories about real human bones from my soon to be dentist friend cherie too. I bloody hope nothing like that ever happens at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom so scared she doesnt want to be left downstairs alone. So am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about taking a picture of it but its' too creepy. Wouldnt want it to come haunt me.. hii..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2343945913129166030?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2343945913129166030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2343945913129166030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2343945913129166030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2343945913129166030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/skeleton-in-my-living-room.html' title='skeleton in my living room'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3942105266511701890</id><published>2008-09-23T00:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:19:05.127+07:00</updated><title type='text'>me crazy about:</title><content type='html'>gossip girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dreamt I was one of the character last night.. trotting up and down upper east side laughing with serena van der woodsen hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's Ramadhan, but I didnt fast the past few days, so.. i guess it should be okay to indulge in my guilty pleasure.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/12/gossip_girl_promos_jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/12/gossip_girl_promos_jpg.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've seen the new season dont we all agree we're all addicted to this series?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3942105266511701890?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3942105266511701890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3942105266511701890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3942105266511701890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3942105266511701890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-crazy-about.html' title='me crazy about:'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5787474775530458291</id><published>2008-09-22T23:47:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:56:12.762+07:00</updated><title type='text'>- and i love you too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denger suara kamu, rasanya kaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pulang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5787474775530458291?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5787474775530458291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5787474775530458291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5787474775530458291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5787474775530458291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-love-you-too.html' title='- and i love you too.'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7445095389959251668</id><published>2008-09-22T21:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:45:27.254+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday afternoon drive</title><content type='html'>me : abang! next week (lebih siiih tp I want to emphasize the urgency :p) is our anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;him : Really?&lt;br /&gt;me : Iya..&lt;br /&gt;him : It's been a year?&lt;br /&gt;me : uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;him : wow.. ngga terasa ya..&lt;br /&gt;me : i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely last year I was just a doe eyed girl head over heels for this older guy who i thought either:&lt;br /&gt;1. thinks I'm cute in a "that kitten/puppy/kid is so cute" kind of way&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2. flirts with me as a 'snack' in between older ladies he's courting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst he thinks I'm' frighteningly young', i.e thinks he's lame and have got a truck load of guys following me, busy having fun to even notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing like a week later he asked me out and we found out that we were both wrong. :) Since he never actually asked me to be his girlf we made that day of our first date our anniversary.. it didnt feel like a first date anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how comfortable it felt like, felt like any day we're together now. He never let go of my hand the whole afternoon like it was the most precious thing in the world. And it was soo hard for me to let go when we closed the night with a hug.. Yes, a tight long hug like two long separated lovers.. instead of a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was last year (almost), and gladly, things havent changed much.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, later that evening we went to ak'sara and I flipped through book titled 'love letters of great men'. So I put on my sweetest smile, bat my eyelashes and said, "Abang would you write me a love letter, please..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heavy metal t shirt clad boyfriend frowned.. paused.. took my hand and at last said, "umm.. that i have never been good at doing.. ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I will not be having the fairy tale anniversary i expected then.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7445095389959251668?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7445095389959251668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7445095389959251668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7445095389959251668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7445095389959251668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-afternoon-drive.html' title='sunday afternoon drive'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3168215209333648763</id><published>2008-09-17T21:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:36:14.707+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pms</title><content type='html'>yesterday i had the most horrible thing women has to have and made men deal with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre menstrual syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau cewe-cewe lain ketika pms dipastikan akan bt atau marah-marah, pms gue beda, bervariasi. Tergantung triggernya apa hari itu. Kalau ada yang annoy me jadilah gue marah-marah seharian. Kalo seneng ya seneeeng terus. Jadi enaknya cowo gue ga cape" amat lah kaya maen lotere aja haha Sayangnya kemarin episodenya melancholy alias bawaannya nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua berawal gara" nonton filmnya Adam Sandler, click, di HBO.. jadilah gue nangis..&lt;br /&gt;After seeing it, i went upstairs laid down and cried some more..&lt;br /&gt;Sambil nangis gue jadi inget masalah hidup gue sendiri. NANGIS lagi.. lalu gue inget rejeki-rejeki yang gue punya, betapa enaknya hidup gue, nangis juga.. Nelfon cowo gue, ga diangkat, nangis.. Maen piano, nangis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPE DEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norak paraah.. hahahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3168215209333648763?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3168215209333648763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3168215209333648763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3168215209333648763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3168215209333648763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/pms.html' title='pms'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7340292231924506284</id><published>2008-09-15T22:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:01:41.988+07:00</updated><title type='text'>undangan untuk beramal :)</title><content type='html'>Dear generous friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue dan teman-teman 34 mengundang kalian untuk berbuka puasa bersama anak yatim di rumah gue.. yang Insya Allah diadakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABTU 20 september 2008, 4 pm&lt;br /&gt;Jl. Pasir no 68 Ciganjur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ini kita lagi ngumpulin sumbangannya. Bagi teman-teman yang berminat silahkan datang dan juga donasinya yaa jangan lupa.. bisa transfer ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rek mandiri 101-0-00538584-2 a/n Jinitya Yasmine&lt;br /&gt;rek BCA 237-141-5370 a/n Rizky Bayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa kasi tau gue, lila, bayu atau cici (astri annisa) ya kalau mau datang atau memberi donasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin banyak sumbangannya makin banyak juga anak yatim yang bisa kita undang begitu juga kualitas dan kuantitas makanan buka puasa kita.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara ini tidak tertutup bagi temen" dekat atau kelompok tertentu, everyone's invited and encouraged to bring friends.. Ayo yuk kita tutup bulan Ramadhan ini dengan beramal dan menjalin silaturahmi baru serta mempererat yang lama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!! ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7340292231924506284?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7340292231924506284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7340292231924506284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7340292231924506284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7340292231924506284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/undangan-untuk-beramal.html' title='undangan untuk beramal :)'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3965836620459747852</id><published>2008-09-13T10:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:28:54.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gara gara Wendy</title><content type='html'>Kemaren gue pergi buka puasa sama anak-anak 34. Yang mana ternyata udah pada gegosipan bahwa gue akan pergi bekerja di Paris hari senin ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya bbrp hari yang lalu gue chatting dengan teman gue yang iseng si Wendy ngajakin buka puasa sambil ngobrol-ngobrol. Nah si Wenk gila mulai nerusin berita yang aneh aneh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jinit chatting sm Wendy&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Wenk! gue sekarang udah dapet kerja lhoo&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: Oya? Dimana?&lt;br /&gt;Gue : L'oreaal.. hihihi&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: L'oreal Paris??&lt;br /&gt;Gue : yang kantor jakarta lah bukan Paris gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wendy nelfon Bule&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: Le, tau ga? Jinit kerja di L'oreal Paris!&lt;br /&gt;Bule (lagi nyetir) : Oya? Paris?&lt;br /&gt;Wendy : iyaa.. Hari senen berangkat makanya hari jumat kita buka puasa bareng. Sekalian ketemuan terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;Bule : O yaudah gue kasi tau Tya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bule bilang ke Tya&lt;br /&gt;Bule: Ty, kamu tau ngga Jinit kan mau ke Paris, kerja di L'oreal.&lt;br /&gt;Tya : Lho kok bisa?&lt;br /&gt;Bule : Ngga tau deh. mungkin pas dia ke Paris sama Cherie taun lalu sekalian nge-apply nge-apply.. Tapi  kayanya cuma berapa bulan aja.&lt;br /&gt;Tya : Ooh,, gitu ya.. asik abis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tya cerita ke mamanya&lt;br /&gt;Tya : Mah, masa Jinit mau ke Paris lho, kerja..&lt;br /&gt;Mama Tya : Oyaa? kok bisa?&lt;br /&gt;Tya : Iya, kerja di L'oreal, tapi cuma 3 bulan aja..&lt;br /&gt;Mama Tya : Wah hebat.. Lho, Jinit bukannya mau kawin Ty??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH LHO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahahhahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue cuma bilang : aaamiiiin.. bisa kerja dan kawin eh nikah di paris.. Yo'iiiiii hahahahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3965836620459747852?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3965836620459747852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3965836620459747852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3965836620459747852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3965836620459747852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/gara-gara-wendy.html' title='Gara gara Wendy'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2432932037989516567</id><published>2008-09-05T21:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:04:20.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPROVEMENT</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to announce, after several gloomy posts, that.. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life will soon improve!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to an important event which took place this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, romantic-at-heart friends and relatives, I'm not getting married yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been hired by L'Oreal!! yeeaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that cosmetics company. The one on top of my 'places to work' list. Which from what I heard, I believe will also benefit me with discount prices on make ups, parfume, even hairdressing services!! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed.. I'll be in the Marketing Management Trainee program. Also, theyr'e MNC so I'm sure they'll pay better.. hahahaha :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very very very excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sooo relieved the cutthroat selection is over, pheewww.. huihuhiuhiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Mommy bought me a cute pair of heels for goodluck! Soo happy! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my graduation ceremony was last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SMFJy4AfolI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DGxz2m0bUu4/s1600-h/DSC03973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SMFJy4AfolI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DGxz2m0bUu4/s200/DSC03973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242552579612713554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2432932037989516567?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2432932037989516567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2432932037989516567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2432932037989516567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2432932037989516567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/09/improvement.html' title='IMPROVEMENT'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SMFJy4AfolI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DGxz2m0bUu4/s72-c/DSC03973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5228393296039681076</id><published>2008-08-22T10:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:30:12.786+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>i wept last night</title><content type='html'>I had trouble sleeping last night.. my head just won't shut up. usually their chatter stops when my boyf call so we could sleep and snore through the phone. But he's in bali for the next few days so we can't do that. We texted but he fell asleep at some point when i'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i put my ipod on around 2 am, and weep to coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not because he fell asleep before i did! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably it's the pms (classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or my envy to the cast of &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/switch/classof2008/"&gt;BBC Switch's Class of 2008's&lt;/a&gt; independent life, however impulsive and kinda irresponsible it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the afternoon chat i had with my aunties about nationality and our disappointment about this nation (well, i didn't complain much since as you know i'm abstaining on all that) which makes me want to flee Indo even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then talking about my future with them. Work, and chances on working abroad. i feel i so need to improve my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i discussed about working abroad with my boyf, and i became sad.. about the idea of parting, eventhough it's just an idea, but if the opportunity comes i know i will want to take it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i weep and weep because i am angry that my life after college still hasn't begun. I really really really want to work. to move out of the house. to get on with my life. get married or do something, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however hard it is to be in that jungle at least i'll be living my life. my very own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah, i said something kinda smart last night hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's ok tante if they become Singaporeans. It's doesnt matter what their nationality is, Indonesia will always be their heritage. It's two different things. This country has got nothing to offer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Tante Silvi lives in S'pore and her son who was born there and has dual nationality had to enroll in s'pore's military service if he wants to continue living there, but that would make him singaporean by nationality. Yet if he choose otherwise he has to come back to Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this country, i do, really. But it's a love-hate situation. i love it but it (or the ppl that runs it) seems to hate me. So at the same time i'm trying to forget my love and attachment to it because i know everything's so f-ed up. It's like dating a guy  or since we're talking about our mother land, having a mom who likes to beat you up as a favorite past time.. Simply heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just stop. i want to keep a positive vibe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5228393296039681076?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5228393296039681076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5228393296039681076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5228393296039681076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5228393296039681076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wept-last-night.html' title='i wept last night'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6755045654536873800</id><published>2008-08-22T10:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:31:32.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SK4yEpP98tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8k8Ckfda3Xk/s1600-h/estelle-shine-thumb-473x473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SK4yEpP98tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8k8Ckfda3Xk/s200/estelle-shine-thumb-473x473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237178472052159186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Come close to me&lt;br /&gt;only your love can do me&lt;br /&gt;every little thing i do you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby you know you're special&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what the rest do&lt;br /&gt;every little thing i do you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you i'm glad i risked it&lt;br /&gt;God knows i would have missed it&lt;br /&gt;You're so amazing baby everything you do&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6755045654536873800?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6755045654536873800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6755045654536873800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6755045654536873800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6755045654536873800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are.html' title='you are'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SK4yEpP98tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8k8Ckfda3Xk/s72-c/estelle-shine-thumb-473x473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6955421109468948086</id><published>2008-08-19T22:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:35:40.641+07:00</updated><title type='text'>burning down.. burning down..</title><content type='html'>this occurred just 5 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting, browsing with my laptop when my mom suddenly came out of her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Teh liat tuh teh diskusi politik.. jangan kamu kutak katik komputer aja itu.. Negara kamu lagi hancur ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all the more reason not to watch rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wanted me to care more about politics. and possibly even try to be a legislate to try to change the state of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'uh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i am not rich. therefore i dont have enough money to buy a seat di DPR&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i have sinned enough in this 21 years in my life i do not want to add more to it by becoming a legislate.. amit amit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it apathy, pessimistic.. both are right. i try to give the least damn of what's happening in our country's politics and am not going to participate in it because i don't think anything can be fixed anymore with the rate it is in right now. The change's moving too f-ing slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, we should all flee this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6955421109468948086?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6955421109468948086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6955421109468948086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6955421109468948086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6955421109468948086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/08/burning-down-burning-down.html' title='burning down.. burning down..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-4620282726818478896</id><published>2008-08-10T11:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:27:53.347+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/08/suris_just_cruising_around_tow.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/08/suris_just_cruising_around_tow.html" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have brain damage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday i went to a food manufacturing company's psychological test where they made me do this test where they have a newspaper sized sheet full with numbers to count. and of course other tests too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last friday i went to do another test in a cosmetics company which took all day. it started at 10 and ended at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headache hasn't stopped ever since. i feel this constant pressure in my head and everything sounds annoying just ringsssss and ringsss and ringgssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've laid down, not drink alcohol, slept for hours and hours, cancelled going to a wedding, had abang massage my head, hit my head against him, against the wall, not taking shower until noon, maintain a frown on my face, eat yucky japanese spaghetti -waraku (DO NOT BE TEMPTED BY ALL THOSE WAX PAST MOCK UPS THEY PUT IN FRONT OF THE RESTAURANT), writing all these nonsense and still..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SJ54xnOyQEI/AAAAAAAAAII/pc_9V6wFAZc/s1600-h/08_suri_lgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SJ54xnOyQEI/AAAAAAAAAII/pc_9V6wFAZc/s200/08_suri_lgl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232752610791014466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DOESNT GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness.. i really hope i get this job..&lt;br /&gt;please please please please please please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i saw a picture of probably the cutest kid on earth.. Suri Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;seeing her does sooth me, a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4620282726818478896?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4620282726818478896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4620282726818478896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4620282726818478896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4620282726818478896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-might-have-brain-damage.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SJ54xnOyQEI/AAAAAAAAAII/pc_9V6wFAZc/s72-c/08_suri_lgl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5375928112295762585</id><published>2008-07-25T22:28:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:26:51.651+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>kind strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn3Q21yiHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JRwBeNlzTg0/s1600-h/buku_travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn3Q21yiHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JRwBeNlzTg0/s200/buku_travel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226980711511263346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saat ini gue sedang baca buku travelling yang judulnya 'Keliling Eropa 6 Bulan dengan 1000$'. Tentang perjalanan backpacking Marina Silvia, seorang alumni ITB just a few years older than me back in 2006 waktu dia baru lulus kuliah. (kudos to you girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya gue beli buku ini karena iri gimana cara manusia pelit ini kok bisa cuma 1000$ 6 bulan disana? haha tapi akhirnya yang lebih menarik dari penghematan dia itu justru all the strangers she met on the journey dan apa saja yang dia pelajari dengan mereka dengan cara berdialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue langsung mengenang perjalanan gue ke eropa tahun lalu dan orang-orang asing yang gue temui meski singkat tapi membuat gue heran bahkan at times quite shocked dengan easiness dan kindness yang mereka tunjukkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn7-P9AO2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/pXxEauaazNE/s1600-h/DSC00340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn7-P9AO2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/pXxEauaazNE/s200/DSC00340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226985889393032034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waktu itu gue ada di tengah-tengah Notting Hill Parade yang super packed sampe lo bahkan sulit melihat kaki lo sendiri karena semua orang menempel. Bergerak di sepanjang jalanan notting hill sambil joget joget ke lagu hip hop-reggae-rock you name it yang diperdengarkan outdoor stages dan wangi wangi mariyuana bisa lo cium sayup sayup. I was very careful not to step into anyone's feet atau pun botol atau benda aneh berbahaya lain ketika naasnya gue menginjak jari kaki seorang cewek disebelah&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn-SG80-SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JskDD6osDU4/s1600-h/DSC00347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn-SG80-SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JskDD6osDU4/s200/DSC00347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988429597014306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gue. Panik dong.. tau sendiri kalo itu kejadian di jakarta minimal dicemberutin kalo ngga dibentak sama orang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh gosh, i'm very sorry" spontan gue bilang, ngeri.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh it's alrite love, " dia cuma ketawa dan si cewek itu langsung megang pundak gue sambil joget-joget menyertakan gue di dalam kereta panjang festival goers yang goyang bersama-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu one time di toko Vans (diskon) di bicester gue lagi nyari jeans skinny warna item. Setelah&lt;br /&gt;nyoba beberapa jeans item gue menyerah karena either modelnya jelek atau ngga ada ukuran gue. Dengan santainya salah satu shop keepernya, yang mana adalah cowok dan ganteng menepuk pundak gue sambil bilang "Be'er luck next time eh mate," sambil melipat jeans dan tertawa-tawa. Waktu dia megang pundak otomatis tubuh gue menghindar karena terbiasa menjaga personal distance, sebelum akhirnya gue sadar bahwa he's just being sweet and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn7-Z5bHaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SXBD9f-7Rws/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn7-Z5bHaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SXBD9f-7Rws/s200/DSC00606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226985892062371234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gue juga pernah ngobrol setengah jam sama salah satu guide di St. Paul's cathedral tentang lukisan di ceilingnya dan malaikat mana yang jadi favoritnya karena mozaic mozaic yang membentuk malaikat di atas sana indah banget. you would rather look up than straight ahead even if you're walking. I certainly did, dan beberapa kali hampir nabrak orang :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this wonderful sensation you get when you meet perfect strangers who treat you nicely eventhough you're just.. strangers. Gue ingin sekali bisa merasa kaya gitu di Indo dan pernah mencoba sekali waktu di halte busway tapi kok tetap aja, rasanya takut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eh besok gue mau piknik di ragunan lho sama abang hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5375928112295762585?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5375928112295762585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5375928112295762585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5375928112295762585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5375928112295762585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/07/kind-strangers.html' title='kind strangers'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIn3Q21yiHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JRwBeNlzTg0/s72-c/buku_travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1106642352379176540</id><published>2008-07-21T10:22:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:21:04.305+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuisine'/><title type='text'>Ramen Sanpachi 38!</title><content type='html'>Last night i had a terrific dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend has always been a fan of Japanese Ramen noodle, and he introduced me to that dish which is quickly becoming my favourite food. Anyways, last week i noticed a new Ramen place opened up in Plaza Pondok Indah, Ramen Sanpachi 38. And we went there for a culinary adventure last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIQNl603bcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SqnpHDcxpho/s1600-h/20072008153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIQNl603bcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SqnpHDcxpho/s200/20072008153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225316412753931714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant is small and just modest but very japanese, it's a typical japanese neighbourhood restaurant. when the waitress first handed us the menu we were quite disappointed because lots of the noodles use pork. but then she explained that it can be changed to halal (chicken or beef) and when i ask she also explained that they use different cookwares for the halal and non halal beef so rest assured that there wont be any mix up. The waitress was very helpful she explained that for some menus we can pick the kind of meat we want, sliced or grinded. We can also choose between curly and straight noodle. She also recommend the cooking style best for each noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the jigoku Ramen, a hot soup ramen with mushrooms, leeks and some spinach and sliced beef, with half cooked straight noodle. There were 10 levels of hotness for the hot dishes, 1 to 10. To my boyf's and the waitress's i asked for level 5 but then i changed for level 3. and believe me that is hot enough, my mom's an acehnese and i eat chili like everysingle day since i was born and that level 3 hotness is very spicy already. Seru deh! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIQMsobO_zI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7vMKeD-fooI/s1600-h/20072008152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIQMsobO_zI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7vMKeD-fooI/s200/20072008152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225315428562042674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abang ordered the Miso Ramen, a miso seasoned ramen soup with vegetables and grinded beef with cooked curly noodles. It was not hot but later he added some chilli powder and chili oil. The seasoning tray at every table is complete with salty soy sauce, chili powder, oil, and paste, even sesame beans and oils. We ordered a plate of Gyozas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't order any drinks because they give us free iced water already, free flow. Nice! Oh and for beer fans they also serve Erdinger beer at Rp. 70000. The noodles are around Rp 45000 per bowl and there are also rice dishes or don and set menus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the noodles for about 10 minutes reading japanese mangas and magazine available a rackful by the door. Well, we were just looking at the picture sih.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and then the holy amazingly large bowls of ramen noodles came. We were drooling before it even reach our tastebuds. the soup was tasty, very tasty. The noodles were soft but not weightless. and all the other ingredients are fresh and tasty. the gyoza was marvelous too. these are the best Ramen and Gyoza i've ever tasted, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abang kept saying "we are so coming back to this place" over and over again and we were quite sad when the whole thing's finished. Eventhough we actually have got no more space in our tummy anymore hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we thought were at the end of our culinary adventure the waitress came back bringing us our free dessert! Pineapple konyaku jellies! It's perfect. The jelly cooled my hot insides immediately and the sweet taste give my tastebuds a rest after all that level 3 chilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful wonderful dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1106642352379176540?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1106642352379176540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1106642352379176540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1106642352379176540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1106642352379176540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/07/ramen-sanpachi-38.html' title='Ramen Sanpachi 38!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SIQNl603bcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SqnpHDcxpho/s72-c/20072008153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6254707200647981821</id><published>2008-07-20T10:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:29:42.802+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><title type='text'>silent sighs..</title><content type='html'>my boyfriend and i have been in this relationship for almost a year now. it's been wonderful, passionate, completing.. practically everything i have been looking for. tapi gue juga merasa semakin lama more and more attached to him.. i think it's normal and considering it's him i feel attached to it's alright. He's a great guy, and we are serious about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi you can never be too sure about anything kan? anything might happen along the way, even a perfect gentleman kan turn into a jekyll and a lady could easily be a tramp. all our hopes and dreams and all the plans we have bisa aja gagal atau bagaimana. and if it does,-god forbid- will i have anything to stand on? it's frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepertinya memang ini the lesson to learn by loving and being loved. To let a part of you attached but at the same time keeping a part of it to yourself, and only yourself. Because i believe no one can love you more than your very own self. and the only one that will absolutely stick with you through thick and thin is you. just you. that's frightening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all the friends you laughed with or the number of men you loved it comes down to you. just you. tough luck huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been so used to that before him. and then come this man.. with a bedtime phonecall i call home and who's embrace i wish i'd melt in everytime, who's been cushioning my fall eversince..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not once he ever raise his voice to me. see? it's just too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6254707200647981821?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6254707200647981821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6254707200647981821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6254707200647981821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6254707200647981821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/07/sighs.html' title='silent sighs..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3691369384333044918</id><published>2008-07-11T23:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:46:25.223+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuisine'/><title type='text'>crépes avec nutella</title><content type='html'>oui oui oui! et c'est trés magnifique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihihihi this evening dengan sukses gue berhasil membuat crépes avec nutella! the dish that made me fall in love with paris. along with their cappucinno, escargot, and ice cream.. it's a very simple dish only i cooked it the original way, unlike the ones we get at d'crepes. it's a bit thick on the center, thin and crispy on its edges and filled with melted chocolatey delights of nutella chocolate spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how:&lt;br /&gt;1. prepare a cup of flour, a cup of milk, 2 eggs, 2 tbsp of sugar, salt to taste, 2 tbsp melted butter&lt;br /&gt;2. beat the eggs inside a big bowl&lt;br /&gt;3. mix in the eggs and the milk, and the butter. add sugar and salt.&lt;br /&gt;4. leave the mix to sit for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;5. heat pan, grease it with a bit of butter leave at medium fire.&lt;br /&gt;6. pour a laddleful of the mix to the pan. puter puter wajannya supaya adonan jadi rata dan tipis. flip it when you see the edges start curling.&lt;br /&gt;7. fill the new surface with anything you want. grated cheese, nutella, fruits, jam, butter, cream, etc.&lt;br /&gt;8. fold the crepes twice into a triangle.&lt;br /&gt;9. Voila! ready to serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still perfecting it though i think it needs some more cream to perfectly resemble the one i bought at versailles.. hmmmm... or maybe it was the french weather? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3691369384333044918?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3691369384333044918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3691369384333044918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3691369384333044918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3691369384333044918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/07/crpes-avec-nutella.html' title='crépes avec nutella'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-4187348887833362826</id><published>2008-07-09T21:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:46:42.383+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye candies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear abang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very sorry.. you have been a wonderful boyfriend and i enjoy every single blissful moment i've spent with you. you were always there when i needed your support and was always honest to me. which is why i should be honest with you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fallen in love with someone else, someone brought into light to me by none other but you.. he himself is dating some one else, but i couldnt resist his charms. i am tremendously sorry.. but he's too beautiful, he has a wicked sense of humor too, and was said to be one of the best student in his school. also he's got long legs and a gorgeous smile. i guess that's because he's part playboy playmate and part rock and roll star, one of your favorite too, Gene Simmons. i expect he's got the fabled tongue also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SNAP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that he is younger than me, we are 3 years apart. but i guess that's alrite, he doesnt look that young anyways, and he's as smart as any 20 somethings. he's even got a comicbook he wrote himself on the way out sometimes next year. i am too in love, i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;he is Nick Simmons..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTsJGl8FtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9BlUgf-paYk/s1600-h/NickSimmons3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTsJGl8FtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9BlUgf-paYk/s200/NickSimmons3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221057509161965266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;** &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juuuuust kidddiiiiing... i'd love to give him a kiss though.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4187348887833362826?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4187348887833362826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4187348887833362826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4187348887833362826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4187348887833362826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-abang-i-am-very-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTsJGl8FtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9BlUgf-paYk/s72-c/NickSimmons3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3752137660864773728</id><published>2008-07-07T23:03:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:47:23.741+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='object of desire'/><title type='text'>i dreamed of..</title><content type='html'>a pair of gladiator heels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTMYPcAcjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/r38nJelkWP0/s1600-h/PE3_LAN30_CH_JT_BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/ff/7/AAAAAkwEJPsAAAAAAP9xQw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/ff/7/AAAAAkwEJPsAAAAAAP9xQw.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i did, i really did.. i was prancing around in a beige number in my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mungkin karena i really like the edgy look of it teamed up with frocks (which are my fav outfit for all time and occassion)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mungkin karena i keep bumping into it at the mall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mungkin karena there's one in every shade of brown from beige to dark brown in charles&amp;amp;keith (beige is my fav color for accessories) when i went to buy my heels but the heels are waaay too tall (9cm) so i bought the usual heels instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mungkin karena my friend nourma wore a pair to my envy last friday during our non executable dinner at loewy, and i cant get the beige one i saw in c&amp;amp;k eversince.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my boyfriend yose would react when he missed something good:&lt;br /&gt;Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...... (with a full fledged elongated lips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to stay realistic seeing as i have only started to learn to wear heels just now.. hihihi a bit too late huh? i looove  ballet flats too much :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decide i should start wearing heels and feel it's appropriate seeing as i've graduated and i am a twenty something. it's silly i know but it always seem to me that only full grown, independent women get to be that glamorous on a daily basis. it's something i should earn. anyways convinced that i can carry myself as required i bought the heels last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTG8_vHh-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rewh4ygg3R8/s1600-h/Image259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTG8_vHh-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rewh4ygg3R8/s200/Image259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221016619232757730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTG9SQdCTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NbKxmBJkrMk/s1600-h/Image258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTG9SQdCTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NbKxmBJkrMk/s200/Image258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221016624204417330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(heelsnya udah chipped ajah huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and havent left home without it ever since! hence all the blisters on my feet, but seeing i have now earned myself to be glamorous i walk with my head tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heck, like they say in memoirs of geisha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;in (women's) world, beauty and pain lies side by side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3752137660864773728?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3752137660864773728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3752137660864773728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3752137660864773728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3752137660864773728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dreamed-of.html' title='i dreamed of..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SHTG8_vHh-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rewh4ygg3R8/s72-c/Image259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-4700310094922019979</id><published>2008-07-04T09:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:48:24.299+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><title type='text'>job hunting</title><content type='html'>hyaahh.. setelah lulus datanglah kegiatan paling ngga ngenakin sedunia: job hunting..&lt;br /&gt;males banget deh rasanya, tapi kalo ngga dikerjain juga mau apa bengang bengong di rumah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far gue udah ngirim ke nestle, P&amp;amp;G dan unilever.. kemaren di nestle udah sampe tahap assesment centre.. tapi entah.. hya hya hya hya hya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minta infonya ya teman-teman kalau ada lowongan di marketing, brand management atau adv. account exec.. berminat nih! apalagi kalo kantornya di jakarta selatan dan gajinya gede! huehehehehehehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways anyways ada yang aneh minggu ini pada diri teman-teman gue.. tiba-tiba jadi pada hiper ngajak jalan-jalan.. super deh.. heran gue.. kenapa tiba-tiba jadi laku gini? hari ini aja ada ajakan  lunch, dinner dan clubbing dari crowd yang berbeda.. lunch dan dinnernya gue jabanin tapi entah deh clubbingnya.. soalnya capek dan bokek hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalem pergi sama marcya dan Rama makan abuba dan impulsively ke tabac. dan maksud gue bener" impulsively pas lagi lewat jalanan kemang situ gue dan marcya jadi pengen ke tabac dan langsung teriak "KANAN!" ke Rama yang secara refleks mengikuti. untung lagi sepi jalannya hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempatnya lucu banget deh.. unexpected, tapi sett dah mahal beeeddh.. martini 95k, vodka tonic 75k, absolut juga 95k. dan resenya ngga ada menu jadi baru tau harga pas bill dateng.. tadi malem sih banyaknya expat expat. terus gue duduk di meja sebelahnya catherine wilson.. :p ntar deh kesana lagi kalo gaji gue udah belasan juta hehehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaudah deh mau mandi duluuuu :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4700310094922019979?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4700310094922019979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4700310094922019979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4700310094922019979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4700310094922019979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/07/job-hunting.html' title='job hunting'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3637235678268562919</id><published>2008-06-27T15:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:48:58.103+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><title type='text'>swing.. swing..</title><content type='html'>a few days ago.. i get soo scared suddenly.. i had been procrastinating my desk research for the Nestle presentation test for wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i am actually graduating and about to throw myself to the 'real' world was suddenly gripping. tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i can't get a job? what if i do get a job but i come to hate it? should i just go to school again? tha list go on and on and on mulai dari soal pekerjaan to 'what if i can't provide myself a good meal on a daily basis?' to 'what if i can't be a good wife/mother'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like hanging by a thread swinging back and forth between a cliff named 'privileged life with parents' and 'time to make your own life dear'. and its effing scary. i actually cried. i did, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i confided in my mom she said,&lt;br /&gt;'Well life must go on. you have to face it head on. mau gimana lagi dong? Mama kan doain kamu terus, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insya Allah&lt;/span&gt; kamu bisa...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see since i was little i was raised to fully understand that my family aren't my rescue team. if i fall, i fall alone. My parents always make sure i fully realise that every decision i make is mine alone to choose and to take responsibility of. even more so now that i've graduated and everything. and also make sure that i know that i can and i will succeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kalo ngga bisa juga, kan bisa minta ditampung Yose..'&lt;br /&gt;or get married if all else fails.  Sometimes i wonder if my Dad has only been her escape plan all these times.. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night i got news from my friend Dinda that she just gave birth to her son that evening. Isn't it wonderful? :) that news gave me spirit. I thought, 'If Dinda can be a wife and a mother already, i sure can score a job and do a lot more!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3637235678268562919?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3637235678268562919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3637235678268562919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3637235678268562919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3637235678268562919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/06/swing-swing.html' title='swing.. swing..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-4300478302197749198</id><published>2008-06-25T08:52:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:49:23.748+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>my sex and my city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Everything in my life is so perfect right now. I'm so happy, I'm terrified!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen Sex and the City and pick your own quotes? I have and that one of above is mine. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went to see it with my girlfriends Hany, Usie, Cherrie. My sex and the city girls. No need to explain why lah ya.. :p. We had a blast..&lt;br /&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/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwjGVx0nI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zdUljs3Chxw/s1600-h/24062008184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwjGVx0nI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zdUljs3Chxw/s200/24062008184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215643960515613298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwjj85XcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0g-hzWAegyY/s1600-h/24062008186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwjj85XcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0g-hzWAegyY/s200/24062008186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215643968464313794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening start with dinner at Duck King , Cherie's treat for her birthday. We ate like pigs, munching away dishing updates of the latest in our lives. Some are good some are bad. Hany's going through a B-I-G break up. I have just graduated and anxiously expecting a bright future. Usie is reconciling with his boyf of 2 years. and Cherie is in a no man's land situation. just as the movie's trailer puts it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'some things begin, some things end, and some things never change'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(FADE IN TO US 4 GIRLS THROWING FOOD AT EACH OTHER, LAUGHING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to the movie theatre, the Premiere studio.. hahahaha Hany's treating this time, last week was her birthday. Superr asik bagnet di studio premiere itu, we can recline the seat until it's almost flat like in bed, and they give velvety blankets better than the ones in planes. And best of all we got the VIP seats in the studio because my original seat was broken! It couldnt be reclined so i demanded to change seats for the four of us. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://melbourne.jollypeople.com/albums/jj37/MMagenta/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 181px;" src="http://melbourne.jollypeople.com/albums/jj37/MMagenta/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwkEAYXAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZbfLFKu7VsM/s1600-h/Image233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwkEAYXAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZbfLFKu7VsM/s200/Image233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215643977068862466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Hany cried a lot during the movie we actually went to her seat hugging her and i held her hands during most of it. She's our Carrie last night, broken hearted and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ended the night with drinks at Buzz, -my treat this time- toasting for being twenty somethings and well wishes for our happiness.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heatworld.com/img/upload/500x400/1000024481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.heatworld.com/img/upload/500x400/1000024481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwj--fTPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dUyoNWZpxV8/s1600-h/Image229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwj--fTPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dUyoNWZpxV8/s200/Image229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215643975718751474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home, i feel very lucky. To have the girls, of course. and because like Charlotte i'm the one blessed with the most solid relationship of all the girls. So of course i text my Mr. Big to tell him how much i love him and hoping that i too will get my happy ending.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4300478302197749198?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4300478302197749198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4300478302197749198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4300478302197749198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4300478302197749198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-sex-and-my-city.html' title='my sex and my city'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SGGwjGVx0nI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zdUljs3Chxw/s72-c/24062008184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3059743255597814189</id><published>2008-06-23T21:48:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:49:58.456+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='object of desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>updatesss!!</title><content type='html'>1. Jinitya Yasmine Basarah, S. Sos&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaapppp folkss!! i have graduated!!! hihihihihihi..&lt;br /&gt;The thesis assesment or Sidang thingy went well, veery well actually! i daresay the judges are satisfied with my thesis. Mengingat lembar feedback isinya cuma perbaikan teknis dan redaksional. huheheuehuehu semoga nilainya juga memuaskan! Sidang jumat kemaren turut dihadiri orang tua gue dan sahabat-sahabat yang semuanya menonton ke dalam ruang sidang hahahaha here are the photos courtesy of my dear friend chichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SF-5W5oI-oI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JduOP92WlMY/s1600-h/n719763686_615826_131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SF-5W5oI-oI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JduOP92WlMY/s200/n719763686_615826_131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215090696595765890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SF-5XNMzNCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8DHQg8zzt7Y/s1600-h/n719763686_615830_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SF-5XNMzNCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8DHQg8zzt7Y/s200/n719763686_615830_1471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215090701849801762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my supporters and my graduation gift : meteran! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Anya bag has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;My parents got back from europe on thursday right before my sidang. And thus my first encounter with my baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SF-6o_FxL6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/znSU9mA28Fc/s1600-h/Image225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SF-6o_FxL6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/znSU9mA28Fc/s200/Image225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215092106811486114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grinning shamelessly while playing dress up just a few hours before ke kampus untuk disidang.. hahaha it's weird but i find playing dressing-up therapeutic hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I made my debut on my boyf's extended family&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuahuahua.. last sat was his sister's wedding. i came wearing kebaya, heels and all, and got introduced to all his Unis and Udas and everything.. Even caught myself in that bahasa daerah situation. You know.. when one of the elderly jokingly ask something preferably marriage related things to you and your partner in their own local language and you can only smile dumbstruckly.. hahaha but it all went well lah ya.. Hopefully i made a good impression on them hihihi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3059743255597814189?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3059743255597814189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3059743255597814189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3059743255597814189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3059743255597814189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/06/updatesss.html' title='updatesss!!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SF-5W5oI-oI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JduOP92WlMY/s72-c/n719763686_615826_131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-731082768913308800</id><published>2008-06-17T14:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:50:27.884+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye candies'/><title type='text'>kiss me instead Penn! :)</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the whole Gossip Girl series last weekend.. 3 episode terakhirnya banyak kejutan-kejutan dehh pokoknya and on the finale menjadi menyebalkannn... huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya i'm not such a big fan of the series or the novel, but i keep on watching for the beautiful people in it and their clothes hhahahaha.. :p it's such a feast for the eyes! i especially loveee Penn Badgley. he is soo cute and resembles my dear boyf .. krik krikk hahaha that is more of a wish actually! :p anyways i googled his and blake's infamous Mexico trip pap pictures just now.. hihihihi and they're still saying that the are not dating.. yeah yeah.. and the sun rises at dusk..&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/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFdqJPbhg8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/221DeRednws/s1600-h/blake_lively6_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFdqJPbhg8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/221DeRednws/s200/blake_lively6_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212751800697979842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFdqJnmKljI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UA271eVZM8Y/s1600-h/blake_lively4_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFdqJnmKljI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UA271eVZM8Y/s200/blake_lively4_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212751807185065522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFdqJ5s44NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l0ltOJ0GyMw/s1600-h/blake_lively10_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFdqJ5s44NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l0ltOJ0GyMw/s200/blake_lively10_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212751812045103314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad in the series Serena and Dan didn't get the same happy ending.. *ooopS! spoilerr :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i am downloading Amy Winehouse's songs from limewire.. i have vowed not to like or be interested in the singer.. she's ugly, never sober, and famously not want to go to rehab. last year when i was in London her own family asked fans to stop buying her cd which would support her lifestyle.. but also last weekend i saw her video on Mtv and i got interested. So instead of buying her cd i'll just pirate her tunes! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently making the ppt presentation for my sidang.. in may granddad's house because the electricity at mine is being shut down sinc 9 am until later 5 pm this afternoon. suckkss. anyways, please do wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-731082768913308800?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/731082768913308800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=731082768913308800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/731082768913308800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/731082768913308800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-me-instead-penn.html' title='kiss me instead Penn! :)'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFdqJPbhg8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/221DeRednws/s72-c/blake_lively6_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1107010322503335189</id><published>2008-06-16T22:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:50:52.357+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><title type='text'>WoD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;word of the day is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANXIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa hey mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;karena oh karena it is decided..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidang Skripsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama : Jinitya Yasmine Basarah&lt;br /&gt;NPM: 0904100218&lt;br /&gt;Hari / Tanggal : Jumat 20 Juni 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ruangan : M104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh doakan ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm also anxious waiting for my parents to come home from their second honeymoon to europe. i hope my mom's not pregnant, it'd be too weird.. but i am anxious mostly because she bought me an anya kennedy bag :p hahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1107010322503335189?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1107010322503335189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1107010322503335189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1107010322503335189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1107010322503335189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/06/wod.html' title='WoD'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7910618294688302266</id><published>2008-06-12T22:08:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:52:02.930+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music bits'/><title type='text'>updates!</title><content type='html'>hyaaahh sudah lama tidak ngablog hihihi.. soo updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have finished my thesis!! yay! double yay! am currently waiting for a call from the faculty regarding the sidang shedule..  deg deg degaaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. am seriously considering on not doing corporate work.. i am seriously considering to build my own business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am trying to work out a business plan. I've always wanted to be involved in fashion business. i know it's very common, etc. etc. but hey, why not give it a try. it's not about how many competitors out there it's about how far do you dare to DIFFERENTIATE right? ,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gathered muses, ideas, trying to draw a picture of the girl i am striving to dress, which, unsurprisingly very similar to.. ME. yeah, big news.. :p speaking of muses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. am currently musing over (is that the right term?) miss Daisy Lowe of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFE-AR8ou7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GRVYJ0cKwQs/s1600-h/718617737_87c7e82988_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFE-AR8ou7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GRVYJ0cKwQs/s320/718617737_87c7e82988_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014418383027122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above, photographed with carrot stick like then boyf Will Cameron Jr. of Blondelle.. She's now dating Mark Ronson! yes, the music producer.. yes, the one who won 3 grammys, yes yes, the one who found Amy  Winehouse and what's her name? Can't believe i forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFECZyhYUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ajI5MuTPnvI/s1600-h/799660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFECZyhYUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ajI5MuTPnvI/s320/799660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211021051917590850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. currently also loving Flight of Conchord! It's a band, it's an HBO series and they are hilarious! hihihi i even passed it to my dear boyf already and he loves it too. it's about 2 new zealander trying to make it big in NY. they sing like they are drunk and absolutely idiotically funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFGCXorZnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rSc2RVxzg8g/s1600-h/flight-of-the-conchords-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFGCXorZnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rSc2RVxzg8g/s320/flight-of-the-conchords-dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211023250362689138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7910618294688302266?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7910618294688302266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7910618294688302266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7910618294688302266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7910618294688302266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates.html' title='updates!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFE-AR8ou7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GRVYJ0cKwQs/s72-c/718617737_87c7e82988_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8463135130906445020</id><published>2008-06-10T21:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:52:27.039+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>Holy Golightly!!</title><content type='html'>SKIRPSIKU SUDAH SELESAI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!! YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep better.. way way better now.. wuihihihihihihihihi..&lt;br /&gt;sekarang tinggal menunggu jadwal sidangnya sahaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deg-degan juga sih hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillaah.. i feel like hugging everybody ni hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGSSSSSSSSSSS**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8463135130906445020?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8463135130906445020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8463135130906445020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8463135130906445020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8463135130906445020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-golightly.html' title='Holy Golightly!!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6570539214221767655</id><published>2008-05-17T14:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:52:45.294+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided to discipline myself to need my boyfriend less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the weekend seem much more blissful&lt;br /&gt;being the less busier end sucks on weekdays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6570539214221767655?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6570539214221767655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6570539214221767655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6570539214221767655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6570539214221767655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-decided-to-discipline-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2546851366320763707</id><published>2008-05-07T16:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:53:36.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigella lawson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kat von d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuisine'/><title type='text'>i want to be a domestic goddess</title><content type='html'>this is currently my latest obsession heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua berawal karena sejak di rumah gue masang indovision mata gue ngga pernah jauh-jauh dari channel discovery travel and living, dari acara globe trekker, passport to europe, jamie olivers' cooking shows and my ever favourite : nigella express!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately gue jadi suka masak-masak..&lt;br /&gt;yes dear friends and relatives i can cook now ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something 'strangely therapeutic' -as nigella puts it- in cooking, i find it especially in crushing a garlic, chopping it and watching it cooked in oil. it's true! so far i've cooked pasta with pesto sauce, a simple dinner of pok chay and aceh omelette 'asam sunti'. and also the most successful of all.. Lasagna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lasagna has been approved by my sister, my dad, (they wanted 3rd helpings) my dear friend chichi and my ever munching boyfriend.. ahahhaha and please note : I DID NOT RECEIVE ANY HELP FROM MY MOM. she's been out of town and just got back last night. (and she brought me cookbooks! hueheuhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yes, i am very proud of myself! hee hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am quite obsessed with nigella lawson.. she makes cooking looks easy and relaxing and really really sexy. and she has this great british accent. i watch her show taking notes of the recipes, drooling, and crossing my heart and hoping to turn into something like her in a few years haahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend kemarin karena gue sakit, gue dan abang nonton tv aja di rumah, terus dia pamitan mau pulang pas kita lagi nontonnya channel discovery t&amp;amp;l. he hugged me and said ' see you in a bit my Kat'. he was referring to Kat von D of LA Ink, his favourite show. and i sulked, 'nooo i want to be nigella.. Kat can't cook!' haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a bit stupid ain't it? but i am determined :&lt;br /&gt;i SHALL be a domestic goddess!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this is Nigella Lawson and Kat von D..&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, the differences of men and women's mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SCGCZugei8I/AAAAAAAAADs/xGsuuzpj-uU/s1600-h/NigellaExpress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SCGCZugei8I/AAAAAAAAADs/xGsuuzpj-uU/s400/NigellaExpress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197578823454854082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SCGCZ-gei9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/U2kzMdp4Vhg/s1600-h/LAINK001_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SCGCZ-gei9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/U2kzMdp4Vhg/s400/LAINK001_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197578827749821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2546851366320763707?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2546851366320763707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2546851366320763707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2546851366320763707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2546851366320763707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-be-domestic-goddess.html' title='i want to be a domestic goddess'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SCGCZugei8I/AAAAAAAAADs/xGsuuzpj-uU/s72-c/NigellaExpress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6222816497927860661</id><published>2008-04-30T20:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:54:07.594+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i thank, you..</title><content type='html'>We are all used to saying thanks&lt;br /&gt;we express it verbally when we get small favours&lt;br /&gt;or give a token of something when the help is more than just a favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's a teacher or authority figures we give little useful souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;when it's a friend we make sure we're always by their side, supporting&lt;br /&gt;when it's our parents we try to be obedient and fulfill their wishes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do we give, what do I give when the favor is so heartfelt?&lt;br /&gt;more than a small favor, more than a help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one that give me more than just ease, but also peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;the luxury of knowing not only will there be someone to cradle me when i cry, he will also bring a smile back to me.&lt;br /&gt;the assurance that everything bad won't be as bad&lt;br /&gt;and appreciation for the small blessings i overlooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one that i just realised today, made me a better Me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6222816497927860661?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6222816497927860661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6222816497927860661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6222816497927860661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6222816497927860661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-thank-you.html' title='i thank, you..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-575339972444976533</id><published>2008-04-21T17:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:55:05.685+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skripsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>potential signs of breakdown</title><content type='html'>i got home from campus around 2 and sat in front of the tv and eat a bowl of indomie goreng and stayed there unlifting my ass watchin HBO for the next 3 hours. and that my friend are potential signs of a break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont usually watch TV that much&lt;br /&gt;I dont usually eat instant noodles impulsively. heck i don't even eat it once a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care to ask WHY anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason number 1 is beacuse i am sooo fed up doing my thesis!!&lt;br /&gt;the sight, the smell, of my beloved campus makes me want to puke. and so are the streets! i endure the 30 minute drive towards it cursing every goddamn motorcycles and non-pedestrian (the governments are too busy to build any sidewalk on minor streets) along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason number 2 is i am sooo fed up with my f-ing pembimbing skripsi!&lt;br /&gt;He is SUCH a perfectionist! i know i know it's for my own good.. but why WHY?? WHY? does he never, NEVER cut me some slack? and if any of the other professor cut me slack, he cut THEM! goodness!! i just want my bachelor degree! is that too much to ask??? I need to GET ON with my LIFE jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason number 3 is i am contemplating on fraud attempts..&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learned going to campus today after discussing things with my friends: when you face a dead end fraud is the answer.  FUCKIN FRAUD IS FINE MY FRIEND! ha! right now i got little voices inside my head trying to justify things if then i fraud it.. "it's ok, it's just a teensy weensy manipulations.. " "it's not like you killed anyone" "oh come on, do you want to get that degree or not?" and the most poserful one "everyone's doing it! your seniors did! your friends encouraged you! your juniors will, betcha! maybe even your professors did back in the days!"&lt;br /&gt;i am a corrupt student. there i admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason number 4 i am soo pressured seeing my friends doing their thesis&lt;br /&gt;it's weird i know. but i hate seeing them ahead of me, or doing it slower than i do. i wish they're not doing it at all. i wish we don't need to do any of this at all and graduate anyway!!! why? because it's TIRING. and when we see each other we will, we MUST ask each other how our thesis' are going. or else we'd be like parents meeting and not asking about each others' kids' it's just plain rude.. and it's DEPRESSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on top of all that i chipped my teeth this weekend! my front tooth! i look like a witch! it happened when i was having dinner with my boyfriend and afterwards i can't kiss him without being cautious or i'd hurt him. which i already did. and he gave a big 'ouch' beore letting me go. and that is so not sexy to have when you're kissing. never sexy, i might add..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. why didn't i develop a smoking habit? or drinking?? it shouldn't be too late to adopt the later right? afterall i love cocktails..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to all parties that might be in any sort of way offended by this, please understand these are all rants.. they're just RANTS ok?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-575339972444976533?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/575339972444976533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=575339972444976533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/575339972444976533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/575339972444976533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/04/potential-signs-of-breakdown.html' title='potential signs of breakdown'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1913675673313019943</id><published>2008-03-31T09:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:55:32.092+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galleries'/><title type='text'>galleries and museums</title><content type='html'>this morning i browsed some websites and found good ones (fashionesedaily.com), and salah satu artikelnya featured this gril lucy, an indonesian who lives in newcastle, she's a graphic designer and i clicked to read her blog which is sadly on hiatus. anyways there were a lot of beautiful pictures and photos, and a story about her visit to tate modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGIRI banget!!!&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes regret not taking the science major on high school, i was so stubborn to take the social major. Padahal my merits were more than enough to take science but i decided it would be a good time to rebel against my mom who wanted me to be a doctor real badly. it was too late when i realised that a science major is required to enroll to jurusan arsitektur. gue selalu mikir ngambil jurusan IPA ngga ada masa depannya buat gue. since i dont think i could ever be a doctor, dan jurusan" IPA lainnya is super duper tak menarik buat gue. kalo gue mau belajar marketing in the end buat apa toh susah susah belajar IPA? gue lupa bahwa on the list of jurusan" itu ada jurusan arsitektur. i was like, "oh iya.. ya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the point is i wish i had surrounded my life with more beauty. i wish i live someplace where i could get to museums and galleries easily. that's why i love europe so so so much. well, London and Paris lah ya, secara cuma dua kota itu yang pernah gue datengi. especially Paris. Living in Paris would be like living in a museum. you need to only step out of your home and everywhere are century old buildings and gardens with beautiful statues and fountains. and there's musee d'orsay! aduuuhhh.. super dehh.. really i'd LIVE in musee d'orsay. surrounded with all those paintings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst living in london would be like living in a fashion show. it's bursting with energy and modernity, the people are stylish too in a more grungy street way. they've also got beautiful modern structures and galleries and museums.. waktu ke London gue ga sempet ke Tate, V&amp;amp;A, and natural history, padahal i wanted to so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayanya masih lama Jakarta bisa kaya gitu.. soalnya according to MAslow's hierarchy of needs pyramid, this need of aesthetical ini termasuk ke 'self actualization' yang adanya is on top of the pyramid. sementara di jakarta ini needs yang di bawahnya nya aja belum bisa terpenuhi yaitu 'security' sama 'esteem'. kalo security in ya jelas ya keamanan.. lalu kalau esteem ini bisa diprovide ke warga jakarta dengan memberikan public places yang nyaman, aman, dan GRATIS. karena esteem ini bisa didapet by interacting and engaging in activities with others. ngga seperti sekarang ini dimana safety dan esteem ini kita mesti BELI. ya kan? kalau mau rumah aman ya employ satpam buat jagain rumah loe. itu juga belum tentu bisa jadi jaminan. mau ketemu orang", ke mall misalnya ya mesti punya uang. ada memang public spaces yang terjangkau tapi sedikit dan jauh dari pemukiman, mungkin in terms of miles ngga jauh" banget, tapi kan jakarta trafficnya gila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa hari yang lalu gue di pretest-in kuesioner skripsinya temen gue dan salah satu pertanyaannya itu:&lt;br /&gt;"apakah anda akan menjadi warga jakarta 5-10 tahun ke depan?" on a scale of 1 to 5, 1 untuk sangat tidak setuju dan 5 untuk sangat setuju.&lt;br /&gt;jawab gue : yaaa mudah-mudahan sih ngga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang sih katanya sebagai warga jakarta kita sendiri yang harus membangun jakarta.. tapi sometimes i think it's beyond repair. bukan gedung", tata kotanya yang beyond repair tapi otak dan hati nurani orang" Pemda itu yang beyond repair. those fuckin greedy son of bitches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to be so offensive but everyone must agree with me.. ya ngga? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1913675673313019943?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1913675673313019943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1913675673313019943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skripsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><title type='text'>issues..</title><content type='html'>akhir-akhir ini ada dua pertanyaan yang seriiiiiiiing banget diajukan ke gue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertama:&lt;br /&gt;"Jadi 'kapan' nih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kedua:&lt;br /&gt;"udah sampe mana skripsinya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it strange bahwa pertanyaan soal skripsi justru menduduki peringkat kedua. dan orang yang menanyakan skripsi gue biasanya abis itu langsung nanyain pertanyaan yang pertama.. apalagi pas gue ke kawinan sodara gue beberapa hari yang lalu.. beuuuuhhhh.. gue bahkan belum masuk ke gedung waktu pertanyaan soal nikah itu ditanyakan ke gue.. dan waktu di dalam gedung lebih gila lagi.. bahkan tante-tante jauh gue menyatakan sudah membentuk kepanitiaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'inang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue cuma bisa keheranan, malu sendiri sambil ketawa-ketawa aneh dan bilang "aduuuh.. doain aja skripsinya dulu ya tante.. biar cepet dan lancar.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kalo udah denger kata 'cepet' yang gue lontarkan biasanya terus lawan biacar gue bilang "biar cepet kawin ya?" aduuuhhh bukan itu juga kaliii.. i need to do this for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo kata nyokap "ya bagus teh.. berarti kan pada ngedoain supaya kamu jodohnya cepet.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahiya sih.. gue ngerti juga dan seneng juga krn they are wishing me well. apalagi di keluarga ga pernah denger gue punya pacar. dan tau-tau sekarang gue pacarannya serius.. ya ngerti juga sih kalo jadi pengen tau.. dan bukannya gue ngga mikirin itu juga.. tapi i'm just a very private person. dan for rite now skripsi is on top of my list. rasanya belum pantes aja ngomongin nikah"an kalau 'hutang' yang besar dan susah dibayar ini belum terselesaikan. one step at a time dong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terusnya juga kok kayanya skripsi ini malah jadi dioverlooked.. kayanya gue cuma ngerjain karena pengen cepet selesai aja padahal gue bener-bener serius ngerjainnya, dan tema yang gue angkat juga ngga gampang.. tapi sepertinya orang-orang lebih tertarik ngomongin what's after the skripsi.. padahal kan gue lagi mencoba berprestasi nih.. making my own mark in this world gitulah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, well.. anyways.. wish me well lah ya.. on both subjects.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4375936927630718986?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4375936927630718986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4375936927630718986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4375936927630718986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4375936927630718986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/03/issues.html' title='issues..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1713668683216169970</id><published>2008-03-09T09:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:56:39.596+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a glass of chocolate martini would do great right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, even at this early hours.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1713668683216169970?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1713668683216169970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1713668683216169970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1713668683216169970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1713668683216169970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/03/glass-of-chocolate-martini-would-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6083502292289342530</id><published>2008-03-08T11:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:57:01.113+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skripsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>lelah</title><content type='html'>ya ampun.. capek banget deh rasanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang minggu ini kayanya aktivitas" yang gue lakukan penuh dengan 'mengejar'. Mengejar dosen, mengejar kuncen ruangan dosen (iya, bahkan dia perlu gue kejar-kejar), mengejar buku, dan mengejar waktu tentunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heran deh gue sama segala aparat dan unsur otoritas di kampus gue tercinta. kok kayanya susaaaahhh banget buat mahasiswa nyari informasi, my goodness sekedar pinjem buku di perpus S2 ajaa.. masa sih gue mesti buat surat rekomendasi dari sub bagian akademik. yang ma'inaaang kerjanya super lelet it takes them 3 to 4 days to make it. padahal template tinggal cetak dan ditanda tangan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi ngejar dosen dan tandatangannya. kebetulan pembimbing gue dosen ekstensi jadi standbynya itu malem. sehingga notes bimbingan, acc sidang outline skripsi dan tanda tangan lain" suka dia tinggal di mejanya untuk gue ambil keesokan paginya. and you know what itu kuncen ruangan dosen kekeuh gamau bukain pintu sebelum jam 2 siang, jam operasional ekstensi, padahal dia tau gue udah nungguin dari jam 10 dan dia juga udah dari jam segitu. dan kegiatannya itu tak lain adalah ngopi dan bersosialisasi dengan kuncen" di kampus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heraaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnn deeeeeehhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huffffffff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. mudahkanlah jalanku.. tinggal 3 bulan lagi niiihhh.. aku mau lulus semester inii.. HARUS lulus semester ini.. huhuhuhu.. aku mau wisuda pake paduan suara anak baru.. and i don't want to answer another question from my mom "lho? jadi mama harus bayaran lagi?" and i want to start working, mau punya duit sendiri, gaji awal minimal 3 juta (mulai banyak maunya), mau beli apartemen kelas menengah pake KPR mandiri.. (gara" kebanyakan nonton infomercial sabtu pagi nih" :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaahhh mau mandi dulu aahhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6083502292289342530?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6083502292289342530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6083502292289342530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6083502292289342530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6083502292289342530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/03/lelah.html' title='lelah'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5967003826607624333</id><published>2008-03-05T08:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:57:28.878+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><title type='text'>tentang menjadi perempuan</title><content type='html'>Kemaren gue dateng ke acara presentasi paper Mahasiswa Berprestasi Administrasi (Mapres ADM) yang digelar himpunan jurusan gue, dan sebagai badan pengurus hariannya tentu gue hadir. Kebetulan salah satu paper yang dipresentasiin judulnya ‘Figur Perempuan Indonesia yang Tepat untuk Pembangunan’. Dan kebetulan ketika duduk di auditorium kampus yang bikin menggigil kedinginan itu gue sedang sakit pinggang akut akibat kodrat gue sebagai perempuan yang setiap bulan menitahkan tubuh gue mesti menanggung ngilu luruhnya dinding rahim. Merasa sangat perempuan saat itu, jadinya gue ingin nulis tentang apa rasanya menjadi perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak orang – perempuan yang merasa termarginalisasikan, terdiskriminasi karena ia seorang perempuan. Mungkin contohnya kaum feminis? Ngga tau juga karena gue kurang paham nilai-nilai kaum feminis. Anyways, isu ini yang diangkat sama paper ade kelas gue kemarin itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi menurut gue being a woman isn’t that bad. Kesempatan yang kita peroleh merata kok, kalaupun masih ada dikotomi ‘perempuan itu tempatnya di dapur’ di beberapa sudut gelap masyarakat kita itu hal yang wajar. Bagaimanapun proses berubahnya pola pikir masyarakat kan sesuatu yang evolutif, apalagi terkait dengan akar kebudayaan melayu kita yang patriarki akut. Yang terpenting adalah perubahan terus terjadi dan mau ngga mau sudut-sudut gelap itu akan menjadi terang juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sendiri melihat ‘penempatan awal’ perempuan di dapur itu merupakan sebuah privilege. Apalagi dengan perkembangan jaman, sehingga sangat luwesnya ‘penempatan’ itu, perempuan jaman sekarang bisa memilih dimana tempatnya, didapurkah atau di meja kerja bersama laki-laki. Itu artinya kita perempuan lebih bebas memilih calling kita yang mana yang mau kita jawab. Kita boleh mencetak prestasi di kantor memenuhi kebutuhan aktualisasi diri. Ini memang kodrati manusia dan memberi kita jawaban pada masyarakat kita yang semakin materialistis bahwa ‘gue juga bisa sehebat laki-laki’. (karena kita memang bisa kan? ;D) Atau menjawab our true nature’s calling which is to nurture a family and conserve human race, menjawab tuntutan masyarakat dengan cara yang agak berbeda : menciptakan generasi muda (baca: keturunan) yang berkualitas. Cara yang terakhir ini sepertinya emang lebih sulit dan menantang, tapi itu dia kodrat perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sendiri bercita-cita menjadi perempuan ideal yang bisa memenuhi keduanya. Mengaktualisasi diri dan kemudian menjadi pelestari ras manusia, karena menjadi ibu yang cerdas tentunya akan sulit dilakukan kalo kita tidak mengaktualisasikan diri dengan baik. Karena self actualization leads to satisfaction, satisfaction leads to happiness, and happiness to.. hati yang ikhlas. Dan kalau melihat ibu gue sendiri dan teman atau tante-tante gue yang sudah jadi ibu, rasanya satu nilai moral yang paling penting dalam menjadi seorang ibu adalah: ikhlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi perempuan itu sebetulnya sebuah berkah. Lagi-lagi setidaknya, menurut gue. Kalau mau dibanding-bandingin dengan laki-laki rasanya ngga perlu. Toh emang dari sononya beda, bentuknya, cara pikirnya, semuanya. Calling mereka juga berbeda. Ngga ada untungnya menurut gue kalau kita perempuan berusaha terlalu keras bersaing sehingga berusaha hidup seperti laki-laki yang sejatinya ya menjawab calling laki-laki. Hal ini banyak ditemuin di dunia kerja yang memang sebagai tempat pencarian nafkah sudah puluhanjuta tahun jadi situs hidupnya maskulinitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konon katanya menurut para perempuan yang sudah berhasil mencapai level teratas tangga korporat itu, mereka menyesal telah memanjatinya sendirian, lupa menjawab calling mereka yang kedua itu, terlalu sibuk menyamai kolega laki-lakinya. Karena at the end of the day apa-apa yang mereka capai itu tidak bisa digunakan untuk menurture apapun kecuali ego mereka yang terlanjur luka. Kemudian kata wanita-wanita karir lain dari seluruh kejadian dalam hidupnya tidak ada kebahagiaan yang lebih besar daripada menyaksikan anak mereka tumbuh besar, naik jabatan itu ngga ada apa-apanya. Dan tentu yang paling beruntung ibu-ibu rumah tangga yang bekerja. Alias wanita yang pekerjaan utamanya adalah menjadi ibu tapi tetap punya karir sebagai tempat aktualisasi dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi perempuan itu sebuah berkah dan nikmat, we’re allowed to pick the best of both worlds. Tapi kita perempuan juga mesti berhati-hati, pintar-pintar memilih. Kesempatan memilih yang terbuka lebar memang selalu baik tapi juga membuka kesempatan salah pilih yang lebih lebar juga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5967003826607624333?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5967003826607624333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5967003826607624333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5967003826607624333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5967003826607624333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/03/tentang-menjadi-perempuan.html' title='tentang menjadi perempuan'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5643467474110520021</id><published>2008-02-27T11:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:58:03.183+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skripsi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>super ngga ada kerjaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took some time off working on my thesis.. soalnya senin kemarin udah ngumpulin revisi dan belum bimbingan lagi dan gue tau tiap kali selesai bimbingan gue jadi kaya orang kebakaran jenggot. Panik nyari buku dan bekerja di perpus sampe malem. mangka 2 hari ini gue niatkan untuk cuti dulu sebelum bimbingan lagi. the thing is gue ngga tau mesti ngapain nih sekarang.. kemaren udah pergi sama temen".. harusnya hari ini ke salon tapi kok males juga ya.. dari tadi so tempted to work on skripsinya lagi.. nambah"in apa kek.. tapi kayanya jangan ya.. huehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5643467474110520021?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5643467474110520021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5643467474110520021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5643467474110520021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5643467474110520021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-ngga-ada-kerjaan.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5540251439570759991</id><published>2008-02-19T21:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:58:36.305+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBRC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>MBRC</title><content type='html'>gue kuliah di fakultas ilmu sosial politik Universitas Indonesia yang menyandang predikat universitas TOP di tanah air ini. dan berhasil mengalahkan UGM dan ITB jadi top of mindnya orang" indonesia when it comes to universities. (padahal sih masih kalah jauh dehh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di kampus gw ada perpustakaan yang diberi nama Miriam Budiarjo Research Center (MBRC), named upon ibu Mir, salah satu pendiri FISIP dan wanita Indonesia pertama to be a scholar in politics.. baru baru ini disedian TV. mungkin maksudnya supaya menambah informasi kaya di perpus pascasarjana FE yang slalu masang CNN atau BBC itu.. (dengan catatan tvnya itu diluar perpusnya lhoo) tapi kok ya seharian ini TV di perpus gue itu masang.. infotainment??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veeery educative..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like screaming..&lt;br /&gt;what is this? an f-ing common room???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduh, did bu Mir stirred in her grave?&lt;br /&gt;peace be upon her.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5540251439570759991?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5540251439570759991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5540251439570759991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5540251439570759991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5540251439570759991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/02/mbrc.html' title='MBRC'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6692790806073471806</id><published>2008-02-17T17:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:59:01.086+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so weird spending a sunday without abang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyaahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kangen kangen kangen kangen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(blogging thrice a day, is just pathetic isn't it?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6692790806073471806?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6692790806073471806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6692790806073471806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6692790806073471806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6692790806073471806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-weird-spending-sunday-without-abang.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8154471484148306306</id><published>2008-02-17T16:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:59:42.213+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>theirs and ours</title><content type='html'>kemarin ke the edge kemang sama abang. awalnya mau nonton jumper, telat 1/2 jam, terus ke cafe aksara kemang lagi di renov, kecewa kamipun mencari penghiburan ke the edge. waktu nyampe disitu ternyata all but two of the tables are already reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"weekend sih mas.." kata waiternya..&lt;br /&gt;"valentine weekend" i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a researcher abang observes the place (he just can't leave his profession behind can't he? men..) dan melaporkan situasi ke gue. "anak kecil semua babe.." forgetting that i might still be in the category.. -which is good, that he forgets- lalu datanglah sepasang muda mudi, yang cewe pakai dress merah dan cardigan, carrying a bouquet. cowonya pake jas kegedean trying hard to impress her. they must've been only 15 or 16. terus kita komentar"in gitu, juga pasangan" lain yang lagi pada makan candlelight dinner. cewe"nya rapi-rapi pakai dress dan cowonya juga rapi" probably sambil deg-degan ngeliat harga yang ada di menu. beda banget sama kita berdua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super nyantai pake jins, duduk di bar instead of the candlelit tables, drinking before dinner (we were gong to my dad's birthday afterwards). unromantic and totally comfortable. haha of course i'd love it abang comes bringing me roses or chocolates or those other sweet sweet cheesy stuff. tapi i love the talks we have everynight before bed or our lazy couch potato weekends already. the simple things we share everyday. and i'd rather not have the cheesy momentarily stuff daripada ngga punya semua itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo kata abang:&lt;br /&gt;"kalo kita everyday is valentine's day kan babe?"&lt;br /&gt;"iya dooong!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(blogging twice a day.. ketauan banget ngga ada kerjaannya.. hueehhehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8154471484148306306?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8154471484148306306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8154471484148306306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8154471484148306306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8154471484148306306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/02/theirs-and-ours.html' title='theirs and ours'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5578043262026323689</id><published>2008-02-17T14:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:00:14.812+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>trying to be honest</title><content type='html'>i have a problem with honesty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat gue sangat sulit untuk mengungkpakan (cuih), mengutarakan apa yang gue rasakan. the things that's mounting up inside me sampai akhirnya it explodes. or someone else notices it and make me say it outloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukannya gue suka menutupnutupi.. tapi i find comfort in keeping things to myself. karena by keeping it then i'd escape conflict, or so it seems karena actuallly cuma menunda. karena gue selalu berharap by keeping it the problem would go away by itself. dan most times because i just can't describe what i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dating me would be a tough job for the unpatient because you would have to sit me down and ask what's wrong when i act strange. upon the first question i would say 'nothing, i'm ok' and smile, because: 1. i want it to be ok, 2. i don't want you to be hurt or burdened by my complaints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had an issue with abang.. and he sat me down and we talked and he was very helpful comforting me helped me get it off my chest, tapi belum semuanya.. and it's not because i didn't want to tell him tapi at the time i didn't know how to lay it on the table.. but i had time to think and retrace and now i know. and i so have to tell him. tapi susaaahhh.. karena i'm not used to telling people how i feel! it's just so DAMN scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now i'm stressed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5578043262026323689?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5578043262026323689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5578043262026323689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5578043262026323689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5578043262026323689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/02/trying-to-be-honest.html' title='trying to be honest'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1900485690038041828</id><published>2008-02-16T10:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:00:40.488+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karl lagerfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>kata monsieur lagerfeld:</title><content type='html'>" (fashion) is about what you do, what you will do, you can think about what you have done later"&lt;br /&gt;-Karl Lagerfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi pagi pas gw liat TV pas banget si Mr. Lagerfeld lagi ngomong itu.. dan gue langsung terpacu gara" denger itu. maksudnya si Mister adalah ngga usah ngbangga''in, nginget"  apa yang udah lo capai, yang penting fokus ke prestasi selanjutnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super saat ini gue ingin segera amat sekali mencapai target secepatnya yakni : jadi SARJANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayanya kalo belum kelar itu skripsi hidup gue belum bisa berlanjut lagi. aduh ngga sabar pengen cepet-cepet kerja, 'be out there' or whatever. pengen ngantor lagi kaya pas magang.. tapi wondering juga will i enjoy working as much as before soalnya kan kalo magang bisa dibilang ngga ada tanggung jawabnya. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudah"an aja ngga susah nyari kerja nantinya. contrary to my friends yang sepertinya eager to climb the corporate ladder and be CMOs and CEOs gue malah berencana stop working when i'm 35 terus jadi dosen.. hahahaha mangkanya selama sekitar 13 tahun kesempatan gue kerja itu gue mesti bisa jadi yang TOP.. ciyeee.. yahgitu dehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini mau ke RAgunan nih sama si Abang! ahhahahahahhahaa tak lupa bawa kamera, tiker dan mini compo buat karaoke hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1900485690038041828?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1900485690038041828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1900485690038041828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1900485690038041828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1900485690038041828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/02/kata-monsieur-lagerfeld.html' title='kata monsieur lagerfeld:'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-946762137185402350</id><published>2008-02-06T21:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:01:20.922+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='object of desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess?'/><title type='text'>the GUESS sale</title><content type='html'>hey!! 3 hari kemarin ada yagn dateng ngga ke sale Guess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose warga ibukota especially yang berjenis kelamin perempuan dan punya hobi blanja blanji or at least window shopping tentu tau event sale Guess di hotel Mulia sejak hari senin kemarin. dan gue merupakan salah satu pengunjung bersemangat ke sale tersebut. I'm not a big Guess fan but any sale event gives me adrenaline rush dan yang ngajakin kesana itu nyokap.. so why not siapa tau iseng-iseng berhadiah hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ternyata oh my god dragon.. sepanjang sejarah hidup gue sebagai wanita i have not seen such inhumanity of women. the best way to describe situasi di tempat sale itu adalah bagaikan filem resident evil, or 28 days/weeks later, atau yang teranyar i am legend. intinya: film zombie. i swear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super parah itu ibu" nyerbu bak yang isinya tas guess. and please also note bak-baknya itu berjejer sepanjang kurang lebih 40 meter sepanjang ballroom hotel mulia. ngga tega gue sama nyokap, akhirnya gue suru dia tunggu di pinggiran sementara gue maju menerabas jejeran ibu-ibu. dia cuma memberikan kriteria tas yagn diinginkan : besar, cream colored. abis itu gue ngambilin alternatif" lain dari ibu" laen yang ngga jadi mau beli dan lagi mau ngebalikin barangnya ke bak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cuma gue yang dateng kesana sebagai asisten ibu. gue ketemu anak cowok yang lagi mau ngebalikin an armful of bags. armful disini maksudnya waktu gue ketemu itu anak di tangan kirinya lagi berjejer sekitar 10 handbags abis dipilih ibunya. terus gue minta salah satunya buat nyokap ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai di kasir dengan 4 tas,.. 1 for me, 2 for my mom, and 1 for my aunt's birthday gift. karena malu bawanya satu kantong belanja kita isi 2 tas, padahal sama mbanya mau 1 tas 1 kantong. sebenernya sih score gue sama nyokap rendah secara ada yang beli sampe belasan tas tapi dia mau jualan di luar kota ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untungnya iseng gue kali ini beneran berhadiah hehehe i got a raoul hobo bag.. and i love the bag..it's brown and the leather's really soft.. keren abissss! yang lebih keren lagi gue dibeliin itu tanpa meminta lho sama nyokap hehehhe. (lagi akur) cuman pas terus udah bayar terus pulang gue malah ngga enak.. rasanya malu mau pake tas itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? karena itu dibeliin.. dan tas itu mahaaal.. ngga terlalu sih dibanding brand lain dan itu udah diskon 50% pula.. tapi that's a big amount of money for me krn bagi gue uang sebanyak itu susah banget dapetnya ya.. sebetulnya tas anya kesayangan yang biasa gue pake sehari-hari lebih mahal dari tas itu, tapi i bought it myself. i saved up dan super menahan nafsu (baik makan maupun belanja) selama beberapa lama, so i feel like i've earned it. tapi tas ini dibeliin ngga ada angin ngga ada hujan. ulang tahun kaga, bagi rapot kaga.. to wear this bag i didn't need to starve myself. it feels weird dan *tring* tiba" aja ada tanpa rencana. i can't remember the last time my parents ever bought me anything kalo lagi ngga ada event. rasanya kaya gue anak manja bangeeettt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu my mom offered, "terus gimana dong teh? mau dibayar aja nih uang mama?"&lt;br /&gt;yah kaga ada duitnya jugaa...&lt;br /&gt;huahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm lagi pengen beli radio nih.. mau pake ezpay.. tapi agak ngeri ngutang" ke bank buat radio doang pula hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-946762137185402350?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/946762137185402350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=946762137185402350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/946762137185402350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/946762137185402350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-sale.html' title='the GUESS sale'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5573488810552085100</id><published>2008-02-05T08:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:01:57.332+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>regarding my previous post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true.. so true!&lt;br /&gt;hihihi enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks for my auntie pipo for the references..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5573488810552085100?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5573488810552085100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5573488810552085100' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>on my mother</title><content type='html'>you see i have a mother.. (yaiyalah tong! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately gue merasa i get to see too much of her.. Nyokap gue itu..hm, apa ya.. kadang" enak juga sih kalo lagi sama dia. orangnya cerewet, banyak cerita, dan jaman"nya gue baru jadian enak ngobrol sama nyokap. karena my boyf's older than me (dan maksud gw bukan cuma 3-4 tahun older) and she kinda fill me in about boys his age, well men. she was really someone i could talk to back then karena it's kinda difficult to talk to my friends about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalo keseringan ketemu, lama-lama.. kasarnya eneg deh..&lt;br /&gt;i go to the gym most mornings with her.  and as we all know mornings are every mom's favorite time to yak. on my servant's cooking, my sister running late, etc. and she's always commenting about something about me. either its my big arms, or my yoga moves yang ngga perfect (padahal hell-oo i did so much better the instructor praised me), or the long time i took taking a shower (which is around 15 minutes by the way). this is very very very annoying karena firstly i'm not one who likes to talk or hear someone talk that much. secondly that is lots of negative energy she's spreading and i am keen to keep the positive energy early mornings give me. sometimes i try to reason her pelan-pelan, sometimes agak keras. tapi most of the times i just put my Instant Personal Discommunicator a.k.a ipod on and pretend to be getting such amusements by watching other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she's not critiquing me then she'd talking about herself. either it's her diet or her most recent hobby: singing -on stage-.  trust me this is also annoying. karena after that she'd persuade me (in a highly forceful way) to join her diet or her singing class, OR get this: she'd start practise her singing..&lt;br /&gt;the only time i could stand her is when she's gossipping. -my bad- :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a mother could feel so.. burdening sometimes. whilst i'm the one really burdening her.. gue masih numpang, and all my expenses masih ditanggung. which get me to thinking about leaving the house.. bukannya kabur, tapi tinggal sendiri.. ntarlah yaa kalo udah kerja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue ngiri sama ade gue yang ngekos.. to be in her own 2 feet. dan yang paling asik kalo udah pulang ke rumah banyak jamuannya dari nyokap hahaha that's why i love travelling alone.. karena kan when you're by yourself you'll get to know yourself best.. that's another story lah ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom sounds kinda bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;i don't worry cause i believe your moms must have that side you hate too.. maybe even worse? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all at the end of the day they're still our moms.. one who must love you and whom you love.. meski kelihatannya ngga begitu and boy is it hard to point what about her you love.&lt;br /&gt;one cannot choose a mother she'd love but one can choose to love her mother (meski saying ini seringkali pengen ditambahin  ujungnya 'who doesn't love her back' hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1560101293253790072?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1560101293253790072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1560101293253790072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1560101293253790072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1560101293253790072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-my-mother_31.html' title='on my mother'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5061372878464976484</id><published>2008-01-31T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:21:06.424+07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my mother</title><content type='html'>you see i have a mother.. (yaiyalah tong! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately gue merasa i get to see too much of her.. Nyokap gue itu..hm, apa ya.. kadang" enak juga sih kalo lagi sama dia. orangnya cerewet, banyak cerita, dan jaman"nya gue baru jadian enak ngobrol sama nyokap. karena my boyf's older than me (dan maksud gw bukan cuma 3-4 tahun older) and she kinda fill me in about boys his age, well men. she was really someone i could talk to back then karena it's kinda difficult to talk to my friends about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalo keseringan ketemu, lama-lama.. kasarnya eneg deh..&lt;br /&gt;i go to the gym most mornings with her.  and as we all know mornings are every mom's favorite time to yak. on my servant's cooking, my sister running late, etc. and she's always commenting about something about me. either its my big arms, or my yoga moves yang ngga perfect (padahal hell-oo i did so much better the instructor praised me), or the long time i took taking a shower (which is around 15 minutes by the way). this is very very very annoying karena firstly i'm not one who likes to talk or hear someone talk that much. secondly that is lots of negative energy she's spreading and i am keen to keep the positive energy early mornings give me. sometimes i try to reason her pelan-pelan, sometimes agak keras. tapi most of the times i just put my Instant Personal Discommunicator a.k.a ipod on and pretend to be getting such amusements by watching other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she's not critiquing me then she'd talking about herself. either it's her diet or her most recent hobby: singing -on stage-.  trust me this is also annoying. karena after that she'd persuade me (in a highly forceful way) to join her diet or her singing class, OR get this: she'd start practise her singing.. &lt;br /&gt;the only time i could stand her is when she's gossipping. -my bad- :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a mother could feel so.. burdening sometimes. whilst i'm the one really burdening her.. gue masih numpang, and all my expenses masih ditanggung. which get me to thinking about leaving the house.. bukannya kabur, tapi tinggal sendiri.. ntarlah yaa kalo udah kerja.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue ngiri sama ade gue yang ngekos.. to be in her own 2 feet. dan yang paling asik kalo udah pulang ke rumah banyak jamuannya dari nyokap hahaha that's why i love travelling alone.. karena kan when you're by yourself you'll get to know yourself best.. that's another story lah ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom sounds kinda bad huh? &lt;br /&gt;i don't worry cause i believe your moms must have that side you hate too.. maybe even worse? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all at the end of the day they're still our moms.. one who must love you and whom you love.. meski kelihatannya ngga begitu and boy is it hard to point what about her you love. &lt;br /&gt;one cannot choose a mother she'd love but one can choose to love her mother (meski saying ini seringkali pengen ditambahin  ujungnya 'who doesn't love her back' hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5061372878464976484?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5061372878464976484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5061372878464976484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5061372878464976484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5061372878464976484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-my-mother.html' title='on my mother'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-9216382773922739890</id><published>2008-01-26T09:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:03:15.241+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descartes'/><title type='text'>cogito ergo sum</title><content type='html'>i know a few people whom most of the times or at least these last few years most of the times spent their life feeling miserable..&lt;br /&gt;memang sih i can't say that their life are easy either. tapi it's not THAT miserable, despite of their problems they are lucky, they get chances and blessings that only few people get. And they seem to always dramatize things yang memang udah berat in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst i also know some people that despite their difficulties always appear happy and cheerful, and when asked they will always say that they live a happy life. i never suspected before that they have so much drama in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a strong believer of the saying "you are what you think you are" or as Descartes puts it (but in a much more philosophical way) "Cogito, Ergo sum" or "i think therefore i am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that&lt;br /&gt;when you think you are miserable, then you ARE miserable&lt;br /&gt;when you think you are fabolous, then of course you ARE.&lt;br /&gt;or if you are not what you think you are yet, you WILL be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in high school i always insanely have faith that i will get through SPMB and study in UI, i even rejected ALL submission from other campuses convincing my mom i'd get through. and it did came true.. (untungnya)&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend who thinks she has a dramatic lovelife, well she still has a dramatic lovelife until now.&lt;br /&gt;i used to want a boyfriend who speaks english well, i kinda screened those boys thru their english and my boyfriend now speaks english so much better than i do, sometimes i get nervous :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes well, for myself i always try to look at the bright side of things. i like to laugh at my miseries, karena they are funny after you get through it, why not look for it's funny side whle you're at it? i believe that from every difficulties there is challenge and a chance to laugh at and better yourself no matter how small it is. sure i get cranky sometimes but i try to laugh at it at the end of the day. selain itu, when you look at something badly it tends to have a domino effect, you'll look at everything else after it badly too. ya kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend everyone.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-9216382773922739890?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/9216382773922739890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=9216382773922739890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/9216382773922739890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/9216382773922739890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/cogito-ergo-sum.html' title='cogito ergo sum'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3686951580110667689</id><published>2008-01-26T09:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:03:47.968+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>oleh-oleh dari bali</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello! I am back!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih capek niiiihhh :p asik gila di Bali.. lebih karena orang"nya sih ya, dari dulu sih Bali sama sama aja.. ternyata perginya jadi berdelapan! Lila tiba" bisa ikut meskipun pulangnya duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky us girls cowo"nya semua suka fotografi, bahkan ditpe bawa kamera SLR digital dan kamera bawah air hahaha berasa kaya model deh jalan-jalannya foto fotooo mulu.. we went to GWK, tanah lot, waterbom, scooted around kuta, legian, dan tentunya blanja blanja di poppies dan legian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing yang jadi pelajaran: super ngga mau lagi gue minum kebanyakan! yak sodara sodari setelah sekian lama akhirnya kawan anda ini merasakan yang namanya mabuk. tepat di usia ke21 jadi legal lah ya hehe., well ngga penting, intinya kapok deh gue.. hangovernya itu lhoo.. eeww sampe eneg ngeliat botol :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untungnya temen" gue super baik semuanya jadi ngga dikerja"in, although tentunya ya tetep diledekin besok paginya.. ahahahaha somehow gue agak ngerasa kaya ini liburan penutupan,jadi emang sepatutnya pol-polan hehe.. karena dari sini we'll be going ahead dengan hidup masing" lagi.. some of us are going to study or work abroad, dan tahun ini kan insya Allah yang lain lulus kuliah semua dan rasanya itu berarti semua akan makin sibuk aja sama urusan masing"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so very lucky to have them and those moments lah.. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3686951580110667689?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3686951580110667689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3686951580110667689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3686951580110667689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3686951580110667689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/oleh-oleh-dari-bali.html' title='oleh-oleh dari bali'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1175900128435602360</id><published>2008-01-17T08:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:04:15.426+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>super excited!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hari ini berangkat ke Baliii!!!!! yeaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimsuit - check!&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses - check!&lt;br /&gt;shorts - check!&lt;br /&gt;sundresses - check!&lt;br /&gt;sunblock - check!&lt;br /&gt;tanning oil - check!&lt;br /&gt;sandals - check!&lt;br /&gt;sleeping bag and pillows - check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lho kok sleeping bag? karena well get this: the 7 of us will be staying in 1 hotel room!&lt;br /&gt;that's me, dedes, ibonk, Ditpe, wendy,bule and supersize maul.. yah 8 orang deh kalo gitu itungannya haha..&lt;br /&gt;dan untuk menjaga privacy, keamanan tidur serta menenangkan hati abang yang takut pacarnya 'keserempet' gue udah siap dengan sleeping bag. tapi tentu dengan harapan gue dan cewe" tetep tidur di kasur dan sleeping bagnya dipake cowo" aja hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah pasti seru abis! sudah lama ga pergi sama temen" SMA gila ku ini.. apalagi cowonya yang caur caur dan cukup dekat jadi nyaman pergi sama mereka. dan pastinya tim bodoh deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am gonna be crossing my parents' basic behavioral rules!&lt;br /&gt;sekamar sama cowo", memakai baju mini (tapi yang ini sih mrk tau), naek motor (probably), alcohol and maybe even smoke. tapi yang terakhir ini sangat ingin gue hindari.. so for those of you who read this please dont tell until i'm home.. (Jivi! Jilly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jetting off!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait! cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1175900128435602360?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1175900128435602360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1175900128435602360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1175900128435602360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1175900128435602360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-excited.html' title='super excited!!!!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3238233230826801654</id><published>2008-01-15T18:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:05:43.695+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>menunggu abang</title><content type='html'>halah judulnyaaa hahaha harusnya skalian aja ditambahin 'dari perantauan' ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya nihhhhh menyebalkan..&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya sebulan ini akan sulit bertemu dengan abang.. soalnya kita berdua pergi ke luar kota, ngga barengan tentunya. weekend kemaren udah ngga barengan soalnya he went to Makassar tuh, tapi tadi udah pulang dan hopefully setelah sholat maghrib langsung cabut ke rumah gue hehehe.. terusnya lusa gue ke Bali, baru pulang selasa. Dan ada kemungkinan hari selasa itu si Abang pergi ke Jogja.. teteetttoweet..  abang bilang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kita kaya pasangan suami istri yang di sinetron ya yang dua"nya sibuk terus rumah tangganya terbengkalai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang sih jadi ribet.. pulsa telfon mahal pula.. tapi ngga apa" juga sih, i'm not complaining. alhamdulillah teman"ku banyak dan lincah-lincah jadi banyak yang nemenin huehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, well, risiko dating with older guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan lusa aku ke Baliiiiiii! BALI BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed my shorts, swimsuit, sunblock and tanning lotion already!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3238233230826801654?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3238233230826801654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3238233230826801654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3238233230826801654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3238233230826801654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/menunggu-abang.html' title='menunggu abang'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7585888557952447226</id><published>2008-01-03T14:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:06:19.701+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>resolutions 2008</title><content type='html'>1. bergelar S1!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. bergelar S1&lt;br /&gt;3. bergelar S1&lt;br /&gt;4. dapet kerjaan dengan gaji diatas 2 juta. (AAAMEEEN)&lt;br /&gt;5. melaksanakan rencana rahasia -yang sebetulnya ngga rahasia amat-&lt;br /&gt;6. belajar masak, bisa masak at leat 10 dishes! :p&lt;br /&gt;7. shalat 5 waktu&lt;br /&gt;8. bayar puasa&lt;br /&gt;9. Hidup sehat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah segitu dulu deh ntar lanjut lagi ya.. kok makin lama makin ble'e huahahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7585888557952447226?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7585888557952447226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7585888557952447226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7585888557952447226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7585888557952447226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutions-2008.html' title='resolutions 2008'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2408478496631408882</id><published>2008-01-03T14:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:06:42.255+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>1. First thing you did in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;. berembuk dengan pacar if it is new year already or 5 minutes too early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;. abang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you wearing in first&lt;br /&gt;moments of 08?&lt;br /&gt;. bright blue dress, elephant necklace, barefooted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. First thought?&lt;br /&gt;. Happy birthday abang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;. taken! :D (ketauan bedh lama menjomblo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was keeping you awake?&lt;br /&gt;. the super merry people in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what is the best thiing in 08 so&lt;br /&gt;far?&lt;br /&gt;. spending my days with abang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First place to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;. my own bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. First person to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;. abang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First person to hug ?&lt;br /&gt;. abang (capek deh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;. all buzz and fuss my sisters' friends were making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is your phone charged?&lt;br /&gt;. yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you prefer chocolate or milk?&lt;br /&gt;. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have nail polish on your&lt;br /&gt;toenails?&lt;br /&gt;. no, but i buff them always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you wearing pants?&lt;br /&gt;. on the eve, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Can you surf in 08?&lt;br /&gt;. kagak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First movie to watch?&lt;br /&gt;. the year my parents went on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. First person on the phone to?&lt;br /&gt;. marcya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you seen a ranga this year?&lt;br /&gt;. what is ranga ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Place stayed first in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;. belum nginep kemana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Closest thing to you that is&lt;br /&gt;purple.&lt;br /&gt;. the black bali shirt chichi just gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favourite thing firstly in 08?&lt;br /&gt;. selimut pesawat yang selalu ada di mobil abang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen fluro so far in 08?&lt;br /&gt;. fluro?1?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What colour was the sky first in&lt;br /&gt;2008?&lt;br /&gt;. dark with fireworks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2408478496631408882?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2408478496631408882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2408478496631408882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2408478496631408882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2408478496631408882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-210559240437313106</id><published>2007-12-29T09:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:07:05.087+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>lunch kemarin</title><content type='html'>kemarin i went to PIM.. well, tepatnya bukan went yah, tapi NGENDON, bayangin aja bayar parkir sampe 20ribu! wtf?! huahua pulang-pulang langsung mandi wajib dah gue, to clean all that consumerism yang melekat di tubuh gue hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, kemarin itu i had lunch with my highschool best friends yaitu Cherie dan Hany,, Usie absen kali ini karena harus mengantar ibu nya.. Kita makan di Sushi groove dari jam 1 sampe jam 4, ngobrol-ngbrol kaya gila.. dan oh my banyak bangettt deh perubahannya dari jaman SMA dulu.. mulai dari topik, makanan, dll.. entah kenapa kalo sama mereka berasa banget perbedaannya dari jaman dulu ke sekarang. Kalo lagi sama mereka gue merasa we really did grew up. Mungkin karena level keterbukaan yang amat tinggi pada satu sama lain dan teman-teman gue ini pengalaman hidupnya udah banyak banget. Dan lagi kita dari dulu bukan tipe sahabatan yang kemana-mana selalu bareng. Kalo jaman sekolah dulu sih iya ya, kalo di kelas dan di kantin seringnya bareng, tapi di luar itu ngga. Jadi kita punya pengalaman beda-beda, ketemu temen lain yang beda-beda, jadi kalo lagi ketemu berempatan 'rich' banget obrolannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways kemarin deh yang paling radikal.. seumur-umur sama mereka baru kali ini ngobrolin KB. huahahahahahaha dan maksudnya bukan KB as in how to not get pregnant karna you're doing it out of wedlock, tapi as in planned pregnancy gitu. terus cherie si ibu dokter menjelaskan dengan seksama.. Ya ampun.. Sejak Hany dilamar emang topik nikah-nikahan jadi makin sering diomongin, dan kita emang semuanya daridulu pengen nikah muda. ditambah lagi pacar-pacar kita semua sekarang lebih tua dan mereka udah mikir ke arah sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo 5 tahun yang lalu kita ngeliat cowo lebih karena dia baik, lucu, etc yang sebenernya ngga penting, sekarang kita mencari sosok (duh berat bet nih) suami, ayah dari mereka. kita ngga lagi nilai cowo dari appearance mereka aja, kalo dulu kayanya kan ganteng aja udah cukup. kalo sekarang malah ganteng itu ngga penting,, tapi pekerjaannya apa, keluarganya kaya apa, wataknya gimana cocok ngga dengan kita. bibit bebet bobot. 3 hal yang dulu kita anggap kolot, tapi ternyata memang penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tahun lagi obrolan kita apa ya?&lt;br /&gt;mungkin: "playgroup yang bagus buat anak gue yang mana ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-210559240437313106?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/210559240437313106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=210559240437313106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/210559240437313106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/210559240437313106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/12/lunch-kemarin.html' title='lunch kemarin'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3857791915695333786</id><published>2007-12-05T21:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:07:40.765+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>a beautiful wish</title><content type='html'>i received a beautiful birthday wish.. karena pertama, it is thoughtful and contemplative. dua hal yang memang perlu dilakukan dalam memasuki tahap orang dewasa ini. kedua, it was from mba vivi, one of the boss di tempat magang kemarin, RI. ngga nyangka aja she'd make the time to wish me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, Adik cantik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may God give you all the best in life, the passion to get them, and the patience to endure the road that may feel long to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv u,&lt;br /&gt;Vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aamiin.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i especially love the part 'passion to get them'. see, nothing in this life's for free but everything is out there for you to take if you try to reach far enough. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3857791915695333786?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3857791915695333786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3857791915695333786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>must grow up</title><content type='html'>ehhehehheh kayanya on my last post i was so ungrateful ya :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction:&lt;br /&gt;it was a quiet birthday. but memorable nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat banyak sekali ucapan ulang tahun dan dari orang-orang yang gue pikir ngga mungkin nginget nginget. karena honestly gw sendiri bukan orang yang suka ngafal0ngafalin ulang tahun orang. kalo pas inget ya gue ucapin tapi kalo ngga.. yaaaa gituuu deee hehehehhehehe soalnya gw suka mikir kayanya ngga sepenting itu juga. tapi being on the other side of it, the receiving end, it actually does matter. ternyata seneng banget ya kalau ulang taun kita diingat orang lain yang kita ngga akrab. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end of that day i get to spend my birthday with my boyfriend. around 10 pm he called, i thought he was home eh ternyata di depan pager. he came with 2 slices of cheesecake one strawberry and the other blueberry for me to choose, and a packet of crayonlike candles. i picked the strawberry cheesecake and put a yellow crayon candle on it. then he lit it, and i blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu the next day toup lilin lagi di acara arisan sama anak-anak kampus.&lt;br /&gt;and the following weekend i had dinner with my parents, sisters and our boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well welcome 21&lt;br /&gt;it's official now: must grow up! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7351934190634010154?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7351934190634010154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7351934190634010154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7351934190634010154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7351934190634010154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/12/must-grow-up.html' title='must grow up'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6087126746036158884</id><published>2007-11-29T14:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:08:34.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>feeling blah on my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big numbers. tapi rasanya nothing really special by turning 21..&lt;br /&gt;and unfestive juga.. temen" ngga ketemu, pacar juga ngga ketemu.. seharian di rumah aja nerjain skripsi..&lt;br /&gt;semprul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranky birthday nih.. huhuhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6087126746036158884?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6087126746036158884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6087126746036158884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6087126746036158884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6087126746036158884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/11/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3984647659467406133</id><published>2007-11-27T09:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:54:54.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>seeking redemption</title><content type='html'>sekarang lagi di dalem kelas Riset Pemasaran.&lt;br /&gt;di depan dosen gue lagi jelasin pengolahan data dengan spss.. &lt;br /&gt;and checkout my browser's history : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;windows live hotmail&lt;br /&gt;facebook &lt;br /&gt;friendster&lt;br /&gt;multiply&lt;br /&gt;blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gyahahahhaha i;m really holding myself from signing in to msn and emailing my boyf.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suka ngga enak sendiri deh sementara di bekerja keras di kantor gue malah nyantai" gini..  lately aktivitas gw sehari" kalo ga ke kampus, ngerjain skripsi, yoga, atau ngga dvdan hahahahha haduuuuu nyampah deh bow.. rasanya gue cuma seonggok daging yang ngga memberi kontribusi apa-apa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeking organisational redemption nih hari ini (hence, my mood status in facebook)&lt;br /&gt;by that i mean untuk kembali aktif di kehidupan organisasi"an di kampus. soalnya kemaren" agak menelantarkan gara" sibuk freelancing, jadinya males.. hueheuheuheuheu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gyaaaaaahhh!! \,,/ (tangan metal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3984647659467406133?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3984647659467406133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3984647659467406133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3984647659467406133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3984647659467406133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/11/seeking-redemption.html' title='seeking redemption'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8699469463709812398</id><published>2007-11-25T11:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T11:40:39.535+07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty one</title><content type='html'>i'll be 21 in a few, and so as i've done last year and the year before, since i started this blog, it's time for another reflection of the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 20th year was about courage, taking risks, and learning, discovering more of my potential. this year, for my 21st i've learned a great deal of things. things i wouldn't've been able to overcome without the courage i earned last year. So much had happened, some good, some bad, and some are very good. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i learned about my heart, and through it i learned about honesty, independence, dependence and reaching for what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to 'drive' my heart. point it to what it should want, and how it should want it. sometimes i drive it to conform with majority's opinion, sometimes to its contrary. Alhamdulillah udah ngga lagi. setelah i look back to this year, i've been more honest to myself, banyak banget langkah yang gue ambil itu based on intuition. i close my eyes and try to listen to what my heart's saying. sometimes i can't hear it clearly, sometimes i argue with it, sometimes i try to ignore it, but in the end i follow it. It made me do things i didn't know i'm capable of, it made me do impulsive things tapi untungnya it all turned out allright., even better. It showed me another side of myself i did not know existed, and it gave me the courage to dream and to reach for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year gw mengalami kehilangan yang menurut gue cukup banyak. kalau secara jumlah sih memang cuma sedikit, tapi kehilangan itu cukup painful dan bikin gue restless karena mereka orang-orang yang sangat penting, or used to be penting dalam hidup gue. these losses made me feel betrayed, and it put me in a state of denial, it also gave me nightmares to a point where i refuse to sleep, karena these losses happened berbarengan. tapi lalu these loss taught me to be more independent and to stand with my own two feet. they taught me that despite all those pop songs' lyrics, some friends you can't really rely on. not even the bestest of them. and the remaining that you can trust, you must keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the losses, i've also gained a lot this year. i had 2 internships this year yang memberi gue pengalaman yang besaaarrrr and new friends too. and i went to europe last summer, to london and paris the 2 cities i wanted to visit the most (and still wanting to come back! :) ) but the best of it all is that i've got a special someone now.. :) i started this year quite alone, with half a heart of what's left from my unsuccessful soulsearchings dan optimism yang semakin menipis sementara rasanya capeeeeeek banget not having someone to share. memang sih along the way ada juga yang nemenin tapi none of them feel quite 'right'. alhamdulillah.. sekarang ngga lagi. it still amazes me how things fall perfectly, comfortly between us, and at such  a short time.. -duh, jangan" a big fight is around the corner nih :p - well, so far he's been everything i prayed for, and i hope so am i for him. insya allah lancar-lancar terus ya.. aamiin *crossing all my fingers* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a blessed year. with all the challenges i encountered in it, it is strangely comfortable. dan melewati tahun ini, i have a bigger confidence, comfort in my own skin, peace of mind, and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for next year, &lt;br /&gt;i've got new hopes and dreams, BIG dreams.. &lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah bisa kesampean yah.. aamiin..  :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8699469463709812398?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8699469463709812398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8699469463709812398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8699469463709812398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8699469463709812398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/11/twenty-one.html' title='twenty one'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1770490748887645790</id><published>2007-11-22T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T07:49:47.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>they say</title><content type='html'>last night i was having dinner with chichi when my boyfriend called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi: *geleng-geleng* sumpah yah Ji, sekian tahun gue kenal sama lo belum pernah gue liat ekspresi muka lo kaya gitu..&lt;br /&gt;me : huh? kaya apa??&lt;br /&gt;chi : kaya..kaya gimana ya.. gila belum pernah deh gue liat ekspresi lo kaya gitu&lt;br /&gt;me : kaya apa??? kapan?&lt;br /&gt;chi : apa ya.. tadi pas lo telfonan. hm..longing.. in a good way&lt;br /&gt;me : longing?&lt;br /&gt;chi : in a good way&lt;br /&gt;me : okay.. like what?&lt;br /&gt;chi : *mencontohkan beberapa gaya tapi gagal* aduh susah.. like..like you're really in love&lt;br /&gt;me : *laughs* well, i am aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;chi : *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau postingan di blognya chichi ada yang awalnya  &lt;a href="http://beribiru.blogspot.com/2007/11/butterflies.html"&gt;"almost forgot this kind of feeling the way you made me blush.. "&lt;/a&gt; maka gue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot how it feels to need&lt;br /&gt;to long&lt;br /&gt;to absolutely cannot live without&lt;br /&gt;to be distressed of being far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha agak lebai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemana tuh Jinit yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;yang selalu act independent&lt;br /&gt;little miss know it all do it all by herself no need for boys to have fun?&lt;br /&gt;yang selalu menistakan dependance toward anything and most of all towards men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had fallen in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1770490748887645790?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://beribiru.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1770490748887645790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1770490748887645790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1770490748887645790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1770490748887645790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/11/they-say.html' title='they say'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2039599320866449564</id><published>2007-11-16T07:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:59:44.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>slightly misplaced</title><content type='html'>when i wake up it is not your eyes that i found&lt;br /&gt;when i make my morning tea, i'm not sharing it with you&lt;br /&gt;when i plan my days, you're only on my weekends&lt;br /&gt;when you say you're on your way home, it's not into mine, ours.&lt;br /&gt;when we go to bed together it was just on the phone&lt;br /&gt;curling under the blanket i wish you were in there with me&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally fall asleep it is not in your arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2039599320866449564?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2039599320866449564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2039599320866449564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2039599320866449564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2039599320866449564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/11/slightly-misplaced.html' title='slightly misplaced'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8296174177477625915</id><published>2007-11-04T11:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:25:18.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aamiin..</title><content type='html'>Pengennn.. fall asleep in his arms every night and wake up to see his eyes, have his skin as the first thing I touch every single morning. To have his scent blend with mine and have it clinging to my skin all day long.. sepele, but those are the things that make any union meaningful. the very meaning of inseparable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8296174177477625915?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8296174177477625915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8296174177477625915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8296174177477625915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8296174177477625915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/11/aamiin.html' title='aamiin..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-4213469866298612041</id><published>2007-11-02T14:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:18:18.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pesan untuk temanku</title><content type='html'>tadi baca" blognya agnes temanku.. and there was a post tentang &lt;a href="http://bianglalakuw.blogspot.com/2007/10/tentang-pintu-hati.html"&gt;pintu hati&lt;/a&gt;.. sepertinya dia mengalami apa yang gue alami dulu.. so i left a comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jinitya Yasmine Basarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sama bangggeettt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;taPi jangan khawatir sayang.. the less easy road taken is the&lt;br /&gt;more rewarding one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I did that too.. for a long long time. sure, it gets lonely,&lt;br /&gt;cold and tiring sometimes.. you wish you had let that last person in, just for&lt;br /&gt;tea or a glass of coffee. tapi dont regret anything..karena the next time the&lt;br /&gt;doorbell rings again and when you peeked through the hole it's that person&lt;br /&gt;you've been waiting for and you let him in, everything will be just PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;just perfect..and you'll know it's worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mungkin alamat lo agak ribet&lt;br /&gt;so he's having a little difficulty finding your door.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Percaya deh, love's&lt;br /&gt;always worth the wait. been there done that! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Friday, November 02, 2007 1:56:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4213469866298612041?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4213469866298612041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4213469866298612041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4213469866298612041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4213469866298612041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/11/pesan-untuk-temanku.html' title='pesan untuk temanku'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8461721046372555681</id><published>2007-10-09T10:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:52:12.741+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kata chichi di blognya:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i shall treasure every single moment spent with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8461721046372555681?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8461721046372555681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8461721046372555681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8461721046372555681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8461721046372555681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/10/kata-chichi-di-blognya.html' title='kata chichi di blognya:'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7027609238279842650</id><published>2007-10-07T22:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:55:10.904+07:00</updated><title type='text'>opened a page of a book in ak'sara this evening, and it said :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;love is blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;just do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucu yah.. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7027609238279842650?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7027609238279842650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7027609238279842650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7027609238279842650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7027609238279842650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/10/opened-page-of-book-in-aksara-this.html' title='opened a page of a book in ak&apos;sara this evening, and it said :'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2421787252771933430</id><published>2007-10-07T12:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:39:39.831+07:00</updated><title type='text'>innuendos</title><content type='html'>i want to fall asleep in your arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wont sleep babe, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ooooh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2421787252771933430?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2421787252771933430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2421787252771933430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2421787252771933430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2421787252771933430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/10/innuendos.html' title='innuendos'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-4450456429782423016</id><published>2007-10-06T12:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:43:37.958+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test6_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test6/Jasmine.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You are Jasmine. You are loyal and would visit the ends of the earth for what you believe. You would never let obstacles stand in the way of true love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4450456429782423016?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4450456429782423016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4450456429782423016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4450456429782423016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4450456429782423016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/10/which-disney-princess-are-you-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3227026047054816539</id><published>2007-10-01T21:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:22:44.081+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to tell and not a word that'd fit to describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3227026047054816539?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3227026047054816539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3227026047054816539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3227026047054816539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3227026047054816539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-much-to-tell-and-not-word-thatd-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1768898132028914814</id><published>2007-09-26T15:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:34:03.385+07:00</updated><title type='text'>for better or for worse</title><content type='html'>all these contradictory feelings.. some may say it's exaggerated admiration or lust or love or whatever. i really dont want to know... yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing is i feel like i can tell him anything i want, any feeling i feel in this world and he would just smile and take it and give a smart reply!! that's a first..  i'm not the kind of girl who tell people how i feel..much less boys that i've come to like. it's as if he can contain me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just like him too much ya???&lt;br /&gt;and when i like boys too much i usually end up hurted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. well, let's not think about all this too much, shall we??&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1768898132028914814?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1768898132028914814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1768898132028914814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1768898132028914814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1768898132028914814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='for better or for worse'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7048773765223777085</id><published>2007-09-23T21:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:34:36.792+07:00</updated><title type='text'>highlight of my saturday nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;bukannya itu emang risiko pacaran yah? sakit hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ketika lo berani give your heart away lo mesti berani terima risiko suatu hari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;hati itu akan kembali ke lo.. rusak, ngga utuh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mungkin bukan kata" paling soothing untuk menghibur teman yang lagi patah hati.. it's rather too realistic.. but heartbreaks are never easy mate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest friends and support group, you know who you are.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;mend your hearts well yah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7048773765223777085?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7048773765223777085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7048773765223777085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7048773765223777085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7048773765223777085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/09/highlight-of-my-saturday-nite.html' title='highlight of my saturday nite'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7151518717220915627</id><published>2007-09-20T20:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:44:52.549+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pupus sudah harapanku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ya, harapanku dan semua, sekali lagi SEMUA (dengan suara menggelegar sampai burung" pun berterbangan dari pohon)anak administrasi angkatan 2004 untuk lulus 3.5 tahun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Semua gara-gara koordinasi yang buruk antara fakultas dengan jurusan gue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entah fakultas yang seenaknya atau orang-orang jurusan yang dodol. Habis.. jurusan laen tetep bisa 3.5 tahun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kalo ngikutin gaya bahasa temen gue Fian si Raja Iblis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUK LAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ah.. gue sih ngga terlalu gondok-gondok amat gara" hal tersebut diatas. Malah kalo dipikir lebih bagus juga buat kualitas skripsi gue. Soalnya kan gue balik lagi ke RI untuk freelance sampe bulan november. Jadinya ngga terlalu buru-buru ngerjain skripsinya, lebih tenang dan ini penting kalo bener-bener jadi kualitatif. Ortu pun ngga keberatan gw perpanjang satu semester lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Cuma.. jadinya kan 'cuma' tepat waktu aja jadi sarjananya.. ngga ada embel" "lulus 3.5 tahun"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;just another ordinary graduate.. huuhhh.. padahal semangat overachieving gue udah gue kerahkan sepenuh jiwa dan raga sampe begadang mulu nyari bahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Jadi rasanya kehilangan momentum aja.. kontan rencana gw dan chichi ke prasetya mulya untuk jadi anggota perpustakaannya besok dibatalkan.. no, we don't have anything better to do.. but why rush it now that we know we'll be no more than ordinary?? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;NGGA ASIK NIH!!!! grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Tapi however target baru sudah dibuat yaitu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Memegang ijazah lulus sidang minimal bulan Februari jadi bisa cari kerja! hahahahha setidaknya kalo ditanya gelar sarjananya masih bisa pake embel-embel "lulus 3.7 bulan lhooo" gituuu ahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;emang nih.. Cum Laude abal-abal! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7151518717220915627?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7151518717220915627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7151518717220915627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7151518717220915627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7151518717220915627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/09/pupus-sudah-harapanku.html' title='pupus sudah harapanku'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1681968215102855399</id><published>2007-09-19T23:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:33:15.977+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear Skripsi</title><content type='html'>I'm soooo excited for my skripsi!! (ngga enak kalo make bhs inggrisny : dissertation :p) i love research and my skripsi is about consumer behavior &amp; children &amp; brand. Tema-tema yang sangatngat menarik buat gue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senin kemarin gw udah ngumpulin outline..telat sih daripada temen" lain dan to make up for it gue udah banyak nyari-nyari teori dan jurnal yang berkait dengan tema skripsi gw which is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perbedaan Brand Appeal diantara Kelas-Kelas Sosial dalam Konsumen Anak-anak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asik ngga? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asik dooong.. udah gitu kaga ada teorinya lagi konsep" itu.. buku tentang children consumer behavior aja cuma ada satu biji.. tapi justru itu.. brarti risetnya qualitative!! wee-hee! i love!!!!! Emang sih jadi harus belajar lagi karena kalo di kampus yang diajarin kan mainly quant research.. cuma gara-gara magang di RI kemaren gw jadi suka banget sama qual research dan gw yakin deh bisa! asalkan berusaha ya kan?? Dan dengan qual begini brarti gue akan bikin fgd sendiri dan ada kemungkinan i'll moderate it myself! yay!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serunya lagi banyak challenge dalam risetnya ini.. karena responden gw anak-anak! jadi akan make projective techniques juga.. yaitu teknik" misalnya make gambar" atau bikin kolase dalam fgdnya itu.. harus banyak belajar nih dan juga nanya" sama orang" di RI. untungnya Mba Dina di RI mau bantuin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok approval outline dan penunjukan pembimbing nih..&lt;br /&gt;Daoakan aku dapat pembimbing yang asik yaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1681968215102855399?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1681968215102855399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1681968215102855399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1681968215102855399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1681968215102855399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-dear-skripsi.html' title='My dear Skripsi'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-92778162303093864</id><published>2007-09-17T22:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:15:49.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most Recent Obsession of Anak-anak Niaga 2004 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LULUS 3,5 TAHUN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyaaaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;And your dear blogger here is no exception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meski agak telat, (gw baru ngumpulin outline tadi, tertinggal 2 minggu dari yang lain), i'm trying to do my best! Moga-moga gw dapet pembimbing yang enak supaya lancar nih..!&lt;br /&gt;hup! hup! hup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita singsingkan lengan baju kawan-kawan!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-92778162303093864?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/92778162303093864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=92778162303093864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/92778162303093864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/92778162303093864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/09/most-recent-obsession-of-anak-anak.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-7282392707589470071</id><published>2007-09-07T23:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:41:53.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>psychoanalyzed myself!</title><content type='html'>Psychoanalyze yourself! Don't read&lt;br /&gt;ahead, just answer the following&lt;br /&gt;questions with the first thought that&lt;br /&gt;comes to mind. Then read which each&lt;br /&gt;answer means at the end. (No&lt;br /&gt;cheating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who is with you?&lt;br /&gt;x. no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal?&lt;br /&gt;x.  squirrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?&lt;br /&gt;x. I smiled at it and took its picture tried to touch it though it jumped around then I left it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing, and before you is&lt;br /&gt;your DREAM house. How big is it?&lt;br /&gt;x. small but cute. A little country house that’s warm and loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is your dream house surrounded by a&lt;br /&gt;fence?&lt;br /&gt;x. yes, short with flowers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see the dining room&lt;br /&gt;table. What do you see on AND around it?&lt;br /&gt;x. food, candles, dessert. Around it is the people I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You exit the house and a cup is onthe ground, what kind is it?&lt;br /&gt;x. ceramic teacup. It’s white, pretty and got flower patterns on it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you do with the cup?&lt;br /&gt;x. took it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself at: what type&lt;br /&gt;of water?&lt;br /&gt;x. little stream of river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How will you cross the water?&lt;br /&gt;x. jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important to you.&lt;br /&gt;** haahaha jadi ternyata no one is impotant for me right now. not even that guy i dream of 24/7 lately :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.&lt;br /&gt;** i do think i lead a rather unproblematic life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;** gue emang ga suka berkutat dengan masalah.. i always take things easily. dan memang bener banget tuh evrytime i face a problem biasanya i think of it rather as an intermezzo things to spice up my life. hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.&lt;br /&gt;** what problem??? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;** true.. but the fence's short and cute! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;** I'm very happy then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The durability of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;** hihihi fragile ya? i do think realtionships are scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What you did with the cup is representative of your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;** klepto gitu? hahaha i always take what i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.&lt;br /&gt;** so i'm Frigid, so what? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way you cross the water is representative to how easy or hard you expect your life to be.&lt;br /&gt;** then it's real easy ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAMiiiin&lt;br /&gt;(except for the frigid part)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-7282392707589470071?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/7282392707589470071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=7282392707589470071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7282392707589470071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/7282392707589470071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/09/psychoanalyzed-myself.html' title='psychoanalyzed myself!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5266366520157602285</id><published>2007-09-07T01:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:25:15.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hoooomeee!!!</title><content type='html'>aih aih pulang juga.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 days in paris gw habiskan dengan hasrat pegnen pulang yang udah memuncak! pengen kuliah, skripsi, mengejar ketinggalan kuliah dehh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANCURRRR nyampe juga gw ke paris dan london! huhihihihihi dari dulu gw emang pengeeeen banget ke dua kota itu.. and i love them! dua"nya kota yang sangay menyenangkan tapi beda tipe banget.. Paris is 'tres chic' whilst london is bloody cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Paris you can hear classical music in the metro (subway), and all those paintings.. antique buildings.. WOW! hampir semua bangunan di Paris dibuat dari tahun jebot, as in pre WW atau sekitar WW1, kalaupun dipugar ngga merubah bentuk aslinya.. and then there's also the sparkling Eiffel, and escargot! hahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sementara London is more vibrant, lebih metropolitan lah yaa.. i love going around dengan london underground. The people in london are so cool, begitu juga all those stores in Oxford and Carnaby st., that giant Topshop! :p di london sempet dateng ke Notting Hill carnival juga..mirip" mardi gras, wiii keren dehh dan alhamdulillah gw selamet pulang karena sempet ada aksi tembak"an.. tapi gw uda cabs dari sana pas kejadiannya.. asik abis deh london! cumaaa mahaaalllll kereee aku dibuatnya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerita lengkapnya ntaran yah.. capee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jetlag nihjam 1 pagi terang benderang gini mata gw tapi capek.. ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah glad to be home! begitu nyampe makan tempe goreng dan sambel.. HEAVEN! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5266366520157602285?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5266366520157602285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5266366520157602285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5266366520157602285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5266366520157602285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-hoooomeee.html' title='i&apos;m hoooomeee!!!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8646995148387777564</id><published>2007-08-21T14:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:21:39.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday! at last!</title><content type='html'>oh goodness.. at last i can take my mind off things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laporan magang sudah beres..&lt;br /&gt;tadi udah diuji..&lt;br /&gt;Tema skripsi udah dapet, dan mudah"an bisa digoalkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan skarang gw boleh mulai mikirin soal besok.. karena besok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO PARIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiippeeeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight jam 3 sore Cathay pacific, transit di Bangkok, lalu straight to Charles de Gaulle! yiihaaaaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going with Cherie and his brother, Ryan. and we'll be staying at their uncle's home, the ambassade d'Indonesie pour france. hihihihi..&lt;br /&gt;honestly still got no idea what to visit first or when we should go to London.. should we spend a week in france dulu atau gimana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll think about that later lahh i'd like to take a nap now.. &lt;br /&gt;so relieved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiuuuuhhhh.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8646995148387777564?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8646995148387777564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8646995148387777564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8646995148387777564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8646995148387777564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/holiday-at-last.html' title='holiday! at last!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5336615109269600815</id><published>2007-08-13T14:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:00:20.314+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the intern: the last week</title><content type='html'>this week is my last week in RI. hiks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to miss campus today. but it's going to feel weird to go back to campus when for the last 2.5 months this office had become the center of my world. I've grown accustiomed to riding the busway, coped with the hustle and bustle of jakarta's public transportation services. The people in RI had become my new friends, the people i spent most time of the day with. and I've found the joy of working too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to feel like walking backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bagian special thanks di laporan magang i wrote these words for RI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You have not only offered guidance to knowledge, examples of proessionalism and hardwork, but also a heartful of friendship i'll always treasure and take pride of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keren ga?? :p&lt;br /&gt;on the last day here Prio and I are going to throw a Barbecue party for RI.&lt;br /&gt;hope it'll be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5336615109269600815?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5336615109269600815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5336615109269600815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5336615109269600815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5336615109269600815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-week.html' title='the intern: the last week'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-532066762968540786</id><published>2007-08-12T20:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:46:26.587+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the longer i wind down this road&lt;br /&gt;the more i question&lt;br /&gt;anxiously&lt;br /&gt;is it near&lt;br /&gt;is it waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;will our reunion be&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd run&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'd run&lt;br /&gt;if only i'd known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst all these faces&lt;br /&gt;which one that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-532066762968540786?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/532066762968540786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=532066762968540786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/532066762968540786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/532066762968540786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/longer-i-wind-down-this-road-more-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1197015687986491557</id><published>2007-08-11T21:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:01:29.408+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kikie</title><content type='html'>my grandfather's birthday's coming up soon. And my aunt said there've been offers from his (oooooold) lady friends to provide food for the luncheon he'll be throwing. He also has this fan in the u.s An old widow who calls often at least once every 3 days and send him books and food supplements. At 79, my grandfather is a famed widower. Adored and chased in an old widowy manner by the women. Even my late grandmum's friends flirt with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's probably the most loving man i've ever known. He's a hardworker and a silent philosopher. Most of his time spent reading and writing down his thoughts, mainly on economics, politics and foreign affairs. Although he was never in politics he was quite influential back in the 70s-i suppose seeing that he was an ambassador for UK. He was never pompouos or arrogantly authoritative to people, even those who showed him servitude. I myself had not realized the grandeur of his career until in highschool i found a friend who adored him so much and named some of his accomplishments, of which i don't have a clue. I've only thought it's bizarre how everyone seemed to know or heard of him, and seem to adore him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, he's just my dear ol' granddad and that fact made me overlook everything else. For me he's this big and tall man, my father's father. Who taught me how to select books and pens and notebooks even before my mum taught me how to pick clothes. Who taught me there are things beyond measure i can achieve with dedicated effort. Who taught me to care for the unfortunates and give generosity to every being. Whose love to my grandmum was as big as the world itself, as dynamic nevertheless unmoved as it spins on it's orbit. Who never said much beyond the caress on my head he so oftenly gave me, and an adoring gaze which preceded the 'i love you' he said as i clasped his chest like a baby koala to it's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, he's simply my grandfather, whom i love, loves me and taught me how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 17th birthday, he wrote to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dearest Jinitya,&lt;br /&gt;there are three types of lovers:&lt;br /&gt;One, who love themseleves&lt;br /&gt;Two, whose love changes with the season; and&lt;br /&gt;Three, Whose love, love others too, and someone who you love forever&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;third is the noblest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kikie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's describing himself in that third lover, and since i was little i have set the standard for the man whom i'd love and spend my entire life with, that is to be like my grandfather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1197015687986491557?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1197015687986491557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1197015687986491557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1197015687986491557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1197015687986491557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/kikie.html' title='kikie'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-980844029889140341</id><published>2007-08-10T15:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:51:57.004+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><title type='text'>LONDON!!!</title><content type='html'>i just got the UK visa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!! i'm goin'!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for the visa for france sih.. tp my mom said harusnya sih dapet kalo uk udah dapet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPPEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 22nd! cant wait to board that plane!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-980844029889140341?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/980844029889140341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=980844029889140341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/980844029889140341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/980844029889140341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/london.html' title='LONDON!!!'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3411639854572581438</id><published>2007-08-10T09:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:11:54.529+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hospitalized</title><content type='html'>nyehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;i was hospitalized yesterday.. gara gara.. dehidrasi! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/RrvSNmrwXrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s7E0G6SSD5k/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/RrvSNmrwXrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s7E0G6SSD5k/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096898534464052914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. sebenernya sih dehidrasinya gara" diare.. alias mencri.. ahhaha ngga elit banget deh ah :p anyway, gw diare 3 hari sampe mata gw celong kekurangan cairan. Pas ke dokter gw dirujuk ke RS supaya diinfus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan gw ini orang yang saangat takut sama jarum.. alhamdulillah gw jarang sakit berat juga jadi trakhir kali gw diambil darah itu kira" 5 tahun yang lalu kali ya.. udah lama bagnet deh pokoknya. tapi tiap kali gw diambil darah kata nyokap muka gw jadi ijo (bukan, gw bukannya mau berubah jadi hulk), trs putih dan gemeteran. mangkanya gw histeris juga kemaren dibilang mesti diinfus. apalagi temen" gw yang diinfus bilang suka mesti ditusuk berkali" sampe pas kena diurat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi pak dokter bilang "eh kalo ga diinfus dan semakin dehidrasi kamu bisa pingsan lho,bahkan jantungmu bisa berhenti!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Aampun dokter.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawis dehh.. pasrah aja kita..&lt;br /&gt;dan gue pun dibawa ke UGD RSPI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGDnya PW, bersih kaya di singapur..&lt;br /&gt;mas mas perawat yang nyuntik gw pun ganteng dan baik. namanya Ujang Rasjo. Sunda pisan... hati gw agak tenang. he seems to know what he's doing too. &lt;br /&gt;dan jarum pun dimasukkan ke tangan gw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CROOTT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/RrvSNmrwXsI/AAAAAAAAADA/NXHrU343j34/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/RrvSNmrwXsI/AAAAAAAAADA/NXHrU343j34/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096898534464052930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! NGGA SAKIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHAHAHAHA norak abis deh.. padahal nyokap gw udah buat pengumuman di UGD itu bahwa 'anak saya ini gawat deh udah segede gitu takut banget sama jarum suntik". sampe perawat-perawat itu pada nenangin gw, (yang sebenernya tetep tenang meski hati deg"an),  nyuruh nyanyi, dll. malu bo'.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untungnya ga pake diopname sih.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! i conquered the infus!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3411639854572581438?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3411639854572581438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3411639854572581438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3411639854572581438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3411639854572581438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/hospitalized.html' title='hospitalized'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/RrvSNmrwXrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s7E0G6SSD5k/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-4905170542486836774</id><published>2007-08-07T16:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:06:52.482+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this very very old game</title><content type='html'>..called Love, or to be brutally honest, LUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i had not participated in the true sense until recently. Something i think i am truly blessed to have experienced even if the outcome might not be as i wanted it to be. But there, i've learned new twists in the mind of men. And for what it's worth i am pleased for every tingle, every leaping heartbeat, and eerie sensations it brought me. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-4905170542486836774?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/4905170542486836774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=4905170542486836774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4905170542486836774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/4905170542486836774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-very-very-old-game.html' title='this very very old game'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5752833662702286511</id><published>2007-08-04T17:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:13:13.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you do when a decent and almost perfect guy likes you but you doubt you can return his feelings? (2)</title><content type='html'>i said No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i feel like the biggest bitch all week,&lt;br /&gt;then i try to make our friendship go on, although it seems harder for him which is understandable, and then i start liking someone else who's someone else's someone who's etc. etc. ..  (intinya: ribet deh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;life's TRAGIC sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5752833662702286511?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5752833662702286511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5752833662702286511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5752833662702286511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5752833662702286511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-do-you-do-when-decent-and-almost.html' title='what do you do when a decent and almost perfect guy likes you but you doubt you can return his feelings? (2)'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-5062426753309479506</id><published>2007-08-04T16:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:14:26.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna get hitched :p</title><content type='html'>takor, 14.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayu : eh, lo pengen ngga sih jadi wakil presiden?&lt;br /&gt;Manda : lo mau jadi wakil gue??&lt;br /&gt;Ayu : Laahh?&lt;br /&gt;MAnda : iya , gue mah ogah gue mau jadi presidennya aja..hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Jinit : kalo gue pengennya kawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gyahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i did not say nikah ya.. xp&lt;br /&gt;ngga deing.. harus nikah dulu dong.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-5062426753309479506?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/5062426753309479506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=5062426753309479506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5062426753309479506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/5062426753309479506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-get-hitched-p.html' title='i wanna get hitched :p'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3694392099090213842</id><published>2007-07-25T22:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:00:11.999+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the intern: the switch</title><content type='html'>sudah 8 hari kerja ini gue bergabung di Tim Kuantitatif RI.&lt;br /&gt;and, oh god.. &lt;br /&gt;MABOK ANGKA&lt;br /&gt;return me to Qual!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi memang program magang di kantor gue itu requires interns to get the feel of both quant and qual departement. mangka sejak senin lalu gue dan Prio di switch against our will. Prio loves working in quant and as i love working in Qual. akibatnya kita jadi menyebalkan. Well ngga semenyebalan itu sih, tapi we're not as cheerful as we were. even Mba Riri noticed, agak kaget juga gw, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap kali Prio dikasih tugas gw ngiri, sementara dia ngeluh-ngeluh. giliran gue disuruh charting gue udah hampir nangis nangis Prio cuma ketawa". uh sebal.. dan satu lagi kayanya berat gue bakal nambah nih.. karena waktu di Qual i really enjoyed my work jadi i prefer working daripada ngemil, dan juga seringan di dalem ruang FGD jadinya tidak terlalu byk terekspos sama jajanan. pas di Quant tiap pagi jajan kue trs bolak-balik bikin kopi, soalnya i need food to cope with these f*ing numbers.. mana gue kerjanya ga teliti pula jadinya makin seteres. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malah sempet ada momen dimana gue bener" hampir nangis as in mata gw udah berkaca" gitu. gara"nya sama Mandee gw disuruh charting.. dan kalau charting kan buatnya di powerpoint tuh, nah kalo ntar ppt.nya di slideshowin letak" tulisan"nya ga boleh berubah, yang boleh berubah cuma grafiknya aja. yah gitulah pokoknya. dan gue jadi pusiiiiiiiinngngng.. stresssss ngerjain itu sampe jam 8.30 kali ya.. buset dah pokoknya. trus gara" gw udah hampir nangis mandee digalakin sama anak" qual hihihihi maaf ya mandee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that keeps me going is the voice inside my head that says : 'YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN!! DONT COMPLAIN!!'&lt;br /&gt;dan juga karena di Kuan orangnya asik-asik juga.. emang pada dasarnya di RI asik" semua sih orangnya hahahahah. di Quan gue dapet teman baru yaitu Mandee dan bos Mutan Mas Maju. Gila itu orang kalo udah ngetik gw dan Mandee curiga dia numbuhin ekstra 10 fingers kalo tangannya udah ketutup layar laptop. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi..&lt;br /&gt;for better and for worse!!! i shall keep myself going!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyaaahhh!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3694392099090213842?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3694392099090213842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3694392099090213842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3694392099090213842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3694392099090213842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/07/intern-switch.html' title='the intern: the switch'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-1000230383541288493</id><published>2007-07-25T09:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:23:11.064+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there's three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gue pernah diramal.. katanya sebelum gue menikah gue akan punya 3 pilihan yang cukup membingungkan. trus ramalan kedua, gue akan bertemu jodoh gue tahun ini, kemudian nikahnya pas umur gw 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue bukan orang yang terlalu percaya ramalan, kalo diramal biasanya cuma iseng aja dan pikiran gue lebih ke arah 'ayoo coba kita liat bener ngga nih'. i don't want it to be self fulfilling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi.. tadi pagi gw baruu aja sadar : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;there are three right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;JENG JENG.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hauhauhaua let's not think about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-1000230383541288493?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/1000230383541288493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=1000230383541288493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1000230383541288493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/1000230383541288493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-then-theres-three.html' title='and then there&apos;s three'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-8515877345207584149</id><published>2007-07-17T10:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:32:40.442+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you do when a decent and almost perfect guy likes you but you doubt you can return his feelings?</title><content type='html'>don't ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hu..hu..hu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-8515877345207584149?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/8515877345207584149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=8515877345207584149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8515877345207584149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/8515877345207584149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-do-you-do-when-decent-and-almost.html' title='what do you do when a decent and almost perfect guy likes you but you doubt you can return his feelings?'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-6991766331985400127</id><published>2007-07-09T22:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:34:20.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm..&lt;br /&gt;you smell good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-6991766331985400127?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/6991766331985400127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=6991766331985400127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6991766331985400127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/6991766331985400127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/07/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-2474260830171531641</id><published>2007-07-08T17:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:30:29.938+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a chick fit</title><content type='html'>1st verse: &lt;br /&gt;Boy I can't stand your heat &lt;br /&gt;Got me lying awake &lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten all week &lt;br /&gt;Got me obsessing all day &lt;br /&gt;Oh what you done to me &lt;br /&gt;Can't stop calling your name &lt;br /&gt;Check me I'm acting all weird &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: &lt;br /&gt;All my girls say boy I'm totally gone &lt;br /&gt;Acting crazy I don't know what I'm on &lt;br /&gt;It's not easy tryin'a put on a front &lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm speechless I don't know what you've done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Boy whenever you call my stomach's in bits &lt;br /&gt;I can't focus at all your got me twisted &lt;br /&gt;I live for that talk when you call me your chick &lt;br /&gt;Just so all the girls know I gotcha for keeps &lt;br /&gt;My coolness is blown I need my fix &lt;br /&gt;In a matter of days I'm not myself &lt;br /&gt;I'm all over the place I get a chick fit &lt;br /&gt;When I hear your name I totally flip &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd verse: &lt;br /&gt;Boy you're too hot for me &lt;br /&gt;Can't stop melting away &lt;br /&gt;When I see you I can't speak &lt;br /&gt;Switching when I see your face &lt;br /&gt;Acting like I'm a teen &lt;br /&gt;Waiting outside your place &lt;br /&gt;Boy this is really not me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: &lt;br /&gt;All my girls say boy I'm totally gone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M8: &lt;br /&gt;Completely lost my mind &lt;br /&gt;Something's taken over me &lt;br /&gt;Boy you're one of a kind &lt;br /&gt;Just how a man's s'posed to be &lt;br /&gt;Acting like I'm a teen &lt;br /&gt;Calling you every day &lt;br /&gt;Boy this is really not me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--chick fit, all Saints--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness, i'm totally head over heels...&lt;br /&gt;gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEGO&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaahaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-2474260830171531641?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/2474260830171531641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=2474260830171531641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2474260830171531641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/2474260830171531641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/07/having-chick-fit.html' title='Having a chick fit'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-9219149353907048395</id><published>2007-07-04T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:40:56.427+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the intern : I am veerrryyy lucky!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Hari ini dapat pujian lagi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SENANGNYAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kali ini the compliment came from MBa Riri!! The managing director!!!! Boss of the boss!! dan pujiannya karena menurut mba riri i did a very good work menganalisa diary responden!! YEA!! seneeeeenngngngngngngng!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya beberapa hari kemarin gw ikutan project Orchid, proyek riset salah satu beauty products, lets say perusahaan Y yah.. dia ini MNC yang produksinya produk perawatan kulit wanita (nah loo tebak tebak..). anyway p. orchid ini aims to memetakan beauty concept yang ada di wanita Indonesia. Project ini udah dikerjain juga di Singapore, dan jangka panjangnya aims to memahami konsep kecantikan menurut wanita Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebetulnya tugas gue ngerangkum diary kecantikan responden dan memberikan analisa singkat. Tapi berhubung gue asik, -karena memang menarik banget!!-jadilah itu analisa sebanyak 3 halaman.. trus gue baca-baca template report sama dokumen-dokumen lain lalu gue jadiin kerangka.. hihihi tadi mba riri lewat meja gue trus bilang&lt;br /&gt;'Jinit, by the way, your analysis was very good!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaahhh ngga sia sia!! kemaren seru banget ngerjain sampe lupa makan.. wah ngga nyangka akan dibaca Mba riri! gue pikir paling paling nyampe di SRE (senior research executive) dan melebur jadi report project.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENANGNYA!! hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu tadi afterhouran sama Manda! kita janjian ketemu di halte Busway lalu makan Wendy's bersama! i need to eat junk food because i lost my appetite lately, which is good tapi not really when you work dalam kantor yang dingiiiin.. i lost some weight by the way!! :D of course, itu berdasar komentar orang yaa..secara gue tidak menimbang hahahaha setelah makan pulang bareng dan diantar sampai rumah yeay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngobrol sama Manda yang tempat kerjanya ngga PW, gue jadinya bersyukuuuur bangeett.. tempat kerja gue super PW! gedungnya baru dan bersih, cubiclenya enak, orang-orangnya asyik dan baik baik, kalo bt masih ada temen si Prio untuk dicurhatin, kerjaaannya juga selalu ada, menarik dan ngga pernah nganggur. Dari obrolan kita berkesimpulan justru kalo ga ngapa-ngapain itu yang bikin sakit, waktu itu gw sakit gara" setelah lembur terus-terusan, bbrp hari ga ada kerjaan. manda jg gitu, sekrang si Ayu jg lg sakit, nganggur sih.. huhuhu oiyaa trus di kantor jg ada yang dikecengin! itu diaaaaaa, hihihi kasian Manda di kantornya ngga ada yang OK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soo blessed lahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-9219149353907048395?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/9219149353907048395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=9219149353907048395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/9219149353907048395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/9219149353907048395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/07/intern-i-am-veerrryyy-lucky-d.html' title='the intern : I am veerrryyy lucky!!! :D'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-97385382467847529</id><published>2007-07-01T12:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:28:36.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><title type='text'>ma'aaaaaf..</title><content type='html'>aduh dasar cewe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf yaaaahhhh i really don't know what else to say!! i just don't want to be mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a con.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JINIT, YOU MEAN GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/Roc7NECHPXI/AAAAAAAAACw/sd3m3iE4v74/s1600-h/Slap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/Roc7NECHPXI/AAAAAAAAACw/sd3m3iE4v74/s320/Slap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082095800117837170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaawww shite..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-97385382467847529?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/97385382467847529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=97385382467847529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/97385382467847529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/97385382467847529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/07/maaaaaaf.html' title='ma&apos;aaaaaf..'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/Roc7NECHPXI/AAAAAAAAACw/sd3m3iE4v74/s72-c/Slap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-855389858301360183</id><published>2007-06-23T15:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:43:50.672+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasib anak Kos</title><content type='html'>Sudah tiga minggu ini gue tinggal di rumah kakek gue di Cilandak. Gue nginep disini karena tante-tante gw yg tinggal disini pada pergi ke luar negeri semuanya, they're such globe trotters.. Awalnya sungguh menyenangkan tinggal disini. WiFi access 24/7, unlimited. Strategis tempatnya mau pergi tinggal minta jemput sama orang-orang. Kolam Renang? ada.. Haagen Dazs?? slalu ada.. not to mention the chef like maid, jadi gue tinggal pesen malemnya mau sarapan apa, besok ada. Cable tv, DVD, wireless phone, apa lagi yahh?? oh and drivers galore! supir ada tiga nganggur semua krn majikannya ga ada. mau brangkat ke kantor br jalan jam 7.30 jg ga masalah, halte ragunan cm 10 menit dari sini.. Nah enak kann???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tiga hari belakangan ini gue sakit.. and i feel lonely and sad and miserablleeeeeeee!!! huuuuuaaaaaahaaahuuuuu *hysterical crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga enak banget ngga ada yang ngurusin gue.. I want my mommy..!! udah gitu si mak'e ngga main kesini lagi, kmrn sempet dateng cuma 15 menit aja, basa basi.. pokoknya ngga enak banget.. nobody loves meeeeee.. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kmrn malem gw telpon nyokap, ngerengek-rengek..pengen pulang.. trus nyebelinnya nyokap malah bilang gini:&lt;br /&gt;Aduh teh.. manja ih kamu kaya anak bayi..gimana nanti kalo kamu S2 ke luar? masa nelfon mama terus? cari pacar doong, Coba kalo kamu punya pacar, kan enak ada yang telfon-telfon kamu, ada yang lain yang kamu rengek-rengekin lagi.. ya kan?? hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD SHE SAY THAT TO ME???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a high fever and a broken heart!!!! not to mention hidung mampet and severe headache!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nangis gue langsung. seriously. tapi gw diem aja supaya ngga ketauan nangis. nyebelin banget!!!! padahal minggu-minggu laalu nyokap nelfon-nefon mulu 'mana anak mama? udah kerja jadi sombong ngga telfon-telfon..&lt;br /&gt;EEhhh skarang malah kaya gitu!!! huh!!! nyebelin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-855389858301360183?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/855389858301360183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=855389858301360183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/855389858301360183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/855389858301360183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/06/nasib-anak-kos.html' title='Nasib anak Kos'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796969.post-3267368999419810812</id><published>2007-06-19T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:29:11.032+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the intern : moonlight lecture</title><content type='html'>Today's activity : MAGABUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything much today.. Only bantuin mba Yanti nyari respondents lalu main solitaire, and then the real nottaking baru mulai around 7.. PM.  the office was soo cold today.. the people are still nice, although i encountered one that is not nice, but thankfully i think i wont be working much with her. The nice indian woman, i think she's the qual director, Mrs. Shamala, invited the qual team for a lunch at her house on saturday. It's gonna be all indian food!! yeay!! i'm thinking about bringing some rujak aceh for dessert. that'd be nice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4 prio said to me dia mau ke mal Ambassador to buy some pc game or whatever. so we went there around 4.30. We walked there. The journey took about 20 minutes, and another 20 minutes back to the office. It's really nice to finally stretch my legs and when we walked back around 7 through the CBD lot, all the buildings lighted up beautifully. Trotoarnya pake marmer, and there were trees, and it was nice looking at the ritz at night. It was beautiful, especially waktu lagi jalan di tengah lapangan kosong di depan Ambass, jadi bisa liat semua gedungnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way dan selama di ambassador juga, Prio kept giving me nasihat-nasihat dan juga analisa-analisa regarding the boys. the boys i'm into right now. terutama tentang si anu yang paling baru dan paling gw anukan. hihihihi. dan conclusion dari diskusi"nya adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a big catch, a risky catch. but if i can get him , then i'd have benefits besar juga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah entahlah.. gw mah AMin Amin aja daaahhh hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi si anu ini yang baru ini memang oke banget. Perkembangannya juga quite well since in it's early stages.. tapiiii tapiii tapii tapii TAPI there's also a very good chance he's only teasing and also he might be a player. and if he is, he must be a good one, a VERY good one.. prio bilang ga ada salahnya being too careful. well, let's just see how well i can dodge his charms. Because he sure has a lot of it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihihi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;by the way, is anyone reading this blog?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18796969-3267368999419810812?l=jinityapintar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/feeds/3267368999419810812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18796969&amp;postID=3267368999419810812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3267368999419810812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18796969/posts/default/3267368999419810812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinityapintar.blogspot.com/2007/06/intern-moonlight-lecture.html' title='the intern : moonlight lecture'/><author><name>Jinitya Yasmine Basarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186669304243438899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_znHnP3a5JWQ/SFFPpIGnyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KkGqXiU3P0M/S220/Photo+83.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
