<?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-8534708</id><updated>2011-09-05T03:19:37.796-12:00</updated><category term='comment'/><title type='text'>........my BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8355573640133779249</id><published>2010-12-08T02:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:33:32.586-12:00</updated><title type='text'>So oh yeah</title><content type='html'>After all, I need a place to say it loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8355573640133779249?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8355573640133779249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8355573640133779249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-oh-yeah.html' title='So oh yeah'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-9112560302678028805</id><published>2010-08-18T01:13:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:27:24.654-12:00</updated><title type='text'>A blink for a blinking establishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TGvcl9rgA4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D7rS7iCKowI/s1600/me+on+gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TGvcl9rgA4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D7rS7iCKowI/s400/me+on+gold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506737514160849794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love it when you get something free and it is a luxury thing? This is what I got from my auntie: a voucher hotel in Nusa Dua, Bali. Nusa Dua is well known as a luxury star hotel complex in Bali often used for international events. And yeah here I am, posing in the hotel room. Internet rate for a night stay over in this hotel is USD 190,- and I got 2 night free staying voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Sparkling Gold Dress from &lt;a href="http://www.sketsproject.com"&gt;Skets Project&lt;/a&gt;, actually this is one of my project, as I dont get a model for the lookbook so my bf said to me, why you dont become your own model? I was laughing because it's such a bad idea, but now I don't think it's bad at all. I'm such a talent ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Sparkling Gold  Dress at &lt;a href="http://www.sketsproject.com/?p=158"&gt;http://www.sketsproject.com/?p=158&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-9112560302678028805?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9112560302678028805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9112560302678028805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blink-for-blinking-establishment.html' title='A blink for a blinking establishment'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TGvcl9rgA4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D7rS7iCKowI/s72-c/me+on+gold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-6052003776944728854</id><published>2010-06-11T17:28:00.009-12:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:52:09.503-12:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look UK Shoes for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMgE9c6ieI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OhzH1vAQwN4/s1600/DSC04767.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMem-TfdeI/AAAAAAAAABs/EerMrmz3bWQ/s1600/side2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMb_bbT8yI/AAAAAAAAABU/wwl5ZJKEt5I/s1600/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMb_bbT8yI/AAAAAAAAABU/wwl5ZJKEt5I/s320/front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481755947948045090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, gw mau jual sepatu yang gw beli waktu di Inggris. Kemaren2 gw sempet pindahan dan ternyata sepatu ini masih kesimpen di koper gw sejak gw pulang kira2 bulan februari. Gw belum pernah pake sama sekali (mau pakai sepatu beginian di mana kalo di Bali??????). Setelah gw coba lagi ternyata kaga muat. Entah mungkin kaki gw membesar ketika di negara tropis atau karena waktu itu kalap beli doang???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, waktu itu gw beli sepatu ini 30 Poundsterling. Ukurannya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37 / 4 UK size. &lt;/span&gt;Gw belum pakai sama sekali (cuma coba doang waktu di toko) gw mau jual lagi Rp. 350.000. Bahannya kulit sintetis tapi mirip sama kulit asli. Gw beli di New Look London waktu itu. Anyone interested please contact me at intaniasalsa@yahoo.co.uk for YM atau email, atau telpon / sms gw di 0361-3135355.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMdpjGnKkI/AAAAAAAAABc/CrGyGMFVRqk/s1600/front2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMdpjGnKkI/AAAAAAAAABc/CrGyGMFVRqk/s400/front2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481757771074841154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMeNeor6AI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dbeavk6KH9s/s1600/side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 533px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMeNeor6AI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dbeavk6KH9s/s400/side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481758388350871554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMem-TfdeI/AAAAAAAAABs/EerMrmz3bWQ/s1600/side2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMem-TfdeI/AAAAAAAAABs/EerMrmz3bWQ/s400/side2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481758826348639714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMgE9c6ieI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OhzH1vAQwN4/s1600/DSC04767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMgE9c6ieI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OhzH1vAQwN4/s400/DSC04767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481760441027430882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-6052003776944728854?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6052003776944728854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6052003776944728854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-look-uk-shoes-for-sale.html' title='New Look UK Shoes for sale'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lCaAFzmYIE/TBMb_bbT8yI/AAAAAAAAABU/wwl5ZJKEt5I/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3867765788061226514</id><published>2010-03-29T01:11:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:55:42.655-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Masih Terjajah</title><content type='html'>Mungkin diantara kalian pernah mengalami rasanya berada di titik balik  dalam hidup, saat-saat dimana kalian sadar sepenuhnya bahwa selama ini  kalian telah berada di jalur yang salah dan tak ingin melanjutkan untuk  berjalan di arah tersebut. Dalam titik balik kita tidak beranjak,  melainkan merenungi kembali perjalanan yang telah kita tempuh selama  ini, mereview kembali apa arti hidup menurut kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hidup, ada banyak titik balik yang bermunculan seiring dengan  bertambahnya kedewasaan kita, seiring dengan bertambahnya ilmu dan  pengalaman hidup kita. Titik balik pertama gw adalah ketika gw  menjejakkan kaki ke pulau ini. Waktu itu gw sadar kalau gw ingin  menjalani hidup seperti apa yang gw mau, bukan seperti apa yang orang  tua atau masyarakat sekitar gw mau. I had that life for the next three  years. Dan titik balik yang kedua gw adalah ketika gw meninggalkan pulau  bali selama beberapa bulan. Disana gw mendapat banyak pelajaran hidup  dan melihat hidup gw dari kacamata orang lain, bahwa hidup yang selama  ini gw jalani adalah hidup yang sangat indah, betapa tempat yang gw tinggali saat ini adalah tempat yang paling indah dan paling nyaman yang mungkin tiada duanya di seluruh dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa kayanya negara kita, hingga para perusahaan penambang asing membawa lari hasil kekayaan tambang kita dan menjualnya di pasar dunia dengan hanya membayar uang izin penambangan kepada daerah. Betapa hebatnya para penjahit kita hingga mereka mau dibayar murah atas kerja keras mereka sepanjang hari untuk sepotong baju yang ditempeli merek dengan harga hampir 100 kali lipat upah mereka untuk diekspor dan diimpor kembali ke Indonesia? Betapa hebatnya para manager villa yang berdedikasi melayani tamu yang berlibur 7 hari seminggu dan hanya dibayar dengan gaji sebulan yang jumlahnya cuma sepertiga harga menginap di villa untuk semalam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titik balik gw adalah saat-saat dimana gw menyadari bahwa negara kita lebih hebat daripada negara-negara yang kita anggap hebat, hanya saja kita tidak pernah menganggap kita hebat. Betapa ternyata kita masih terjajah oleh para kapitalis-kapitalis dimana seharusnya kita sudah bisa memposisikan diri kita sejajar oleh mereka. Kita tak pernah menyadari betapa kita sudah disetir untuk mendewakan para kapitalis tersebut tanpa pernah mengetahui warna asli diri kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini adalah saatnya gw menunjukkan betapa hebatnya negara kita dan betapa para dewa kapitalis itu sebenarnya sama seperti kita. Saatnya kamu juga untuk bertanya pada diri sendiri untuk mempelajari siapa sebenarnya kamu, apa tujuan hidup kalian, apa keinginan kalian dan apa mimpi kalian. Stop melirik oranglain, berkacalah pada diri sendiri, katakan : kamu hebat. Negara kita butuh orang2 hebat seperti aku dan kamu, bukan para kapitalis yang menjajah kita dengan upah rendah untuk kepentingan hidup mereka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3867765788061226514?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3867765788061226514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3867765788061226514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2010/03/masih-terjajah.html' title='Masih Terjajah'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-610044376956566626</id><published>2010-02-09T22:20:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:52:03.774-12:00</updated><title type='text'>How long will you live?</title><content type='html'>Pertama kali gw nyampe di UK, gw amazed dengan jumlah kakek-nenek yang ada di sini. Kenapa gitu? banyak banget kakek-nenek yang seliweran di jalan2 dimana2 dan rata2 mereka masih pada kuat jalan serta terlihat sangat sehat. Waktu gw ngobrol2 ama mereka gw lebih kaget lagi karena umur mereka uda pada tua2 tapi mereka masih terlihat bahagia dan sehat! Bokap cowo gw juga udah umur 64 tapi masih kerja. Kalo di indo umur segitu rata2 orang tua udah siap2 untuk mati. WEW. Banyak banget lansia yang jalan2 dan masih nyetir mobil even di umur mereka yang udah 85 tahun!! Gimana bisa gitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rata2 harapan hidup di Indonesia adalah umur 70an. Gw pernah baca di blog siapa gitu yang sempet bikin gw ngakak berat : orang jaman nabi musa dlu hidup sampe ribuan tahun, kenapa orang jaman sekarang hidup cuma sampe 60-70 tahun? dia jawabnya karena orang jaman sekarnag semakin banyak dosa makanya dikasih tuhan umur pendek. Asli sumpah gw ngakak abis. Rahasia umur emang milik Tuhan, tapi rahasia supaya bisa berumur panjang itu sebenernya murni dari usaha kamu snediri menjaga kesehatan kamu. Tuhan ngasih umur bukan untuk disia2kan. Well, enough about agama, sekarang bicara fakta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rata2 orang hidup di UK adalah sampe usia 80-90 tahun, sedangkan di Indo 60-70 tahun. Kalau dipikir2 umur adalah dari dosa, maka bisa dibilang kalo orang indo lebih berdosa daripada orang2 di UK, tapi buang jauh2 pikiran skeptik sempit macam begitu. Apa dong yang bikin ornag disini bisa hidup lebih lama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dibandingkan di indo, harga2 barang termasuk makanan di UK jauh lebih mahal, makanya orang lebih gemar makan di rumah daripada jajan di jalan/restoran. Di rumah, para ibu rumah tangga benar-benar memonitor kesehatan dan kebersihan makanan untuk anggota keluarga yagn lain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mereka jarang makan makanan yang asin dan bersantan, serta goreng2an. Kalo digorengpun mereka pake olive oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ada banyak informasi dimana2 dan kampanye makanan sehat. Sekarang lagi demen semua yang organik, jadi semua2 back to nature, mulai dari makanan, sampe fashion. bahkan banyak orang yang menanam makanannya sendiri di kebun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waktu siang hari lebih lama daripada di Indo (kalo summer) dan rata2 orang menghabiskan waktu senggangnya setelah pulang bekerja untuk jalan2 untuk menghilangkan stress. Orang disini demen jalan keluar menikmati matahari yang jarang ada, dan menghabiskan waktu bersama anggota keluearga mereka yang lain. Waktu tersempit mereka adalah di winter yang notabene cuma 3 bulan aja, yang dihabiskan untuk ngumpul dirumah dengan keluarga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mereka merasa aman secara kesehatan, karena ada rumah sakit gratis dari pemerintah. Well tapi gw ngga pernah ketemu orang yang mentang2 ada layanan kesehatan gratis trus mereka asal gitu jaga kesehatannya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mereka juga merasa aman secara finansial karena upah gaji minimum yang ditetapkan pemerintah masih cukuup untuk bayar makan, minum dan tempaat tinggal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;di sela2 kesibukannya sepanjang tahun, sesusah apapun mereka berusaha untuk mencari waktu berlibur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;apa dong intinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usahakan sesering mungkin makan di rumah, yang ngga bisa masak coba mulai deh belajar masak. ngga susah dan lebih sehat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coba masak makanan secara alami tanpa pake MSG, royco dll. Kurangi makan garam dan goreng2an. Kalaupun terpaksa menggoreng, coba pake olive oil atopun minyak biji matahari. Mahal sih emang, tapi itulah yang harus dibayar untuk hidup lebih panjang dan lebih sehat. minyak kelapa dapat menyumbat pembuluh darah yang memicu serangan jantung.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coba sekali2 berkebun, biar jelas darimana asal makanan yang kita makan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sekali sehari, coba usahakan untuk jalan2 di luar selama sejam, entah itu pergi ke mesjid atau ke toko tanpa pakai kendaraan. Olah raga rutin sangat perlu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sekali sehari coba istirahatkan pikiran. jangan selalu mikir kerjaan. baca buku lebih bagus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buat plan untuk memperaman hidup kamu, sperti memikirkan asuransi atau memiliki tabungan emergency.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuti setiap 6 bulan sekali selama 1 minggu, pergi ke tempat2 yang masih sejuk untuk ngerefresh pikiran.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hidup panjang murni bukan karena kamu ngga berdosa, itu pilihan yang harus kamu lakukan sekarang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-610044376956566626?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/610044376956566626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/610044376956566626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-long-will-you-live.html' title='How long will you live?'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4971666989805786131</id><published>2010-01-15T12:09:00.005-12:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:03:15.582-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding life, God, and human</title><content type='html'>If I never met Nigel, I will never be able to face my life and grew as an adult. From a very simple question started from : "Does God exist?", he dragged me to then think about the universe and how does it works, how life goes on and the main important thing, what is behind it? And tonight after finished reading a book, I found the answer of all questions I've ever asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually the secret of life, where human should face their life trace by trace. A life is a lesson for human to realized their power in leading the world, in doing anything they wish to do.  Their wish will come true, it's the power of mind which is not just a myth, it's a fact. In getting their selves realized about that power, life shows human everything. Every words which do exist in the world : life, healthy, sick, happy, sad, fall, rise, light, dark, bad, good, evil, saint, you name it and you will find that all words has opposite. No dark will be remain dark forever, even Arctic has light after 6 months in darkness. Therefore there comes the word which leads the blinds to find the light : HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about to hope, hope makes life. When you hope something, you focus in something, the universe attract it to make it real. Your focus is light, successful, rise, power, strength.  But to get, it doesn't happen over night, it takes falls, dark, sadness, sicks, all those bad things you have to experience. And when you keep your focus stronger and stronger, the light will come. And it will be going on and on in every different level, higher and higher. The more you keep yourself focus, the wiser you'll be, and then the life and world will all seem beautiful. In this stage, the peace should have come. So what is we missing now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4971666989805786131?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4971666989805786131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4971666989805786131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2010/01/understanding-life-god-and-human.html' title='Understanding life, God, and human'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-569616620193904129</id><published>2009-07-05T03:11:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:16:01.791-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Awas hati2 ama bisnis2 di bawah ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bisnis5milyar.com/" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.bisnis5milyar.c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;om/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikutan &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=103961505527&amp;amp;h=2e204a9635398cd574a8ccd6721a4590&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FGoogle_bomb" target="_blank" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_bomb"&gt;Google Bombing&lt;/a&gt; Dong!&lt;/em&gt;. Kalau mau ikut berusaha menghentikan skema piramida terbaru ini, pasang link seperti ini &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=103961505527&amp;amp;h=b946114fcdeb0e23961155a61bf3c407&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.bisnis5milyar.com%2F" target="_blank" title="http://www.bisnis5milyar.com/"&gt;penipuan&lt;/a&gt; (dengan nge link ke url di atas) di blog atau website kamu juga. Mari kita hentikan penipuan berkelanjutan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;termasuk juga http://formulabisnis.com, link juga &lt;a href="http://www.formulabisnis.com"&gt;penipuan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-569616620193904129?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/569616620193904129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/569616620193904129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2009/07/awas-hati2-ama-bisnis2-di-bawah-ini.html' title='Awas hati2 ama bisnis2 di bawah ini'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-9111264095147552940</id><published>2009-06-27T00:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:13:34.426-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Curhat aja</title><content type='html'>Tadi gw sempet ceting sama wenny ttg hidup dan agama. Well, singkat kata gw mungkin belum menemukan makna sesungguhnya agama dalam hidup gw, tapi bukan ini yang pengen gw ungkapin disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang orang terlalu fokus terhadap kehidupan akhirat dan lupa bahwa mereka masih harus hidup di dunia. Mereka sholat, berdoa, puasa tapi lupa bahwa masih harus berpikiran positif dalam hidup, tidak mengeluh dan berputus asa, belajar dalam hidup, mengetahui makna cobaan dan lupa bahwa walaupun hidup mereka susah saat ini mereka bisa merubah hidup merkea. Selain itu, mereka lupa dengan lingkungan, kemanusiaan, dan juga menjaga kehidupan supaya tetap harmonis satu sama lain. Seperti orang beli asuransi jiwa, tapi tetep lupa menjaga kesehatannya mentang2 mereka sudah ada asuransi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah ngga kalian berpikir, sebenrnya apa yang telah kalian berikan pada dunia? Apa yang kalian panjatkan dalam doa kalian waktu sholat dan ngaji? Apa yang kalian harapkan dalam ibadah kalian tersebut? Something for yourself right? Pernah ngga berpikir untuk sedikit saja meluangkan waktu untuk membantu sekitar? Gw ngga ngomong tentang zakat, sedekah but your effort to help your society. Menanam pohon untuk mengurangi polusi kek, menghemat pemakaian listrik kek, tidak membuang sampah sembarangan kek, mengurangi pemakaian plastik kek, mendengarkan adek curhat kek, memberikan hadiah kepada orang tua kek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, tanpa kesadaran kita untuk berbuat sesuatu, dunia akan semakin bertambah parah. Jadi meskipun kecil, do something for your society, start with your own family. Giving giving giving, sebarkan aura positif untuk mendapatkan feedback yang positif, stop nulis status yang negatif yang bisa bikin orang yang ngebaca bete, tebarkan senyum dan kebaikan supaya orang2 di sekitar kalian dapat menyebarkannya kepada orang lain. Ga usah terlalu mikir kalian banyak dosa di dunia ini, imbangi dengan menolong orang lain walaupun itu sedikit. Gw sedang memulai kampanye get your dream by doing action, gw ingin bahwa kita semua dapat mengubah dunia menjadi sesuatu yang lebih baik hanya untuk satu hal saja : supaya kita mendapatkan kebahagiaan dalam hidup. Karena gw yakin, jika hidup kita bahagia, maka kita akan lebih serius untuk mengejar kebahagiaan yang sejati nanti di akhirat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-9111264095147552940?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9111264095147552940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9111264095147552940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2009/06/curhat-aja.html' title='Curhat aja'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4687196687403040570</id><published>2009-06-04T04:59:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:02:10.271-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Another uniqueness of Indonesia</title><content type='html'>Prita Mulyasari is a 32-year old mother of two who was charged for defamation of the Omni International Hospital in Alam Sutra, Serpong, Tangerang, West Java, Indonesia. She has been in detained in the Tangerang Women’s Penitentiary since May 13, 2009, and is facing a maximum six years of jail time or Rp 1 billion (about US$100,000).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had written an email to a mailing list complaining about the service that the hospital gave while she was ill in August last year. In the email she gave a chronology of the service provided her by the hospital, and that she had sent a written complaint to the Omni Hospital Management and was received by a Customer Service Coordinator. However instead of providing Prita with a complaints receipt, the Customer Service Coordinator gave her a suggestion receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her email was forwarded by friends to other mailing lists and addresses and caught the attention of the hospital. The hospital then wrote a reply and took out an ad in the local newspaper. Later, it charged Prita with defamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Causes support on facebook that incredibly raising so fast in the last 3 days. When I was joining there were 16,000 indonesian facebookers support Ibu Prita, but now the number has jumped to 134,000. It was happening for just only 3 days. Indonesian today are really aware about their rights as the citizen and as I see, the democracy in Indonesia has been getting better and better. I hope by this cause, the Law and Justice will not be just imaginary things to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Positions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Remove clauses on defamation in the criminal code as it is often misused to silence the right to speak&lt;br /&gt;• Prita Mulyasari’s complaint towards Omni International Hospital cannot be charged with Clause No. 27 item (3) of the Information and Electronic Transaction Law&lt;br /&gt;• Prita Mulyasari’s complaint is secured by Law No. 8 Year 1999 on Consumers’ Rights&lt;br /&gt;• Omni International Hospital should use its RIGHT TO ANSWER, and not prosecute Prita Mulyasari with criminal and civil action for complaints made in mailing lists and letters to editors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Media, bloggers and facebookers that bring the case on to surface then later be considered to be re-analyzed, and without them there will be no justice and Indonesia will just be a country full with the big superpower greedy companies sucking our people money and remove our rights, another form of new colonialism. Thanks that the leader and people here still have heart, and this is why I am proud as Indonesian, I really hope Bali could choose a side to us, the Indonesian not the foreign colonies that use our power disrespecting us and our rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4687196687403040570?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4687196687403040570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4687196687403040570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-uniqueness-of-indonesia.html' title='Another uniqueness of Indonesia'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3531847858585819924</id><published>2009-05-13T12:55:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:32:46.589-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy, you should read this...</title><content type='html'>I've been woke up from the worst nightmare ever, the greatest fear. Being not able to speak and being pressed/used to do something I shouldn't do, and for somebody's personal interest to gain money had destroyed me so much. I am broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just only to recover my brain, but the distance I've taken few days ago till now is a trial to contemplate who I really am, what I am gonna do, and the most important thing is my life purpose. I am not runaway, I am cooking my mind so when it's ready, I can serve it to somebody else that need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people love money so much, why they need power, why they love something unreal. My understanding is, they who love those things have some problems in their life, they hate their selves or some parts of their selves and for sure, they have some problems in their past they can't deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the world with it's hedonism really make me sad. Why people think using Black Berry is cool when all that they need is just to open facebook? Why people think money is everything? The world is fake, everything is just a purpose to make you spend your money to them, to get them richer and richer and richer. It's not like that we don't need it, but people are getting blind, they don't know that they're being used, like I did. These people make up things as if you need what they offer, then you forget that actually, there are other things that can make you happy but you never realize it. You let yourself dragged by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, to clean these brainwashes, to make everyone realize to be not dragged, to make everyone think properly of their existance in the world, to make people help around them that need their help with their money they've been using for some unimportant things that make everyone richer in purpose to get their happiness. Because happiness is not to fuck different young girls aged like your own daughter every night, happiness is not to shout at the person you have given something, happiness is not on the piece of paper with some numbers on, happiness is not to have something you can show to your friends, but to be honest, happiness is satisfied feeling of self acceptance, happiness is to grateful, and to share what you feel to everyone around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3531847858585819924?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3531847858585819924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3531847858585819924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/andy-you-should-read-this.html' title='Andy, you should read this...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2511868356392324774</id><published>2009-01-30T19:37:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:23:34.978-12:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>001. Real name?? INTANIA SALSA (It's internet name, I would never publish my real name on INternet)&lt;br /&gt;002. Like it? → Hell Yeah I created it!&lt;br /&gt;003. Nickname(s)→ Salsa, Madame Salsa&lt;br /&gt;004. Status → SINGLE!!!! on internet hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;005. Zodiac sign → SCORPIO, CAREFUL OF ME&lt;br /&gt;006. Male or female → Sharp like Male, soft like female hehehehe but not lady boy!!&lt;br /&gt;007. Elementary→ Trapped in small Town&lt;br /&gt;008. Middle School → Same&lt;br /&gt;009. High School → Same&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color → Black&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short → Not long not short&lt;br /&gt;012. Eye color → Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;013. Weight → Aahhh, long time never be on scale!!&lt;br /&gt;014. Height → 160 cm&lt;br /&gt;015. Righty or lefty → straight in the middle :P&lt;br /&gt;016. Loud or Quiet → Sometimes Loud Sometimes quiet&lt;br /&gt;017. Sweats or Jeans → Shorts&lt;br /&gt;018. Phone or Camera → Phone with Camera&lt;br /&gt;019. Health freak → Hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;020. Piercings?→ Hate that&lt;br /&gt;021. Do you have a crush on someone? → yessss yess yesssssss&lt;br /&gt;022. Eat or Drink → Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;023. Purse or Backpack → Purse&lt;br /&gt;024. Tattoos → No way!!!&lt;br /&gt;025. Do You Like Yourself? → Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;026. Current worry? → My Career &amp;amp; My future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring, jump to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. First surgery → Hopefully never eva&lt;br /&gt;039. First piercing → Just ears and it's blocked now&lt;br /&gt;040. First best friend → Prita 2 yo&lt;br /&gt;041. First Sport? → Surfing&lt;br /&gt;042. First award → Elementary School, 3rd winner in Science Debate wakakkakkk&lt;br /&gt;043. First crush → Indramawan hehehehehehe... pas SD&lt;br /&gt;044. First pet → Turtle&lt;br /&gt;045. First big vacation → To East Java with my parents&lt;br /&gt;046. First big birthday → 1 yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. Eating → Everything but sandal goreng&lt;br /&gt;048. Drinking → Orange juice&lt;br /&gt;049. I'm about to → the BEACH!!&lt;br /&gt;050. Listening to → BIRD'S SONGS&lt;br /&gt;051. Singing? → mute now&lt;br /&gt;052. Typing? → This, idiot&lt;br /&gt;053. Waiting for → Nigel to come in june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Want kids? → Yes, named ****** Elizabeth Sankey&lt;br /&gt;055. When? → Soon after he purposes me *dont ask me, just ask him when!!*&lt;br /&gt;056. Want to get married? → Of Course!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;057. When? → SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;058. Where Do You Want To Live? → Bali, always, and europe sometime&lt;br /&gt;059. Careers in mind → Writer&lt;br /&gt;060. What Did You Want To Be When You Were Little? → Forget&lt;br /&gt;061. Mellow Future Or Wild? → Im always sure about my future&lt;br /&gt;062. Something You Would Never Try? →  BUngee Jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH BOY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. Lips or eyes → Face&lt;br /&gt;064. Shorter or taller? → Taller.&lt;br /&gt;065. Romantic or spontaneous → Mature and not playboy&lt;br /&gt;066. Nice stomach or nice arms → Nice Bum&lt;br /&gt;067. Sensitive or loud → Gentle&lt;br /&gt;068. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship, I never want to share a man&lt;br /&gt;069. Trouble maker or hesitant → Trouble solver, Ikut devi hehehe&lt;br /&gt;070. Hugging or Kissing? → Make Love ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;071. Tan Skinned or Light? → Doenst matter&lt;br /&gt;072. Dark or Light Hair? → Blonde&lt;br /&gt;073. Muscular or Normal? → With muscle but not too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Lost glasses/contacts → never want to wear any&lt;br /&gt;075. Ran away from home → yes once&lt;br /&gt;076. Held a gun/knife for self defense?→ Eeww, so cruel&lt;br /&gt;077. Killed somebody → Killed cockroaches, ikut devi!! yes I HATE COCROACHES&lt;br /&gt;078. Broken someone's heart → yes, many times&lt;br /&gt;079. Been arrested → *knock the wood*&lt;br /&gt;080. Cried when someone died → few times&lt;br /&gt;081. Kissed A Stranger? → YES hehehehe,&lt;br /&gt;082. Climbed Up A Tree? → forgot&lt;br /&gt;083. Liked A Friend As More Than A Friend? → Like what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Yourself → absolutely&lt;br /&gt;085. Miracles → Yes&lt;br /&gt;086. Love at first sight → That's bullshit&lt;br /&gt;087. Heaven → Maybe&lt;br /&gt;088. Santa Claus → No&lt;br /&gt;089. Kiss on the first date → it's normal right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Is there one person you want to be with right now → Nigel&lt;br /&gt;091. Do You Like Someone? → In love&lt;br /&gt;092. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → Oh I'm PROUD of my life&lt;br /&gt;093. Do you believe in God → Yes, but..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Recieved/Sent Text Message → Naomi, She's dead on bed heehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;095. Received Call → Danny..&lt;br /&gt;096. Call Made? → Mba wiwik, looking forward to go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;097. Comment On MySpace? → I cancel my account&lt;br /&gt;098. Missed Call? → Danny&lt;br /&gt;099. Person You Hung out With? → BEN, he's about to leave to OZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths about me &gt;&gt;&gt; if you like to post crabs like this just go ahead, or maybe just read mine, It's totally crab anyway/......... but I just wanna write something but couldnt think any of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2511868356392324774?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2511868356392324774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2511868356392324774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/001.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3955093036966302035</id><published>2009-01-01T01:55:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:01:56.912-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Supernatural (still........)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aullidos.com/imagenes/caratulas/supernatural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.aullidos.com/imagenes/caratulas/supernatural.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why now I like to watch movies that can raise your adrenaline. I think watching the sweet movies is not challenging at all. But sometimes I'm worried that these kind of movies can change the way I am now.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/INTAN/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3955093036966302035?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3955093036966302035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3955093036966302035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/addicted-to-supernatural-still.html' title='Addicted to Supernatural (still........)'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3274491876664714955</id><published>2008-12-25T06:12:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:12:42.023-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there any level for relationship??</title><content type='html'>I was having dinner on Christmas Night with friends, 2 Japanese, and had very interesting conversation with Colin talking about life, world, politic etc, then suddenly we discussed about relationship or actually the things that happen between boy and girl relationship. I said I hate when somebody's playing a game on early step relationship, a dating + flirting thing, then suddenly he said that I am at the next level, the level 2 of love game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is the title of this note, does that exist or it is just me who dont know its existence????  Why don't people just straight away become honest to show what they feel and to act what they should act instead of playing game? Playing game here represents somebody that still see somebody else beside the girl or the guy they are dating. So lets say you date somebody, then you will say something nice to her/him to get their attention, you treat them so nice and make them believe that you really like them. Then not long time later, an old chick you were chasing suddenly show up then you get rid of the other one for a while to spend time with this chick. And you prob will do the same to these two chicks if you meet a hotter chick, while one of these chicks is really nice girl that already hopes something from you. Then u feel awkward because you know that you hurt this girl even she doesnt know that. That really sounds unfair for me, because the game you're playing is involving somebody's hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate something like that, and to be honest i am scared to get hurt. You might say I am an insecure person, but believe me, it;s so hard to heal from broken heart esp for me. That's why now maybe I try not so into a person, and instead of getting his attention, I move backward and offer my hand to shake and greet a friendship,to become honest in showing myself and who I really am. Cause I believe there is no level for relationship, cause love or a feeling is not something to play with, it is purely love and it should be free to give, to share and to care somebody special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3274491876664714955?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3274491876664714955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3274491876664714955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-there-any-level-for-relationship.html' title='Is there any level for relationship??'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-9157632706272553122</id><published>2008-11-16T07:23:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:40:55.842-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't punish me because of this...............</title><content type='html'>Oh God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened tonight and totally was because of my own mistake. If this is your warning and you still love me God, please don't let this happen and ruin my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be a better person after this and promise not to make mistake again...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that all are going to be better, and sooooooooooooo much thanks to give somebody like him to support me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-9157632706272553122?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9157632706272553122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9157632706272553122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-punish-me-because-of-this.html' title='Don&apos;t punish me because of this...............'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4685705714112480949</id><published>2008-11-16T07:10:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:14:21.325-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Gw banget sih...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Koala&lt;/span&gt; who has purity and sweetness of a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; And no matter how old you get, you can stay youthful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Your attitude is very straight forward and bald. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quick mind&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharp instinct to read the other person's mind&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You are an active woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Nevertheless, you also possess a motherly character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You are kind and can show consideration to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You tend to be rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;argumentative&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will not accept something that is unreasonable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; It takes time to gain your consent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You are independent, and has a challenging spirit to achieve your objectives and ideals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Once you start on something, you will not give up half way, or show weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You know how to get on in life, and are a calculative woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Economic wise, you've got your feet steadily on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You are rather suspicious type of person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't tend to take every word of other person straightly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try to read behind the lines&lt;/span&gt;, very carefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You tend to get lost in your thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You think high of sports and training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Nevertheless, you also think a lot about art, and are a romantic sort of person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Even after you get married, you can be successful as a professional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know yours??? Click &lt;a href="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4685705714112480949?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4685705714112480949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4685705714112480949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/gw-banget-sih.html' title='Gw banget sih...............'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4043669144647567101</id><published>2008-11-13T03:42:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:58:52.246-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm totally Kuta Girl</title><content type='html'>Once my friends were here and we talked about Bali as a Holiday Destination. They said it's better they come to Bali for holiday instead of living here because the feeling they have can completely different. I said no, I cant leave Bali especially Kuta and choose other place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any other places where I can live without : &lt;br /&gt;1. Going to the beach which just only a stone throw away from my house&lt;br /&gt;2. Finding Circle K that open for 24 hours within walking distance and dont have to walk far away if I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;3. Going clubbing and I can walk home safely&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching the hot boys that pass my neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching the sunset from my balcony&lt;br /&gt;6. Not knowing where I can find the same room like I have right now&lt;br /&gt;7. Having free internet connection at home&lt;br /&gt;8. Doing all that I want, without having somebody get involved with my life.&lt;br /&gt;9. Surfing everyday like I do now&lt;br /&gt;10. Etcccccccccccc etccccccccccc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things why I love this place, and I am so grateful of my life. I love my life and now many are jealous to mine. Don't you, girl?????? that's why you need to hurt me so that you can taste a bit of my cake. And hey, it's my cake you've taken, my cake is the beautiful life you can only dream, but yes, you can take those part since I still have a whole cake on  my hand. It's a cake, not a boy, a boy just a small part of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But poor you it was just only a dream and soon you have to back to your real life, which I am now living on my dream, and I am so happy, I am sooooooooo happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt me more and you'll be hurt by karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is too beautiful to be taken by you, and you won't take my cake away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4043669144647567101?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4043669144647567101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4043669144647567101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-totally-kuta-girl.html' title='I&apos;m totally Kuta Girl'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5464926398514683003</id><published>2008-11-11T19:05:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:14:24.564-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cintaku terhalang Visa</title><content type='html'>Gara2 krisis global dan eksekusi mati Amrozi dkk, visa untuk ke Eropa susah didapat. Bali juga lagi sepi turis, padahal dari merekalah kita dapat makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw susah ke Inggris karena visa susah didapat, dan Nigel susah ke Bali karena krisis global, susah kerjaan di inggris. Padahal sudah 8 bulan gw ngga ketemu nigel, mungkin juga bakal lebih dari setahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saja gw ngga terlalu cinta dia, atau kita bukan pasangan yang perfect, mungkin gw sudah ninggalin dia dari dulu2... tapi gw ngga bisa ngebayangin hidup gw tanpa Nigel........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5464926398514683003?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5464926398514683003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5464926398514683003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/cintaku-terhalang-visa.html' title='Cintaku terhalang Visa'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-6656861142723390133</id><published>2008-11-10T17:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:52:39.138-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing account</title><content type='html'>After all that happened last weekend, I decide now to close my account. It's bit hard to do cause I wrote blog since 2002. But I realized that i have to, as I was being hurt, and I dont want somebody hurt me again and I have enough wounds on my heart. It's better I disappear and no one will jump on my life again and take my cake&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had a great time for 6 years, and just take 30 minutes to brake all that matters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks for everything guys!!! &lt;br&gt;Thanks for the hole you left inside me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I would never be able to trust anyone after this, and no more cake to everyone, no more Bali tour no more escort &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-6656861142723390133?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6656861142723390133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6656861142723390133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/closing-account.html' title='Closing account'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3653455178748478310</id><published>2008-11-09T13:53:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:53:18.494-12:00</updated><title type='text'>no more cake bite!</title><content type='html'>I have a big delicious cake, sweet, tender, tasteful and delightful and I am so grateful to have it, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so that I share a bite to everyone I love, to friends, colleagues, relatives&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but then they want more than a bite, maybe they're hungry or they thought my cake is so delicious to just get a bite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and they start to eat my piece..... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so sorry from now on, I don't wanna give my cake anymore. Sorry.........!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3653455178748478310?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3653455178748478310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3653455178748478310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-more-cake-bite.html' title='no more cake bite!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7644908694771122105</id><published>2008-11-06T15:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:30:47.256-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Why him?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been asked so many questions from my friends why am I still waiting for him that apperantly couldn't come to Bali to meet me regularly?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First is not to make myself so childish to keep asking him when to come and why he couldn't come here, because if he cannot come then it's because he needs to concentrate on the most important things in his life for now and for the future. Because I know he will come if the time is right as money is not a problem for him and the fact that he loves waves and surfing in Bali. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Second, of course I don't limit my life just only to wait him. I opened myself, met many people and of course, many guys. And I compare my guy and the other guys that probably have better job than him, earn more money than him, live closer to me than him or even look more cute than him. But when it comes to personality and a thinking about living forever with somebody that suits you best, my bf wins. Because he knows HOW TO BE WITH ME and he is the one I've been looking for so long, and he's here, in my heart and he is mine. just mine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and third, he's cute, super cute and he has the most wonderful smile eva with the clearest blue eyes color that show his best personality.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that's why I love him... So much so much......... with all my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but that doesn't mean that I stop meeting other people thou... I still need to live my life &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7644908694771122105?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7644908694771122105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7644908694771122105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-him.html' title='Why him?????'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8916556269964538046</id><published>2008-11-05T12:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:36:30.461-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazilian Waxing</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, last two days ago I tried a brazilian waxing, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn, it;s sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hurt!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but the result was amazing!! It looks cute, like a baby!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and soft thou,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;blame your bf if he said there is no difference with the hairy one, he probably not somebody who understand you at all &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hehehe&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8916556269964538046?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8916556269964538046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8916556269964538046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/brazilian-waxing.html' title='Brazilian Waxing'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-6892174966796845168</id><published>2008-11-05T12:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:21:26.401-12:00</updated><title type='text'>account baru</title><content type='html'>lagi nyiapin account baru nih ga enak yang lama ini cowokku udah tau jadinya gw ngga bisa nulis2 yang aneh2      &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-6892174966796845168?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6892174966796845168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6892174966796845168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/account-baru.html' title='account baru'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-962105534926342596</id><published>2008-11-01T11:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:30:16.227-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancaman Bom III</title><content type='html'>eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cape deh ngga bisa dugem soalnya Amrozi mau dieksekusi takutnya ada ancaman bom bali 3. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mati di bom kan ngga lucu ya?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;iiiiiiiihh sereeeemmm!!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-962105534926342596?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/962105534926342596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/962105534926342596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/ancaman-bom-iii.html' title='Ancaman Bom III'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-1224411895239813628</id><published>2008-11-01T00:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T04:52:06.992-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my paradise............ </title><content type='html'>Ada pembukaan bar di Jl. Benesari, Little Wing, bar yang girlie dengan dekorasinya yang menggunakan warna pink dan item. Dihiasi dengan hiasan2 kriting lucu khas cewe dengan suasana yang sedikit funky namun kalem. Yang punya cewe dari Sweden dan apperantly dia baru di Bali. Gw denger dia jual semua harta benda yang dia punya di Sweden termasuk apartemen dan segala tetek bengeknya dan tampaknya dia berharap dia akan punya hidup baru di Bali. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dan tampaknya hampir semua orang di Bali berharap begitu, berharap akan ada keajaiban yang datang di hidup mereka yang baru disini.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bali, tampaknya memang jadi surga untuk semua orang dan setiap tahun jumlah orang yang pindah dan menetap di Bali semakin bertambah baik lokal ataupun warga negara asing. gw adalah salah satu orang tersebut.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kadang gw miris, kasian dan gemes ngliat ulah orang2 yang hidup lama di Bali. Mereka yang datang berharap akan mendapatkan hidup yang lebih baik dsini but sepertinya banyak orang yang cuma memanfaatkan ketidak tahuan turis2 dan pendatang baru tersebut untuk mengais rejeki. Being as tourism destination, kinerja pendapatan uang di bali adalah berusaha untuk mendapatkan sedikit komisi untuk tetap menyambung nyawa mereka yang hidup disini lebih dulu. dan kdang kala mereka2 itu ngga punya hati untuk sedikit lebih kasihan dengan kondisi mereka2 yang baru datang ke sini. Mereka pikir semua tamu (bule turis) itu pasti banyak duit dan mereka tak peduli kalau bule2 itu nangis darah karena mereka bokek gara2 ketipu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sperti bar ini yang tampaknya harus bersaing dengan bar-bar lainnya di sepanjang jalan Benesari untuk mendapatkan pengunjung dimana Bali sudah mulai memasuki low season. dan juga harus berjuang dengan penduduk setempat yang mengatasnamakan ribut2 untuk mencari ceperan duit serta lokal2 lainnya yang mengatasnamakan keamanan untuk mencari uang,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dan petugas pajak, dan banjar dan.......................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bali is a paradise, and you're welcomed to my paradise...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the sky is blue here and the music will never stop&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's beautiful place to live but of course, it has another bad side. It took so much efforts to keep surviving, but once you survive, you will survive, like I did. Walaupun sampai berdarah-darah, gw akan tetap hidup disini sampai ada seseorang atau nasib yang akan membawa gw keluar dari sini. Tapi pada akhirnya Bali adalah tujuan gw untuk menghabiskan masa hidup gw. dan itulah yang dirasakan semua orang, para surfers, para beach boys, para waitress, para pecun, dan para pendatang-pendatang yang membawa sejuta mimpi mereka ke Bali,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;because they know, Bali is a paradise....&lt;br&gt;above the hell   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-1224411895239813628?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1224411895239813628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1224411895239813628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-to-my-paradise.html' title='Welcome to my paradise............ '/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5831101934280448289</id><published>2008-10-31T19:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:34:18.732-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Question????????</title><content type='html'>My friend once asked me :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for a marriage, after you taste many different foods during your life, how can you stand eating just only one food for your entire life????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found the answer :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you can if you find that the food is healthy enough to keep you surviving in life.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5831101934280448289?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5831101934280448289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5831101934280448289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/question.html' title='Question????????'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7723594978903196113</id><published>2008-10-31T19:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:23:54.865-12:00</updated><title type='text'>During the sunset</title><content type='html'>during the sunset&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I surfed again this afternoon, and the feeling of surfing was still the same like before, challanging. It was a bit cloudy but the sky colour, as usual, was still beautiful. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I imagined Nigel carrying me at his back during the sunset 1,5 years ago. And I really wanted he's here teaching me how to surf, how to move to the side. While I was moving forward on my board I really wanted to see him at my back giving me applause because I could move smoothly with my board.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And during that time, I met a friend that told me a story about the guy I used to have a crush. He always compare every girls to his gf and never looked around. Well, I always compare every guys with Nigel too, but I have to look a bit closer. And yes, it's a bit challenging for me to get closer to a guy, but at the end I found that my bf is the best one I ever meet. They do look amazing with their muscles, appearances, and how they speak, but when it comes to the heart and personality, Nigel is the winner overall. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know that my bf is the best among all, but still, he's far. But I wait till he come and I know he will come. He wins my heart, he wins everything. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I just wanna enjoy my life before I am taken, and I know, I just have very short time....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;During the sunset, I am realized,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am just a human being who can't ignore any temptations....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7723594978903196113?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7723594978903196113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7723594978903196113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/during-sunset.html' title='During the sunset'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7500105738804954472</id><published>2008-10-28T22:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:20:29.586-12:00</updated><title type='text'>dan dan dan..........</title><content type='html'>touch me once again......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need you &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;asap&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;damn!!!! I hate this feeling!!!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7500105738804954472?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7500105738804954472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7500105738804954472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/dan-dan-dan.html' title='dan dan dan..........'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-684918500332378203</id><published>2008-10-23T21:29:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:31:11.162-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am soooooooo lucky...........</title><content type='html'>I almost left a day whinging about a lonely bday I had for 26 years old, but then I realized that today and the days in life are too beautiful to be whinged anywhy..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam on the ocean during my lunch time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can you find a job where you can leave your job for couple of hours to swim at the nearest beach to your office???? I can, I am so lucky.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I spent the afternoon with my friend eating my bday cake with the frangipani balcony view, I spent the evening at OBC walking home and after I was home the rain fell... I was safe from the rain, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so lucky.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And at night, I chatted with my bf who lives overseas but always calls me twice a day and woulddn't mind to see me online almost every night, talks to me and postpones his hunger just to hear me saying some silly stories......,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So please let me remain myself that : I AM SO LUCKY.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for this beautiful day, and thanks for all Your gifts to me..... I am so lucky to be blessed even for things I never ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-684918500332378203?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/684918500332378203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/684918500332378203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-soooooooo-lucky.html' title='I am soooooooo lucky...........'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3565660796910129740</id><published>2008-10-23T17:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:38:14.721-12:00</updated><title type='text'>uhukkk... uhuuuuukk...</title><content type='html'>si Brazil ganteng itu ternyata udah punya holiday fling.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sedih deh!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hiks......hiksssssssssss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sayang aja cewenya rambutnya blonde. kalah deh eikeee....&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3565660796910129740?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3565660796910129740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3565660796910129740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/uhukkk-uhuuuuukk.html' title='uhukkk... uhuuuuukk...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3603293570127382397</id><published>2008-10-22T16:37:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:37:26.588-12:00</updated><title type='text'>It's (almost) like the other day....</title><content type='html'>Today is my special day.. but just like my any other bday for 26 years, I celebrate today by myself, without a bf next to me......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanna make a wish today, wanna pray to God for something special that have happened in my life especially during these last 2 years, but unfortunately I have my menstrual period coming. But fortunately, before I found it happened, I have a swim for a while on Kuta Beach during my lunch time. And it was good =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just dont wanna spend my day alone, still wish that somebody help me through this leaving a memorable night, but........&lt;br&gt;apparently there is nobody coming&lt;br&gt;maybe just wait Nigel coming next year to save me from the similar situation, and I have to spend a year alone again............&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and the worse thing,&lt;br&gt;I have no wish&lt;br&gt;I am afraid to say a wish&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;maybe just a hope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope there is a hope for me to find a true love, next to me.........&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS. babe, thanks for your wish..... I hope it's gonna be you.................. &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3603293570127382397?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3603293570127382397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3603293570127382397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-almost-like-other-day.html' title='It&amp;#39;s (almost) like the other day....'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-6676898474763379623</id><published>2008-10-20T14:59:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:19:58.698-12:00</updated><title type='text'>10 facts About Me</title><content type='html'>Kapan hari di tag ama Ochie (kapan hari itu maksudnya 16 September lalu hehehe) disuruh nulis 10 things about me. Sebenernya gw ngga sberapa suka nulis2 panjang tentang diri sendiri akhir2 ini karean terus terang ga ada waktu untuk mikir (lagi males mikir), tapi demi meneruskan tradisi di MP ya sud lah gw nulis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gw ngga percaya ama tag-tag yang bilang "kalo kamu ngga meneruskan ini maka kamu akan dapat bencana..." ato "account YMmu akan di hapus..!!!", that's just text ah. Ga percaya gw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patah hati banget sejak putus dengan Mr. T dan sejak itu selalu beranggapan bahwa Cinta dipengaruhi Napsu dapat menyesatkan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinta sekali dengan kehidupan laut. gw selalu merasa bahwa dulunya gw adalah putri duyung, makanya selalu ngerasa pengen berenang dan sering nyesek kalau bernafas di darat. Gw juga ngerasa kalau kaki gw sering sakit kalo nginjek daratan, sukanya nginjek pasir dengan debur ombak hehehe....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinta surfing tapi kapok karena keseret arus jauh ketengah. Untungnya ditolongin surfer didorongin ke pantai, sayangnya surfernya orang lokal dan ga ganteng uhuhuhuhuhuuhu.... (kan bisa jadi alasan untuk kenalaaaannnn)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Demen Bercinta, kalo bisa tiap hari, kan badan jadi sehat, perut jadi langsing, pantat jadi nungging hehehehehehe....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bersyukur sudah bisa hidup di Bali, tinggal di Kuta dan kerja di Travel yang sekarang dengan kaca yang transparan jadi bisa mantengin bule2 yang sliwar sliwer tiap hari. Ketemu dengan surfer2 keren yang badannya six pack dan berkhayal macem2 di saat jam kerja &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punya mimpi banyak, salah satunya Nikah ama Nigel tinggal di Bali dan jadi writer sambil nungguin kiriman Dollar Australia dari sang suami yang kerja di salah satu Tambang di OZ, dikaruniai anak cantik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sudah mengenal internet sejak umur 13 tahun, dan pasti akan selalu terkoneksi dengan internet karena gw cinta internet!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pernah menjadi korban bullying (apa sih bahasa indonesianya?? yang tertindas????) selama 12 tahun di sekolah (SD-SMA) karean kulit gw yang item, rambut kriting dan ngga suka dandan. Eeeeeeeeeeeeee ngga taunya justru itu yang bikin gw jadi primadona di Bali. Ngga laku di pasar Lokal, tapi laris di pasar Internasional heheheehehe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Percaya adanya Tuhan, Takdir, dan perasaan positif. Gw selalu berusaha untuk menerapkan positive Feeling, dan berusaha melupakan apapun kesalahan yang sudah terjadi termasuk kesalahan dengan Mr. T. Dan gw yakin, apapun yang kamu lakukan terutama yang bersifat menolong orang lain, pasti akan ada balasan dari Tuhan YME &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-6676898474763379623?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6676898474763379623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6676898474763379623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-facts-about-me.html' title='10 facts About Me'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2198983157603393974</id><published>2008-10-20T14:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:27:04.814-12:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Stand mah One Night Stand aja....!!</title><content type='html'>Jangan ngarep ah!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2198983157603393974?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2198983157603393974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2198983157603393974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-night-stand-mah-one-night-stand-aja.html' title='One Night Stand mah One Night Stand aja....!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5804855371531554805</id><published>2008-10-19T21:04:00.002-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:09:44.160-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be away....</title><content type='html'>Bali is sooooooooooooo fuckin hot!!!! I cant believe this paradise now close to hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this is hell anywhy?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5804855371531554805?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5804855371531554805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5804855371531554805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/will-be-away.html' title='Will be away....'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-154315358056987249</id><published>2008-10-19T02:43:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:43:27.215-12:00</updated><title type='text'>if.......</title><content type='html'>If we're destined to meet, we'll meet, then i'll come to you and we;re can be together for a while...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but if we;re not,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then it's life, sometimes that happened&lt;br&gt;even if that hurts us so much&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but I know,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we're meant to be,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cause something always happen for a reason&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-154315358056987249?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/154315358056987249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/154315358056987249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/if.html' title='if.......'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3510662857491484685</id><published>2008-10-19T01:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:48:42.629-12:00</updated><title type='text'>just 30 cm away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://intaniasalsa.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPtwagoKCEIAACPCLjI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intaniasalsa.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPtyxwoKCEIAAGR6DSM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.intaniasalsa.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPtyxwoKCEIAAGR6DSM1/kiss.jpg?et=YO8avEo3AEC7fPqEF0yGPQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;*menghibur diri sendiri*&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://intaniasalsa.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPtwagoKCEIAACPCLjI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3510662857491484685?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3510662857491484685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3510662857491484685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-30-cm-away.html' title='just 30 cm away...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8080129875171845090</id><published>2008-10-19T01:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:03:33.304-12:00</updated><title type='text'>why??</title><content type='html'>why should I be away from u?   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8080129875171845090?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8080129875171845090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8080129875171845090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='why??'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-23775959553170235</id><published>2008-10-18T03:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:03:27.511-12:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>  Do you know if I still love you??&lt;br&gt;Do you know if I still remember what we had??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you know if I always remember how you hugged me while you're dying??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I still love you&lt;br&gt;and I am jealous.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cause she's with you now....&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-23775959553170235?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/23775959553170235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/23775959553170235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4558844841510297397</id><published>2008-10-17T18:06:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:06:44.920-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover</title><content type='html'>Cant wake up today, too hangover!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the real Bali Holiday!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4558844841510297397?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4558844841510297397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4558844841510297397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7965076662240004917</id><published>2008-10-16T11:42:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:13:22.460-12:00</updated><title type='text'>So dissapointed to you!!</title><content type='html'>ky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita semua udah tau lho ky permainanmu. udah deh ngaku aja, sama juga kamu yang ambil uangku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu pesen dari temen2. Kta sbenernya ga beda2in kalo temenan entah lu artis ato bukan, orang biasa ato bukan dan kita ngga bedain dari fisik muka ato kondisi keuangan. Dulu tangan kita terbuka untuk temenan ama elu, saynag nya ternayta tujuan temenan elu ngga tulus ya. dan gw heran kenapa sih lu speertinya ngga pd dengan diri lu????? if only you have inner beauty you can shine dan jadi orang yang menarik, hanya sayangnya kayanya inner beauty elu juga ngga ada, sumpah kita semua nyesel banget udah ngenal elu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesen dari riri stella dan marisa&lt;br /&gt;hey "REVA".... first of all i wanna say that im very dissapointed with u. coz now i feel that i was really stupid. i know you are not THE REAL PERSON... REVALINA S TEMAT! not you!!! you are just somebody who use her pics and prentend to be her! u said u wanted to go to rumours last nite? what the hell r u talkin about? my friend works as bartender ... Read Morethere and u werent there! u use SURABAYA number instead of JAKARTA's. i called the BALI SANI SUITES as u said that u stay there which is only 2 mins from my place but u know what the reception said???? he was laughing found that's a funny joke! of course if u're a really REVALINA u wont stay there! u said u went home on Ied Mubarrak? The real REVALINA was in Jakarta! didnt go to sumatra on that time. anyway, she's too busy with her study and work. but YOU - THE FAKE REVALINA have TOO much time for chit chat! what the f***!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! IF YOU ARE REALLY A REAL REVALINA... I BET U... HOW DARE U TO MEET ME THIS AFTERNOON OR TOMORROW!!! but if not... then dont bother me or my friends with those kind of stupid bullshit!!!&lt;br /&gt;i give u the time till tomorrow. IF YOU DONT MEET ME THEN YOU ARE ABSOLUTLY A FAKE PERSON!if u thought that u r the only "famous" person i know, gimme a break... Read More!!!! i've met much more famous person than "YOU".&lt;br /&gt;the pics on FB all are from the internet! if you delete me after this NO PROBLEM at all! i understand because you are too scared to face me out! u might think that we are stupid girls but remember we might have been born at nite but not last f****** nite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita udah nolongin elu tapi elunya sepertinya ngga tau terima kasih ya.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah gw kecewa berat ky ama kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw heran deh kneapa ada orang yang ngebales kebaikan orang lain dengan keburukan ya??? ada orang yang bikin dunianya sendiri dan jadi orang lain. Living on their own dream and imaginary. Amit2 amit2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw jengkel setengah mati bukan karena gw n temen2 diboongin nih cewe, melainkan karnea gw udah nolongin dia ngasih tumpnagan selama dia di Bali tapi ujung2nya end up dengan hilangnya duit gw. udah gitu dia atas nama Reva Palsu nyuruh2 gw n stella ngasih duit ke cewe ini dengan alasan kasihan ama cewe ini yang ngga punya lagi duit untuk tinggal di Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ngga punya duit ya pulang jangan tinggal di Bali,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kamu pikir gw bego apa ngasih duit ke kamu, kalo emang si "REVA" mau nolongin kamu, instead of transfering me money, why didn't she give the money to you by herself???????????? Dengan kamu nyuruh gw dan stella ngasih duit ke kiky dan mojok2in gw, kamu justru ngebongkar kedok kamu sendiri tau ngga sih??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kamu adalah siapa yang menjadi temen Reva pertama kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kamu adalah orang yang tidur di rumah stella dan pakai komputernya untuk buka hotmail, cause your tracks all were there, dont you know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kenapa kamu malu dengan dirimu hingga kamu ngaku2 jadi orang lain?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not stupid, idiot!&lt;br /&gt;Untung aja kamu ambil duitku, kalo ngga mungkin laptopku yang lu ambil. dan kalo lu bukan malingnya mana mungkin kamu balikin duitku karena kamu ngga enak sama aku??? that's my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey! I am just victim here!! why you think I am this bitch???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to spend my time using internet to catch guys! I can get any guys I want here!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7965076662240004917?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7965076662240004917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7965076662240004917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-dissapointed-to-you.html' title='So dissapointed to you!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-6381395703499303072</id><published>2008-10-15T12:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:21:03.894-12:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for us.......</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intaniasalsa.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPa@kwoKCEIAAFSiPuo1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 203px;height: 152px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.intaniasalsa.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPa@kwoKCEIAAFSiPuo1/115.jpg?et=la4qCDptwLbMRz1u2K2b8A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;to think again what our purpose was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to think again what we feel now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to think again what we want for later&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-6381395703499303072?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6381395703499303072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6381395703499303072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-time-for-us.html' title='It&amp;#39;s time for us.......'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8798792480842344987</id><published>2008-10-15T09:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:49:24.208-12:00</updated><title type='text'>On the hot weather</title><content type='html'>I had an crazy idea last nite, swimming under the full moon at 10 o'clock at night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was so great........&lt;br&gt;I've refreshed my mind and body&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no longer think of him&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or him&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just myself.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8798792480842344987?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8798792480842344987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8798792480842344987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-hot-weather.html' title='On the hot weather'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8799590944680002188</id><published>2008-10-13T18:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:07:18.282-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell you are???</title><content type='html'>it just take really short time to reveal who you are,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sooner or later we're gonna know.....&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8799590944680002188?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8799590944680002188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8799590944680002188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-hell-you-are.html' title='Who the hell you are???'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7847271086501004892</id><published>2008-10-12T16:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:58:50.289-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Gateway : Escape from Kuta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just had wonderful weekend, I went to Ulu with friends, the most desperate ppl on the weekend. Semuanya lagi horny, semua lagi gila dan semua lagi pengen cuci mata tapi juga pengen menikmati alam. So untuk memenuhi semua keinginan, hanya ada satu tempat yang bisa dituuju, Uluwatu, tempat dimana kamu bisa menikmati indahnya alam dan indahnya mahluk Tuhan berkulit putih yang berbadan seksi.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So we took our bags to head Ulu.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Sabtu malam minggu dimana para bule2 surfer pengen libur dari surfing dan menuju tempat pesta di Kuta, kita berangkat menuju tempat sepi. Makan di warung murah sambil cuci mata lihat badan2 mereka yang six pack sambil berkhayal seandainya aku dapat berada di bawah mereka malam itu... *ngayal*. Ada orang lokal yang mabok dan seperti biasa, fighting. Cape deeh... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Leaving restaurant we were looking for accomodation. Sialnya semua udah tutup, dan untungnya ada temennya temenku orang amerika yang mau minjemin bungalow yang direntalnya ke kita karena dia mau berburu cewe di Kuta. So berempat, gw, meta, andin dan koko tidur sekasur, foursome. Kita pada nggodain Koko mencoba apakah kejantanannya masih berfungsi dengan wanita tapi ternyata emang bener2, dia bener2 ngga doyan vagina meski kita sudah membuka selangkangan kita selebar2nya.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; First hit was Padang-padang.&lt;br&gt; Dan sialnya temen gw si empunya kamar ngga dapet cewe, dan jadi deh dia ngebangunin gw pagi2 bersama temennya si Clint -yang gw panggil Clit- yang cute itu. Niatnya mau ngecengin Clit tapi ternyata si Brian udah nempel2 gw. Siaul. Mau ngusir tapi udah dikasih nginep di tempatnya dia jadinya membiarkan dia sedikit mesra ama gw sebagai tanda terima kasih udah dikasih nginep *dasar pecun*, dan cuma bisa ngiler liat Clit. Heading off to Padang, airnya sedikit kotor dan gw ngerasa gatel2. Kita sedikit telat gara2 gangguan Brian di pagi hari, maunya ke sana trus mau nude di pantai soalnya kalo pagi kan ga ada orang disitu, cuma karena telat akhirnya kita membatalkan aksi telanjang dan akhirnya berjemur aja *sok bule*. Kita cuma 1 jam-an dan bertolak ke Ulu untuk lunch.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Ulu&lt;br&gt; Makan siang di warung di Ulu dan menyudahinya dengan segera karena girang banget Uluwatu sedang low tide, langsung nyamber barang2 kita dan turun ke mulut gua kemudian di sambut pantai yang sedang low tide. Udah 2 tahun gw pengen berenang di Ulu yang low tide dan baru sekarang kesampean. &lt;br&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intaniasalsa.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPMNBgoKCEIAAHR6-sQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.intaniasalsa.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPMNBgoKCEIAAHR6-sQ1/suluban-beach.jpg?et=2ym8bTWGCddeGgRO%2CI29KQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; Gw ma anak2 ngendon bentar di pondok kayu di tebing, trus turun dan berenang, jemur, berenang lagi, jemur lagi dan berenang lagi dan seterusnya. Gw berenang sama ikan2, ngliat kehidupan laut dan main pasir. I felt so alive, I love the ocean, I love the smell, the sea breeze and everything. Being in Ulu made me so alive, just need him here and everything is so perfect. Bisa duduk di karang di tengah2 laut dengan sedikit berenang di sana dan ngliat orang2 yang surfing dari dekat, dan well, mungkin juga bercinta di sana. But, still have to wait again....... dunno till when.... &lt;br&gt; Ditutup sama Bir, kita semua meninggalkan Ulu dan menuju Dreamland untuk sunset.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dreamland and Kuta&lt;br&gt;Just enjoy the sunset then off to Kuta, tired, but still have to accompany my friend to go to the bar. So I was total tired, full after had dinner, and one margaritha made my sleep perfect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, almost....&lt;br&gt;just need a man next to me hehehe&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And we now decide to escape from Kuta every weekend, kita hidup di Bali masa ngga tau mana2, so from next week we're about to get around Bali, trying to live our wonderful life in the Paradise Island of Bali.......   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7847271086501004892?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7847271086501004892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7847271086501004892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-gateway-escape-from-kuta.html' title='Weekend Gateway : Escape from Kuta'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8411680752367618803</id><published>2008-10-10T00:22:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:36:06.135-12:00</updated><title type='text'>will it be like before??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dollar semakin naik dan naik, tadi tanya ke money changer hari ini US dollar beli 10,000 jual 9,675. anjrit anjrit anjrit.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi pesimis nih, kalo ntar visa dapet tapi tiketnya ga kebeli gimana? Mana Poundsterling lagi turun juga lagi. OZ dollar gila2an. 3 bulan yang lalu bisa 8,600 sekarang cuma 6,300. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;akankah ekonomi dunia menjadi seperti tahun 1997 yang lalu???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berarti sekarang cari bule amrik deh, biar dapet dollar sebanyak mungkin, ntar pas dollar nyampe 20,000 jual deh biar duitnya jadi tambah banyak, hehehehe........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pound nya lagi turun, disimpen dulu ntar kalo Obama jadi Presiden baru beralih ke Inggris lagi, cari pound yang banyak heheheehehehehehe........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;updated : &lt;/span&gt;barusan lihat dollar udah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9,730 &lt;/span&gt;yakin deh gw ngga akan trun sampe Obama jadi Presiden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8411680752367618803?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8411680752367618803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8411680752367618803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/will-it-be-like-before.html' title='will it be like before??'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7732559361301834811</id><published>2008-10-09T18:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:08:28.638-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am drunk!</title><content type='html'>ahahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am flying.. my boss gave me bourbon, the best in Oz. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wow..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel good!! &lt;br&gt;ahahaha&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7732559361301834811?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7732559361301834811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7732559361301834811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-drunk.html' title='I am drunk!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-6803719332210020446</id><published>2008-10-09T16:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:41:22.787-12:00</updated><title type='text'>dont you know, I just dont have time! </title><content type='html'>That's clear enough?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tx&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and bye,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I better make money, little girl!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-6803719332210020446?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6803719332210020446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6803719332210020446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-you-know-i-just-dont-have-time.html' title='dont you know, I just dont have time! '/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8530732055110972755</id><published>2008-10-09T03:16:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:22:41.566-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepertinya.........</title><content type='html'>Cape banget, what a strange day, having 2 different surprises on the same day,&lt;br /&gt;yang satu mengejutkan, satu lagi lebih mengejutkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOoooooooooohh I really need a holiday, such of tiring tiring day, full of works too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aje gile gw sekarng jumpalitan ngeberesin kerjaan, pengen rasanya mengingatkan diri sendiri kalo tangan cuma 2, otak sebenernya rada tumpul, dan pantat semakin besar sehingga berat dibawa kemana2. Tapi kalo ngliat :&lt;br /&gt;- 4 trips belum di record&lt;br /&gt;- newsletter belum dibikin&lt;br /&gt;- foto belum ditransfer&lt;br /&gt;- web Kuta ku belum di selesaiin&lt;br /&gt;- email belum dibales&lt;br /&gt;- business plan belum dibuat&lt;br /&gt;- buku jelas ngga akan selesai dibikin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppppppfffffffff, kalo boleh nego ke Tuhan gw minta sehari dilamain jadi 35 jam deh. biar semua cepet kelar. pala gw mau pecah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kok malah ceting, ngeplurk dan ngeblog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhu......&lt;br /&gt;gara2 ngeladenin anak kecil nih payaaahhhhh....beginilah jadinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish for today :&lt;br /&gt;- pengen dugem, minum alkohol dan ketemu si itu. Maklum di sby ga ada alkohol dan minim bule&lt;br /&gt;- pengen ke Lovina lihat lumba2&lt;br /&gt;- pengen berenang di Padang2 di hari yang cerah dan panas&lt;br /&gt;- pengen makan sashimi lagi&lt;br /&gt;- pengen cium nigel *duh masih lama ya*&lt;br /&gt;- pengen besok tanggal 31 biar gajian hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;- pengen semua yang panas2 hengkang dari hidupku, just live my life like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AKU PENGEN SURFING LAGI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8530732055110972755?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8530732055110972755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8530732055110972755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/sepertinya.html' title='Sepertinya.........'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2045884439605938356</id><published>2008-10-08T13:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:42:32.189-12:00</updated><title type='text'>why I did that???</title><content type='html'>Because I dont want to make this longer so that's why I didn't write to her directly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so I wrote to him and I won't get the long long reply email about her reaction. Because all of what have happened actually is not my business, mine was just only about what she said that we are bule hunter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and I dont have to make any clarification of that&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you said we are bule hunter or not, I dont care, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;really dont care!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WTF!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps. check his sent item! on FB!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2045884439605938356?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2045884439605938356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2045884439605938356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-did-that.html' title='why I did that???'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2728378037444187425</id><published>2008-10-07T22:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:14:18.522-12:00</updated><title type='text'>talking about her</title><content type='html'>gw ngga heran ada orang yang suka ngecap orang&lt;br&gt;tapi gw heran kenapa tuh orang ngecap seseorang yang ngga2 dan memberitahukannya ke teman baik seseorang tersebut terlebih kalau orang yang suka ngecap itu belum pernah ketemu orang yang di cap?? itu namanya mah cari mati.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bingung?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gw kenal cewe lewat FB dan all she knew about me just from what I wrote on my wall&lt;br&gt;and she told to her bf that I and my friends are bule hunter&lt;br&gt;and she is so stupid, she told it to my best friend too &lt;br&gt;of course my friend would tell it to me, so how come she is mad to my friend?&lt;br&gt;my friend is the one who already meet me and know who I and my friends are, not her&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dan siapa yang stupid di sini?&lt;br&gt;atau bisa dibilang brainless....&lt;br&gt;mau tau artinya brainless?? mari kita kutip ini dari blognya dia :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"brainless |ˈbrānlis|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-style: italic;"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid; foolish : a brainless bimbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thesaurus    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brainless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-style: italic;"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is she completely brainless?&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tupid, foolish, witless, unintelligent, ignorant, idiotic, simpleminded, slow-witted, feebleminded, halfwitted, empty-headed; informal dumb, brain-dead, moronic, cretinous, bubbleheaded, thick, dopey, dozy, birdbrained, peabrained, dippy, wooden-headed, chowderheaded. antonym clever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dia kan yang nulis artinya brainless, jadi dia udah tau dong artinya brainless itu apa wong udah ditulis di blognya sendiri. bodoh sekali kau nak....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dan yang lebih stupid lagi dia mengoreksi grammar seseorang mentang2 dia kuliah di luar negri. apa kamu pikir dengan kamu kuliah di luar negri kamu itu paling pintar? wong disini bule2 aja ngomongnya ngga pake grammar.... sok hebat ah....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;satu lagi : &lt;br&gt;gw tau dia ketakutan karena dia jauh kalah cantik sama seorang artis takut merasa tersaingi gitu............., ya iya lah dibandingin ama artis ya jelas kalah, orang kamu cantik aja ngga, hati juga busuk seperti itu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dan kenapa kok susah2 ngerebut cowonya? di Bali mah bejibun bule, cowo kaya cowo dia mah tinggal milih disini banyak yang jauh jauh jauh lebih baik daripada mr. G. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;girl, gw kok kasihan sama kamu, merasa sok hebat aslinya kamu tuh insecure, because you know that you will get your karma, sooner or later...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you'll see.....................&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2728378037444187425?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2728378037444187425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2728378037444187425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/talking-about-her.html' title='talking about her'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8867670941747878587</id><published>2008-09-23T18:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:07:17.045-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a robot</title><content type='html'>Barusan baca blog cewe yang lagi deeply in love sama cowoknya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I am questioning, when was the last time I felt that? It's been a while i dont feel something that can blow me away like that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mungkin karena aku akan selangkah menigngalkan hidup muda ku *emang sekarang udah tua??* atau karena aku emang udah dewasa dan ga punya cinta buta lagi? I mean, the way i love nigel now is so different than what I had before. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perasaannya seperti ini :&lt;br&gt;1. I am sure I can control what I should feel to him&lt;br&gt;2. I dont know if I love him...&lt;br&gt;3. Yes, you have control of your feeling&lt;br&gt;4. Shit, why I miss him?????&lt;br&gt;5. Aaaaaaarrghhh, I do miss and need him!!!&lt;br&gt;6. And it starts now, loving him&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tapi masih ngga yakin, karena dia sepertinya ngga terlalu mencintaiku, atau aku takut terlalu mencintainya jadi aku BERUSAHA UNTUK TIDAK MENCINTAINYA.... dan berusaha mengontrol apa yang aku bisa kontrol termasuk perasaanku...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i really dont care!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sekarang mari kita mencurahkan segenap perhatian untuk mencari uang....&lt;br&gt;lagi dan lagi dan lagi....&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8867670941747878587?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8867670941747878587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8867670941747878587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like-robot.html' title='I feel like a robot'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4611356891456669314</id><published>2008-08-21T01:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:15:28.835-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Kuta Night Life Story</title><content type='html'>What does it feel living in the main tourist destination that visited by people all around the world??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Semua orang yang gw temui yang liburan di Kuta selalu bilang, "Man, I dont wanna go back home!" dan setiap gw dengar kata itu gw cuma ketawa lalu bialng sama diri gw sndiri dalam hati : trust me you dont wanna live here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What can I say?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kalo aja aku ga cinta kamarku, mungkin aku ngga mau tinggal disini. siapa yang mau tinggal di tempat gila yang tiap malam kamu dengar suara ajep2 di kamarmu dari night club di legian?? siapa yang ngga betah kalo kamu dikelilingi orang2 yang memandangmu rendah karena dipikir kamu datang ke Bali hanya untuk cari bule dan morotin duitnya bule? siapa yang betah kalo setiap hari kamu dikira lonte dan di-underestimate karena kulit kamu hitam? dan siapa yang betah kalo kamu berada di lingkungan orang2 yang tidak mau menerima perubahan dan hidup dengan hal yang sama dari hari ke hari???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All I know, semua kesenangan disini semu. Kamu senang karena kamu cuma datang liburan di Kuta dan mungkin menikmati sejenak kesenangan semu ini then go back to your real life and see your real fun. But I am trapped here, di kesenangan semu dan ngga tau entah kapan gw bisa menikmati kesenangan yang sesungguhnya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I still welcome you all to come to Bali and go partying with me.... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*busyet..., lama2 bahasa indo ama inggris gw bener2 ancur nih ngomongnya udah belepotan...*&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4611356891456669314?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4611356891456669314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4611356891456669314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-kuta-night-life-story.html' title='Another Kuta Night Life Story'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4321114179822419222</id><published>2008-08-16T11:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:22:30.644-12:00</updated><title type='text'>COBAIN PLURK.COM!!</title><content type='html'>Cobain Plurrkkk yuuuukkk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cobain deh asyiiiik, kalo mau gabung langsung jadi temenku,&lt;br&gt;Klik aja di :&lt;br&gt;http://plurk.com/redeemByURL?from_uid=3126299&amp;check=1138646032&amp;s=1&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ini contoh profilekuuu:&lt;br&gt;http://www.plurk.com/user/intaniasalsa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beneran kok yang ini asyik bikin kamu ketagihan!!  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4321114179822419222?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4321114179822419222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4321114179822419222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/cobain-plurkcom.html' title='COBAIN PLURK.COM!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-1161783175522065835</id><published>2008-08-05T11:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:32:33.187-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali High Season</title><content type='html'>Bali is in High Season!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;masih sampai akhir Agustus Bali akan dipenuhi oleh para turis, terutama turis Eropa dan Australia. Dari pertengahan bulan Juni sampai detik ini, disetiap sudut Poppies I, II dan Jalan benesari mahluk2 blonde dan berkulit putih serta turis2 domestik dan negara lainnya berseliweran. Rame? tentu aja, apalagi mata ini ngga bisa menahan hasrat untuk melihat 'pemandangan-pemandangan' ciptaan Tuhan. Apalagi gw sekarang baru aja pindah kerja di Surfing Travel Agent which is setiap harinya rame dikunjungi para surfer2, ujung2nya brondong bule juga nih.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kuta, atau lebih tepatnya Legian bisa dibilang pusatnya Bali. walaupun ada Sanur, Nusa Dua, Denpasar, Seminyak dll, tetep aja orang lebih suka jalan ke Legian atau at least mengunjungi Legian untuk sekedar have fun, terutama clubbing. Padahal banyak juga club2 seru2 di daerah Seminyak, 66 atau Oberoi, tapi teteup Legian ngga kalah. Di sepanjang jalan Legian kamu bisa datang ke Mbargo, Sky garden, My Room, Apache, Bounty, atau Paddy's dan di sepanjang jalan pantai Kuta (depan pantai) kamu bisa ke Hard Rock, Ocean beach club atau kalo kamu kangen klub di jkt yang minim bule kamu bisa datang ke Kamasutra.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;High season ini bener2 gila2an, banyak banget party-2 yang diadain, banyak banget ajakan2 untuk dugem, minum gratis, cowok gampang nyari, and this almost every day... Secara sebenernya gw ngga suka dugem, tapi karena gw tinggal di tempat yang dikelilingi oleh tempat dugem, mau ngga mau suka ngga suka gw jadi terseret ke dunia malam (huhuhu,.,,, bahasanyaaaaaaaaa..) Apalagi temen deket gw sekarang kerja malam jadi PR di club di Legian dan kerjaannya clubbing tiap malam. Kalo kamu kenal gw dan pernah datang ke kuta, for sure, you gonna be jelaous, but, gw sekarang bosan, gw pengen hidup normal, ngga dugem2an lagi, ngga bronodng2an lagi, dan berharap high season ini cepet habis jadi banyak orang yang bisa pulang ke negaranya dan Legian jadi sepi lagi so then gw lebih sering ke pantai lagi. No more drink, no more drunk and no more hangover.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;btw ini nih video gw ama temen2 party di Ocean Beach Club (OBC) pas full moon party..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRrJ3bS6eR8&amp;feature=related"&gt;Ocean Beach Club Full Moon Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*biasa nulis english jadi aneh ya kalo nulis bahasa huhuhuhu... mohon dimaafkan*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-1161783175522065835?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1161783175522065835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1161783175522065835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/bali-high-season.html' title='Bali High Season'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4654593407737888115</id><published>2008-07-16T11:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:47:59.754-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my way to go?</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To get through a way, sometimes you have to turn to another way. And the way you've taken could possibly take you to different story of life…&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I always dream to be a writer; I always think that being a writer is the best occupation for me. But on my way doing it, the destiny has always taken me away from it offering something else that is not what I want. Sometimes I wonder, does God never allow me to be a writer or I have some life path I have to pass, to get better life or at least, a life He think I deserve to have?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I am always curious of my destiny, what the reason is for being taken to this way, or that way, and what the meaning of all stories in life are. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I found many meanings in my life at the moment : I'd been introduced to bataknese guy that later took me to Bali to later know my English bf. If I never knew my xbf before, I never met my English Bf. And I've been taught of several lessons so then I am as tough as myself now, to face a very tough situation I am having right now. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Life is composed in such different levels, and just like school, you will be in different level of grade after passing it one by one. Each time you've passed it, you're getting smarter more and more..., if you're wise enough to understand all the circumstances.&lt;br style=""&gt; &lt;!-- [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] --&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt; &lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4654593407737888115?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4654593407737888115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4654593407737888115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-is-my-way-to-go.html' title='Where is my way to go?'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4788655690411400714</id><published>2008-07-06T01:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:55:15.188-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ok, i'm happy with my life, and I love you too........</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you can't let some people around you not to love you. But by loving you, they get involved to your life, just to make you happy and better. You cant avoid that, even sometimes it's annoying you, all you need to do is tell them that you are allright and happy. That's what I am going to do :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks for being care to me, but I am ok, I am happy with my life right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have the nicest bf in the world,&lt;br&gt;yes, he is a white guy but he is a nice guy and you don't have to worry I got that crazy white guy that just wants to fuck me then leave me, or even worse. We're in relationship, getting ended up married is everybody's purpose and we hope someday we can be husband and wife, but not now, not this year or maybe next year. we still have lot things to do, but, who knows....??? just wish us the best. we love each other and he is the guy I want to spend my life with. So pleasee, dont get me any other indonesian guys or any other guys. I want him to be my bf and end up married, later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have the funnest job in the world,&lt;br&gt;with the nicest bos and friends. Money is good at the momment, and hopefully for the future,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I live in the most comfortable place in the world,&lt;br&gt;close to the beach so I can surf everyday. even this is called a crazy place, but kuta is fine, the beach is beautiful and I have healthy life style. I quit smoking cause I cant surf better while still smoking, not drink too much because it's expensive just surf and surf and work. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My life and my family are good at the momment, &lt;br&gt;So please dont get involved to my life, esp by telling my mum about my past or things I have done that not in the same way as yours. We have different point of view of life and pricipal things that couldn't meet at the same point. You got your way, I got mine, and I couldn't be able to walk on way. Thus you couldn't understand the way I am taking now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All to say,&lt;br&gt;I am not the lost child, I've found my way to live and it's not you or my mum, or any other of my friends who walk forward,&lt;br&gt;It's going to be me who move&lt;br&gt;So please....&lt;br&gt;Lemme live my life&lt;br&gt;I'm going to be ok, I'm an adult&lt;br&gt;I love my life at the momment&lt;br&gt;and thank you sooo much for caring me&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4788655690411400714?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4788655690411400714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4788655690411400714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-ok-i-happy-with-my-life-and-i-love.html' title='I&amp;#39;m ok, i&amp;#39;m happy with my life, and I love you too........'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5894515525989384475</id><published>2008-05-19T22:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T02:00:46.294-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The non-stop parties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Just recovered my self from a worst hangover I had from Full Moon Party at Ocean Beach Club, Kuta, last night. The night was so crazy for me and all of my friends. I fell down while cuddling my girl friend on the dance floor, cried after a guy asked me to go home together, and laughed after seeing my American friend sleeping with his mouth open at the club's cough. It was so fun but also so tiring. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Then now I have to get myself ready for the next party which will be held on 25, still at the same club. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;I hate party but sometimes it’s good to get over something, while you are still in the party. After that, all you’re going to have is just a bad hangover...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5894515525989384475?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5894515525989384475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5894515525989384475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/05/non-stop-parties.html' title='The non-stop parties...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-6472701009891323779</id><published>2008-05-02T23:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:44:59.705-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful, that's the best way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Devi's quote is true, "You want something you cannot have..."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I thought about it all night, and I turned on my laptop to write all the sadness things I used to write, &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But then I opened again my Multiply account and read Sita's blog about Alanis's song&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Then I laughed at myself how I can be so this dumb, It's just all my own mind, thinking something bad again and again, who forced myself trying to find a bronze but already had a gold. This gold's shine can slowly dissapear if I never rub it because I always set my mind thinking about that bronze. And I never realize that I have that gold already, on my own hand.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So the lesson is : instead of chasing something you can;t have, why dont you try to get something you can have,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;and if you already have something, try to grateful that bless so you wont feel like you are the most unlucky person in the world&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;instead of being sad, try to be grateful..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;PS: Thanks &lt;A href="http://belisitta.multiply.com"&gt;sita&lt;/A&gt; and &lt;A href="http://devishanty.multiply.com"&gt;devi&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-6472701009891323779?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6472701009891323779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/6472701009891323779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/05/grateful-that-best-way.html' title='Grateful, that&amp;#39;s the best way...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-339767636289309995</id><published>2008-04-28T00:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:33:41.421-12:00</updated><title type='text'>kebanyakan surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;kebahagiaan memang mahal, perlu pengorbanan untuk mendapatkannya.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;seperti....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;merelakan kulit yang jadi ungu gara2 terlalu banyak matahari....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;BUT I CAN PERFECTLY STAND UP ON SMALLER BOARD!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Uhuuiiii&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-339767636289309995?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/339767636289309995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/339767636289309995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/04/kebanyakan-surfing.html' title='kebanyakan surfing'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4955736912807377931</id><published>2008-04-22T17:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:23:43.991-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Steal my id</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Udah tau kan nama online gw intaniasalsa? Dan gw uda dari jama baheula pake nama itu. Tanya devi dan sita, yang notabene tau gw sejak masih aktif di blogspot. Semua account gw pake nama itu, friendster, myspace, multiply, email, MSN, Skype, facebook pokoknya semua.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kemaren gw mau register youtube. Seingat gw, gw belum pernah register youtube. Dan ketika gw sign up, TERNYATA UDA ADA ORANG PAKE NAMA GW. Gw nyengit, gw rasanya belum pernah sign up deh. Gw coba sign in, dan semua password gw ngga match dengan arti ada orang yang uda bener2 pake username gw. Siauuulll.....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;padahal username gw ngga ada yang nyamain di seluruh dunia, kenapa oh kenapa kejam ama gw...??????????????&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4955736912807377931?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4955736912807377931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4955736912807377931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/04/somebody-steal-my-id.html' title='Somebody Steal my id'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4291250136063168360</id><published>2008-04-22T15:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:28:14.722-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Polisi kaya tai</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Kemaren waktu nyobain night club yang baru, Ocean Beach depan pantai Kuta gw ketangkep polisi. Alasannya ga bawa helm, padahal siapa juga yang bawa helm kalo lewat poppies? Trus karena ga bawa duit and bawa STNK ama SIM gw ngebut tapi tetep ketangkep. Waktu itu jam 3 malem. Urusannya jadi belibet tapi untung ada polisi lainnya yang negoin, akhirnya gw bayar 40rb. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Polisi yang nolongin itu bilang, harusnya kita ngga lari. Oke, gw emang salah. Trus dia bilang, harusnya kita nyapa dia, polisi itu bukan untuk ditakutin, tapi harusnya diajak berteman dan harus dihormati. OMG, you know, behind the line is : they want to be respected, as an officer of the state who dedicate their whole life to the country. But for the real is, everything about them are just money. Apa maksud mereka nongkrong di depan poppies jam 2 malam kalo ga nyari duit? Soalnya banyak orang dan bule pulang dugem pasti ga bawa helm. And I am so curious about where the money will be spent?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Intinya, polisi gila hormat dan bullshit mereka bilang life for dedication, karena mereka cuma mau korupsi, ngerjain orang biar mereka pada bayar duit ama mereka! bullshit!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;GW BENCI AMA POLISI! kaya tai!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4291250136063168360?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4291250136063168360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4291250136063168360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/04/polisi-kaya-tai.html' title='Polisi kaya tai'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3180451637429237871</id><published>2008-04-12T00:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T04:20:57.578-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to remain myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;You've been doing something right girl, pick the right step at the right momment&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;It's him who always at your side, who's been your shoulder for so long time&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;And you're so lucky getting a wonderful man, so perfect to be your future mate, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;not just for fun short term relationship, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;underline that lovely&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;Keep him as long as you can&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;Wish that it's him who can give you smile&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;and the pure lovely care from his deepest heart&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;For him you've been destined to meet with&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;and to share your heart with&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;You've been blessed of an angel&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;To move all the demons, and to keep you safely from pains&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;Remain this and all the gifts &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Then&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=IN&gt; grateful to God that you have been so lucky in life&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3180451637429237871?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3180451637429237871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3180451637429237871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-to-remain-myself.html' title='Just to remain myself...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2757670884564253575</id><published>2008-04-11T23:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T03:44:22.799-12:00</updated><title type='text'>What I get from surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Sudah satu setengah bulan sejak gw belajar surfing untuk pertama kalinya. Sumpah, gw bener2 ketagihan walaupun gw belum bisa berdiri dengan baik dan benar serta meluncur di ombak. Sepertinya waktu surfing kamu sesaat lupa bahwa kamu sedang punya masalah, dan yang ada di pikiran kamu cuma ombak, ombak dan ombak. Dan saat kamu meluncur di ombak, kamu akan bersyukur bahwa kamu sudah diberikan kesenangan yang tak ternilai harganya. Bahkan cowo ganteng yagn sedang ngambang di sebelah kamu sebelum dapat ombak bisa kamu lupakan. Kamu cuma pingin dapat ombak lagi dan lagi.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Banyak cerita yang aku dapetin saat aku belajar surfing. Macem2 bo, and that;s gonna be my surfing stories. Buat pandangan temen2 juga kalo mau belajar surfing, ini lho pengalaman2 yang akan kalian dapatkan :&lt;/P&gt; &lt;OL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Item bo, pasti. kalo ga mau item jangan surfing. Pakai sunblock sebotol juga pasti tetep item wong surfing itu dilakukan saat matahari ada di langit (kalo malam mana keliatan ombaknya)&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Lebam, yang sepertinya sudah merata di seluruh tubuh gw. terakhir wajah gw ketatap papan surfing gara2 si beach boy tempat gw nyewa papan ga mau kasih wax di papan. Yang gw seperti korban KDKRT yang dipukulin pacar gw&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Mau surfing harus bisa berenang. Jangan kaya gw tukang nekat, jadi waktu kebawa arus ga bisa keluar dari arus yang ada nangis minta tolong si Tom ngeluarin gw dari fuckin current di depan CK di pantai Legian. Untung ada Tom&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Luka kena papan itu kayanya cerita yang wajar, jadi waspada ama papan. Selalu dorong papan sejauh mungkin kalau kamu jatuh sehingga papan tidak kena muka kamu. Tutupi muka kamu saat jatuh, soalnya kalo kena fin papan pasti muka kamu tidak berbentuk.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;kalo mau belajar surfing harus bisa bagi waktu. Lebih bagus dilakukan di saat liburan ato nganggur kaya gw, jadi ngga dipecat sama bos gara ngga ngantor karena ngliat ombak yang melekuk indah di pantai&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Kalo bisa ditemenin sama seseorang yang udah mahir surfing. Bisa minta tolong orang yang nyewain board kalo ngga kenal siapa2. lebih bagus minta tolong bule2 yang banyak nongkrong di pantai sapa tau dapet kecengan baru. Ini penting lho, soalnya  kan ga tau kalau2 terjadi apa2 ama kamu ada yang siap nolongin gitu.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Kenali dulu pantai tempat kamu mau belajar surfing. Lihat arah ombak, rasakan apa ada arus di pantai tempat kamu surfing. Lihat tide chart juga, dan surfing di saat tide mulai turun, jangan pas tinggi2nya, ntar kaya gw kebentur papan. Buat yang baru belajar, cari yang ombak putih alias udah pecah tapi jangan terlalu dekat di bibir pantai. Untuk lebih jelas coba tanyakan beach boys biasanya mereka udah ngerti. Lebih aman sih di pantai Kuta (depan Hard Rock sampai hotel Haris), soalnya jarang ada arus yang kuat banget dan ada banyak orang yang merhatiin kamu. Tapi susah surfing soalnya takut crash mulu ama orang lain. Halfway (depan haris hotel sampai jalan benesari) lebih sedikit arus dan sedikit orang, tapi ombak ga seberapa bagus di sana. Kalo buat belajar sih ngga papa. Hati2 ama pantai Benesari hingga legian karena arus kuat sekali. Salah2 kamu keseret ke tengah. Musim angin timur seperti sekarang ini ombak cantik sekali di pantai Kuta, cuma agak nyeremin buat pemula. So, better learn safely there with somebody you can trust to.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Kalo surfing jangan pake bikini deh. yang ada ntar dada kemana2. gw pernah surfing pake bikini ngga nyadar kenapa semua cowo pada ngliatin gw. ternyata dada gw kebuka jadinya gw obral amal ke orang2, cape deeeeee. pake wet suit lebih aman bo', jangan pake kaos oblong ye yang ada ngga bisa gerak&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;jangan takut gagal, jangan takut jatuh, jangan takut luka dan jangan kapok. Emang surfing susah, tapi ntar kalo bisa pasti seneng banget. &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Pindah ke Bali kalo pengen surfing. Di jakarta ama bandung ngga ada ombak hehehehehe&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/OL&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2757670884564253575?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2757670884564253575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2757670884564253575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-get-from-surfing.html' title='What I get from surfing'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3705146954944094402</id><published>2008-03-23T09:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:14:25.716-12:00</updated><title type='text'>English or Bahasa ya??</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Sejak keluar dari kerjaan writer gw dan beralih ke jadi PA, gw jarang banget nulis. Hampir semua Networking site gw ga keurus dan terakhir bahkan guestbook gw jadi ajang promosi para online shop. Kangen rasanya liat2 blog orang dan pengen nulis tentang kehidupan sehari2 gw, nulis tentang hal2 yang menarik yang terjadi di sekitar lingkungan tempat gw tinggal di kuta tapi gw ngga pernah bisa fokus nulis dan selalu kepikiran tentang kerjaan terus dan terus. Yang terakhir gw selalu bingung harus nulis pake bahasa apa, Indonesia atau inggris, karena kebanyakan orang males baca postingan yang bahasa inggris, tapi gw bener2 pengen ngebagusin english gw karena masih punya style nulis english-nya orang indonesia. Mungkin ngga kepanjangan kali yee kalo kudu nulis english, ato di mix gitu?? yang jelas gw males nulis bahasa trus di translate english huhuhuhuhu..... Tapi ngga muna juga kalo kata2 yang keluar pas nulis english jadinya kaku, ngga seluwes kalo nulis bahasa. Maklumlah, karena bukan bahasa ibu jadi ya ruwet. Apalagi sekarang nigel di sini english gw jadi kacau balau karena selalu ngomong2 pakai bahasa indo. Punya pacar native speaker bukannya pinter bahasa inggris eeeehhhh... malah kacau uhuhuhuhuhu...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3705146954944094402?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3705146954944094402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3705146954944094402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/03/english-or-bahasa-ya.html' title='English or Bahasa ya??'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8021286850334249177</id><published>2008-03-06T18:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:22:06.621-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;The Balinese Silent Day has arrived. This is the day where you are not able to go travelling outside, to light up lamp or fire and even to have pleasure activities like you used to do every day. To avoid being bored, I used to spend my Nyepi day in the hotel where last year I spent it at Ayodya Resort in Nusa Dua and now in Natura Resort, Ubud. I was lucky cause last year I got the hotel voucher from my office while this year my bf pays everything. We pay 2 nights but get 1 night extra and upgraded room to Deluxe Pool Villa. The room I stayed is overlooking the hill surrounded by lush tropical rain forest with Petunu river flows below, able to be enjoyed from both bedroom and verandah. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;It's like our pre-honeymoon after being separated for long time, where kiss, touch and make love is no longer impossible to have. I'm so glad I can meet him again even sometimes the feeling seems so strange. We used to talk on the phone and to chat on the internet, now the person you want has been in your arms. Well, the holiday in Ubud has gaven us chances to get used to each other and also chances to know more about each personality. I'm so grateful I have a guy that really love me and really care about me and I really wish that I will never ever loose this guy.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Thanks to give another day in paradise darling,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Love you much&lt;BR&gt;Petal&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8021286850334249177?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8021286850334249177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8021286850334249177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/03/silent-day.html' title='The Silent Day...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7304826904656695609</id><published>2008-03-02T16:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:04:51.857-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I can stand up!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Kemaren gw belajar surfing ama Tom di pantai Legian. Walaupun badan lemah karena abis mabok gara2 dikasih temen Oz gw wine, gw masih semangat angkat papan dan pergi ke pantai. Maunya sih bikin surprise ke cowo gw kalo datang gw udah bisa surfing, dan kemaren gw memulai usaha pertama gw. Setelah menunggu si tompel selama 2 jam, usaha gw ngga sia2 gw mulai terjun ke laut ama tom dan belajar surfing. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;belajar surfing itu ternyata cukup susah. palagi kemaren ombaknya ngga bagus, pecah dan gede2 (kalo buat gw). gw nyewa board yang gede, kira2 7 feet warna putih, perfect buat belajar. Agak2 ngeri juga karena gw ngga jago2 banget renang, apalagi dengan ombak yang kenceng2 dan sampah yang berserakan di mana2. Pelajaran pertama gw disuruh paddle ama tom which is gw ngga bisa2 dengan alasan tangan gw terlalu kecil. Trus gw maksa minta diajarin berdiri di ombak tapi hasilnya gw nyungsep terus kegulung ombak berkali2. Dasar gw ngga mau nyerah gw nyoba lagi dan lagi. Si tom yang cape terus2an megangin board gw, mpe gw kasian tapi gw ngga mau tau, pokoknya gw harus bisa surfing. Daaan, kegigihan membawa hasil. Pertama gw bisa sdikit jongkok sampai akhirnya berdiri di board walaupun toh ujung2nya nyungsep juga. but I really really enjoy that apalagi yang ngajar sabar (dan cakep ehehehehe....) dan pelajaran surfing gw hari itu harus berakhir karena ombak semakin besar. Mungkin ditunda hingga minggu depan karena ombak di kuta ngga bisa dibuat belajar lagi soalnya terlalu pecah dan banyak sampah. Tapi mungkin minggu depan gurunya bakal ganti, bukan tom lagi tapi nigel karena lusa dia mau datang ke Bali. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Udah ga sabar pengen surfing lagi niiiih!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7304826904656695609?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7304826904656695609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7304826904656695609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-can-stand-up.html' title='I can stand up!!!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2385850638521848900</id><published>2008-02-25T22:56:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T03:56:59.110-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Service for your holiday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Halo halo pakabar semua?? Uda lama gw ngga nongol nih. Sekedar tukar kabar, gw sekarang udah resign dari kerjaan full time gw, sekarang gw ambil banyak freelance termasuk nulis2 dan lain2 sekaligus entertain cowo gw yang bakal datang tanggal 5 maret besok.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;karena sekarang gw banyak nganggur, mungkin gw bakal banyak jalan2 liat2 Bali ma cowo gw. Oya, gw sekarang punya banyak waktu buat nemenin kamu2 yang mau jalan2 ke Bali. Kalau butuh informasi, atau guide atau temen atau semua servis buat liburan kamu kaya toh info daerah must visit, rent car, sewa motor atau bahkan butuh booking hotel jangan sungkan deh tanya2 ke gw. bantuan apapun pasti gw bantuin termasuk kalian yang pengen cari pacar hehehehehehehehehe... mau shopping juga gw temenin kok.OK? OK?? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;gw juga dapat dikontak di 0361-3135355 atau email &lt;A href="mailto:intaniasalsa@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;intaniasalsa@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2385850638521848900?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2385850638521848900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2385850638521848900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/02/service-for-your-holiday.html' title='Service for your holiday!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-9069668509576485260</id><published>2008-02-08T17:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:04:18.870-12:00</updated><title type='text'>What's interesting in Ubud??</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 232px" height=680 src="http://www.alpha-random.com/pics/bali-terraced-fields.jpg" width=780&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ubud merupakan wajah lain dari Bali yang terkenal dengan alamnya yang asri dan keseniannya. Ubud dulunya adalah pusat kerajaan kuno oleh karena itu kesenian berkembang pesat dan menjadi keseharian penduduknya hingga kini. Ubud adalah tempat dimana wisatawan ingin berlibur di tempat yang sepi dan menikmati cantiknya alam tropis yang eksotis. Yang menjadi ciri khas Ubud adalah kecantikan sawah dan pepohonan serta keramahan para penduduk Bali dalam menyambut semua wisatawan yang datang berkunjung ke sana.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Saya suka Ubud karena daerah ini udaranya segar dan pemandangannya yang luar biasa. Ubud menawarkan suasana yang sama sekali berbeda dengan daerah-daerah tujuan wisata lainnya di Indonesia. Aura misteriusnya dan sedikit budaya barat dapat dirasakan di sini. Ubud adalah surga untuk wisatawan yang suka dengan lukisan dan benda-benda seni dimana ratusan galeri dan rumah-rumah seniman yang dapat dikunjungi kapan saja untuk melihat hasil karyanya atau menyaksikan bagaimana mereka bekerja.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tak hanya itu, Ubud juga terkenal sebagai tempat meditasi. Disini, komunitas pecinta yoga dan penulis berkembang dan menelurkan berbagai even berskala lokal ataupun internasional. Disini setiap tahunnya diselenggarakan Ubud Writers Festival yang menjadi wadah para penulis internasional untuk bertukar pikiran. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Banyak sekali kegiatan wisata yang dapat dilakukan di Ubud seperti misalnya wisata alam, mengunjungi berbagai pusat seni, wisata budaya atau malah sekedar bersantai menikmati keindahan alam yang asri. Wisatawan dapat mengunjungi obyek wisata alam seperti Monkey Forest, Bali Zoo, Bali Bird Park, dan banyak lagi. Jangan lewatkan pula desa Tegallalang dimana wisatawan dapat bersantai menikmati indahnya sawah yang bertingkat-tingkat yang menggunakan subak, sistem irigasi tradisional Bali yang tak ada duanya di dunia ini serta atraksi burung kokoan yang pulang ke rumahnya di desa Petulu saat senja mulai datang. Kegiatan lain adalah dengan mengunjungi berbagai spa yang menawarkan perawatan tubuh spesial serta restoran dengan berbagai menu khas dari negara lain serta suasana yang dapat membuat kamu merasa santai dan rileks. Dengan semua pesonanya, Ubud menjadi tempat pilihan saya untuk sejenak pergi dari hingar bingar Kuta dan menyepi di tengah alam pedesaan Bali. Hmm..., jadi tidak sabar menanti Nigel datang dari Inggris.....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-9069668509576485260?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9069668509576485260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/9069668509576485260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-interesting-in-ubud.html' title='What&amp;#39;s interesting in Ubud??'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5779083296242711275</id><published>2008-01-26T12:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:45:55.659-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss being lazy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I miss being lazy just spoiled myself lying on the beach enjoying the sunset. I also miss writing a story cause now I dont have time to write what I think and tell it to everybody.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm wondering, when can I stop earning for money for another money?? Tired of working working and working for earning more and more and more money. While the sun shines so bright, hot and the sky so clear, I am sitting here just watching everybody who taking their surfboard and sunblock walking to beach, rilex and sleep. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;When can I stop working and then I can write my thoughts?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Only God knows when...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5779083296242711275?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5779083296242711275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5779083296242711275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-being-lazy.html' title='I miss being lazy..'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-735458240485246087</id><published>2008-01-22T18:17:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:17:04.873-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I'm having a writer's block, dont even have a single idea to share to you. Hmm... want to write a lot of things but dunno why it's locked in my mind. I'm enjoying sunset at Minimart, like usual, alone and jelaous when I see many couples hanging around at the beach. They;re so romantic and I just date my laptop, try to focus on my work. I walk around Benesari and Poppies and I just loose my attention to things that interested me before, but then I realized that I'm no longer interested to those again.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Is this me or just just another phase in life? Or I just too long of being alone?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;People are getting more mature, even some are not, but is it mature that make you bored of everything? I also dont know what thing can be interesting to me. Even cute guys and clubbing dont seem so fun to me. I'm in the middle of boring phase, or I just got influenced of my aussie friend who always bored. So when I'm no longer interested in many things, I try to focus on my jobs. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;How to runaway from this phase? How to make your life fun again? Cause even everybody said that my life is amazing, I just think that my life is such a bored. Well, I really need a holiday actually, maybe that can fire up me again. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is sooooo sucks!! I live in the most interesting tourism place in the world and what I do everyday is just working and working and working. Somebody can help me?? Please, I need pleasure.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-735458240485246087?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/735458240485246087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/735458240485246087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/01/loco.html' title='Loco'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3300433045375826007</id><published>2008-01-14T22:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:01:10.439-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Curhatnya writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hiks...Hiksss...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sungguh negara yang tega banget. Tidak megnhargai jerih payah seorang writer. Masa iya dibayar Rp 20/word????? 500 kata aja cuma dapet 10.000, buat makan di Kuta cuma bisa makan nasi campur ama minum es teh. Dugenmya sapa yang bayar???&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3300433045375826007?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3300433045375826007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3300433045375826007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/01/curhatnya-writer.html' title='Curhatnya writer'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4708680614566269561</id><published>2008-01-10T22:22:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T03:22:44.977-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of Dreamland</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;(maaf pake bahasa Inggris yaaa....)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Still thinking about Dreamland, I am so sad that the paradise has lost. The fuckin horrible developer has destroy my paradise to a hell. Dreamland has lost its magic and become a commercial beach. The developer destroy everything, the hill, the view and the relaxing beach. No, it;s not finished yet, they are creating a new hell. The new projects are being built, they are preparing those 700 m2 land to be a new Kuta. Are you thinking about that crazy hectic Kuta? Yes. Soon that will replace our paradise. The projects being prepared are Golf course, New Condotel and New Kuta. They said they will combine Ubud, Nusa Dua, and Kuta to be a one hedonic place called New Kuta. They will build condotels, villa, shops, gallery, art shops, and night club on one area. Everything in Kuta later will be found in Dreamland. Yes, I can read your mind, I am also scared and sad. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Dreamland was found around 10 years ago, well might be more than that. My friend said when he first come to Bali 10 years ago, Dreamland was so quiet, visited only less than 10 people. The visitors had to walk through Impossible to visit Dreamland. When Tommy Soeharto bought the 700m2 land of Dreamland he created a golf course and made an access directly to the beach. Visitors increased and Dreamland became more crowded. Many visitors felt that they've found a heaven they have dreamt so long. There were only few traditional warungs on the beach served the hungry visitors who came for surfing or just relaxed on the white sandy beach. When Tommy was in prison, the local built permanent warungs on the hill, and Dreamland had saved the locals, giving them a way to earn more money for living. So those warungs actually were ilegal.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Dreamland actually is a private location, belongs to multi billionaire of a son of Soeharto. The lifeguard of Dreamland said that Tommy had measured the land till few meters away from the beach to the ocean. So the beach and those 700 m2 land has belong to them. Now he's out from prison even might will be back again. I know that he wants his land back to him again, but replacing a paradise to be like hell?????? Have he and the developer think about the rubbish? About the polution? Oh if you see the beach you'll cry. You will see a huge pump, rubbish everywhere and destroyed building surrounding the beach.  No nude westerners will show their naked body on the beach, no surfers will play on the waves. They are shocked with the new Dreamland, watch it for saveral minute, then go away. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Yes, same like you, Dreamland is my memory. There was I had my first date. And I still dream of Dreamland as the most memorable place I will never forget. It might not be my favourite beach. I still love the secluded Padang-padang, but yes, Dreamland is special for me, and for everyone who has been to Dreamland. Even it has gone, Dreamland is still in our mind. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I dream of Dreamland, dont let me wake up!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4708680614566269561?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4708680614566269561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4708680614566269561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dream-of-dreamland_10.html' title='I dream of Dreamland'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7682148828446092085</id><published>2008-01-10T22:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T03:22:13.214-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of Dreamland</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7682148828446092085?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7682148828446092085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7682148828446092085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dream-of-dreamland.html' title='I dream of Dreamland'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8129525970482841276</id><published>2008-01-01T20:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:13:11.934-12:00</updated><title type='text'>A year in love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This is the day, the day when I met an angel right on the beach. I was watching him sitting and asked him to light on my cigarette. It was a silly introducing but because of that we're together for a year. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I hope we can still counting on the days and days, wishing we can still be together again and again, not separated by a distance, I want to see him next to me when I open my eyes and kiss him, be the one he first see every day.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;No word I can express how much I love him, no word I can say how lucky I am being his girlfriend, and how lucky I was who met him and being chosen be loved and to be cared. I met and I have a gentleman, an angel, a saviour who catch me when I fell, who held my back, and a man who support to everything I do. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Daun, I love you, and I know I'm not a perfect girl who always doing everything right, but I do want to wait for you even if I have to wait forever in a thousand year. Cause you're the one who I've been looking for.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Thank you for loving me, for caring me, for respecting me, for understanding me and thank you for this wonderful year as someone at your side,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I love you and always love you&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Love,&lt;BR&gt;petal&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Happy Anniversary, Babe&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8129525970482841276?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8129525970482841276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8129525970482841276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-in-love.html' title='A year in love..'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7910161565896048094</id><published>2007-12-08T02:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:01:48.424-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in Kuta</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;What do Kuta girl always do in their free time???&lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Having their lunch at the beach while listening to Balinese music played by people at the beach and viewing blue ocean. And have a cup of coffee will make everything to be perfect&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Chatting with their friend in their balcony or verandah and having a bottle of beer&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Trying to learn surfing &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Clubbing&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Hanging out to the beach and swimming or having sunbathing&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Spending a whole afternoon watching sunset at the beach or at their own balcony&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Flirting with guys&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Or for me, spending my freetime with working working and working even online at saturday night by viewing many hotel reviews!!!  &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7910161565896048094?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7910161565896048094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7910161565896048094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/12/days-in-kuta.html' title='Days in Kuta'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7176117189076798935</id><published>2007-10-26T12:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:42:26.665-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh oh ohhhh.... Fighting!!</title><content type='html'>Semua yang terjadi di minggu kemaren, tawaran kerja, keputusan yang terburu-buru dan tamparan tentang kerjaan gw cukup membuat gw shock sampai kena writer block selama berhari-hari. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kemaren baca ramalan bintang di Frenster:&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why limit yourself? Today offers wonderful experiences for every one of your senses -- including your sixth. Take full advantage of every opportunity and keep your eyes and ears wide open. Not only will you be handsomely rewarded, but you will discover a few new playful obsessions. The best way to find new stimulation is by experimenting, so step outside your comfort zone today and investigate some intriguing new flavors, sights and sounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cukup membuat semangat, tapi kemudian semangatku sempat dirobohkan oleh sebuah email. Masih merasa ga capable padahal aku menguras habis2an tenaga untuk menjadi jauh-jauh lebih baik. Gw masih bingung ama diri gw sendiri, so in rush when making decision, mungkin itu sebabnya gw ngga pantes jadi decision maker  a.k.a manager or something. Tapi ketika baca ini, gw jadi tau siapa dan bagaimana diri gw sebenernya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birth Month is October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/cosmos.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are a natural leader who is able to stand up when no one else can.&lt;br&gt;Strong and powerful, &lt;b&gt; you tend to overshadow those around you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul reflects: Gratitude, comfort, and true love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your gemstone: Tourmaline&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your flower: Cosmos&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your colors: White and yellow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmJsb2d0aGluZ3MuY29tL3doYXRkb2VzeW91cmJpcnRobW9udGhtZWFucXVpei8="&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#e6e6fa"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: October 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.&lt;br&gt;You're good at so much - you never know what to do.&lt;br&gt;Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your weakness: &lt;b&gt;You never feel satisfied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmJsb2d0aGluZ3MuY29tL3doYXRkb2VzeW91cmJpcnRoZGF0ZW1lYW5xdWl6Lw=="&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is, yang gw butuhkan saat ini adalah :&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menarik nafas dalam-dalam, duduk tenang selama beberapa jam, merenung dan mengurut apa yang sebenarnya gw inginkan dalam hidup dan karir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mulai menyusun rencana jangka pendek dan panjang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melakukan nego&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menganalisis resiko langkah yang gw putuskan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siap menghadapi hal yang terburuk termasuk kehilangan pekerjaan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mencari solusi kalau kehilangan pekerjaan dan pemasukan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berdoa supaya semua lancar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memberikan yang terbaik dan terbaik dari diri gw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mayday, gw butuh liburan!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It seems my future have been started now, It depends on me how to drive the way I live, the way I work. For now, if I have to fight, I'll fight, if I have to kick, I'll kick, I'll do my best to be the best!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Semangat, girl!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7176117189076798935?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7176117189076798935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7176117189076798935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-oh-ohhhh-fighting.html' title='Oh oh ohhhh.... Fighting!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5751258192218996227</id><published>2007-10-25T12:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:03:45.174-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye MP....</title><content type='html'>Permintaanku untuk freelance dari kantor gw sekarang dikabulkan, dengan penurunan pemasukan tanpa uang makan dan transport per minggu dan tambahan expense koneksi internet. Tapi yang akan gw dapatkan nantinya : waktu yang lebih banyak tanpa terikat jam 9 to 5, [mungkin-moga2] lebih banyak klien, dan malam yang panjang. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dan konsekuensi yang harus gw hadapi : kehilangan previllage untuk login di MP/YM 8 jam perhari, which is gw ngga akan bisa sering onlen lagi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, today and tomorrow are the last day for me to login and see you guys....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapi masih akan tetep update kok&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5751258192218996227?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5751258192218996227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5751258192218996227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/bye-bye-mp.html' title='Bye bye MP....'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-1324878320760422574</id><published>2007-10-24T16:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:58:38.966-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku mindeeeerrr!!</title><content type='html'>Merasa sangat tidak berbakat karena tulisan yang berbahasa inggris tidak bagus. Jangan salahkan gw karena gw cuma orang indonesia yang memakai bahasa inggris sebagai bahasa kedua.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapan gw bisa nulis dengan bahasa inggris yang sempurnya sama hasilnya seperti gw nulis bahasa indonesia???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Desperate....&lt;br&gt;gw sangat desperate....&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-1324878320760422574?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1324878320760422574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1324878320760422574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/aku-mindeeeerrr.html' title='Aku mindeeeerrr!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4395729280977952820</id><published>2007-10-24T09:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:33:15.889-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>Pernah ga sih ngerasa pengen teriak karena kesal dengan suatu hal dan kemudian segalanya berubah menjadi mengesalkan. Berharap kamu bisa pergi jauh dan berada di satu tempat yang bisa menenangkan kamu??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gw sedang mengalaminya, and it's really pissed me off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anywhy, maaf gw ga reply2 ucapan ultah ke gw. 2 hari kemaren gw menghilang. Ini deh gw reply ke page masing2... Makasih banyak atas doa yang dikasih ke gw, moga2 kalian juga diberi berkah dari Tuhan.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4395729280977952820?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4395729280977952820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4395729280977952820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8981503305464766822</id><published>2007-10-17T09:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:19:47.281-12:00</updated><title type='text'>With or without Chemistry???</title><content type='html'>Pertanyaan ini mengusik gw beberapa saat yang lalu ketika gw bertemu dengan seorang teman yang bilang kalau dia baru saja menemukan cowo yang punya chemistry. In fact, dia uda punya cowo yang perfect sebagai pacarnya. But then somebody comes up, then she feel like they're having something in common but still can not figure it out. Apa sebenernya chemistry dan seberapa penting dia dalam kehidupan asmara kita??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw menjawab dari pengalaman gw sendiri. Gw pernah 3 kali ketemu dengan cowo yang gw rasa gw punya chemistry ama dia. Dan entah kenapa ketiga cowo tersebut playboy. Mungkinkah gw punya sesuatu in common with playboy??? Anywhy, chemistry menurut definisi gw adalah sesuatu yang absurb, abstrak yang tiba-tiba kamu rasakan saat bertemu seseorang dan kamu merasa klik sama orang tersebut. Chemistry tidak dirasakan dengan semua orang. Just certain people, dan kadang-kadang muncul di saat yang salah dengan orang yang salah. Kalian ga tau apa alasannya mengagumi cowo tersebut, hanya merasa nyaman aja deket2 dia, juga kalian merasa dia juga punya perasaan yang sama. Kalo tuh cowo ngga merasa gitu namanya sih bukan chemistry, alias bertepuk sebelah tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry mungkin cocok untuk cewe single yang belum mature, menurut gw. Yaaa, yang lagi kuliah ato SMA lah. Saat kita sudah mulai tua, kita dihadapkan dengan fakta bahwa memilih pasangan tidak lagi berdasarkan chemistry. Bukan berarti asal sambet aja, tapi lebih tepatnya 'memilih' pasangan. Well, dari pengalaman gw, gw pernah salah memilih pasangan. Mantan gw dan gw punya chemistry yang sangat pas, dimana saat ketemu dia pertama kali gw ngerasa langsung klik ama dia. Then time force him to show up what he's really be. Ternyata dia tidak 'secantik' chemistry yang muncul diantara kita. Dengan cowo gw yang sekarang, gw ngga ngerasain chemistry, tapi kita mempunyai hubungan yang sangat cantik, tenang, saling menghargai dan mengagumi satu sama lain. Then if we can have lovely relationship with somebody we dont have chemistry with, then what else we should need chemistry???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okelah chemistry bisa merangsang hidup menjadi lebih hidup. Tapi ya itu tadi, haruskah kita mengorbankan apa yang sudah kita dapat untuk sebuah chemistry?? Pertanyaan ini bisa dijawab dengan berbeda oleh masing-masing orang. Untuk yang jiwanya petualang, pencarian chemistry ini akan menambah warna dalam hidupnya karena sangat menantang. Tapi untuk yang beranjak dewasa (baca : yang usianya mendekati usia2 harus menikah seperti gw) terkadang chemistry adalah nomer sekian. Yang penting cowonya baik, yang penting bertanggung jawab, yang penting mau menghormati gw dan yang penting mencintai gw. Yaaa, menurut gw cinta itu bisa kok muncul tanpa ada chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8981503305464766822?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8981503305464766822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8981503305464766822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/with-or-without-chemistry.html' title='With or without Chemistry???'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3610398459565097104</id><published>2007-10-16T15:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:05:28.611-12:00</updated><title type='text'>e-manners</title><content type='html'>Hujatan bertubi-tubi di FS cukup membuat gw shock, terlebih setelah gw dibilang rasis. Ada yang bilang pertanyaan2 yang gw ajukan adalah pertanyaan rasis yang menjelek2an cowo lokal. Haloooo, picik sekali sih mikir gitu??? I just want to know the answer how it feel having relationship with bule. Cos ngga semua orang punya kesempatan pacaran ama bule. Dan semua jawaban yang gw dapet ngga ada satupun yang menjurus ke rasial. Kalo ada yang bilang bule lebih baik daripada orang indo, itu mungkin karena dia lagi apes dapet cowo yang brengsek. Kenapa merasa tersinggung? Kakakmu orang indo, tapi kan ga pacaran ama dia yang bilang cowo indo brengsek? SO BUKAN KAKAKMU ATAU AYAHMU YANG BRENGSEK!!! Daripada sibuk ngebela cowo lokal dari persengitan sebangsa, bahkan segrup sendiri, kenapa ngga menyia-nyiakan tenagamu membela INDONESIA yang digampar Malaysia?????? Please note : Gw ngga tertarik ama rahasia pernikahan masing2. Read carefully, pertanyaan itu cuma permukaannya saja. Kejauhan amat sih mikirnya?? Dan pertanyaan yang gw ajukan TIDAK UNTUK ANNOYING masing2 orang (please note it, Rina!) Kalau kamu ngrasa ini annoying, kasiaan deh lu punya pikiran kok picik mulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw keseeeeeeeeeeeeeelll banget!! Banyak banget yang kasih replyan nyolot. Kalo ngga suka ama pertanyaanku ga usah jawablah. Ato send private message aja ke gw. Beraninya di group doang. Tolong punya e-manners dong!! Hargai pendapat orang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For MPers :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ini sebenernya hasil uneg2 gw yang dihujat dan dituduh rasis karena mengajukan berbagai pertanyaan sederhana yang simple (bisa dilihat di previous post gw). Itulah kenapa gw ga suka Frenster. Terlalu banyak member dan orang cuma bisa ngliat luarnya doang, yang baik2 doang. Ga ada yang bisa mengekspresikan diri lewat tulisan. So giliran ada yang show up dikit langsung heboh. Mentang2 di internet jadi ngerasa bebas menghujat orang yang notabene ada di networknya sendiri. Seumur2 gw ngeblog dari SMA baru sekarang ngliat ada orang yang ga punya e-manners. Thats why I love MP, yang usernya polite, smart, dan friendly, saling mendukung dan tidak gampang terprovokasi, bahkan ketika harga dirinya diinjak2 paling banter nyumpah di page-nya sendiri. Hfff, sorry ya guys. Gw harus ngeluarin uneg2 ini. Kalo ga nyantol mulu di kepala gw bikin mules mulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3610398459565097104?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3610398459565097104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3610398459565097104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-manners.html' title='e-manners'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5981945938461476373</id><published>2007-10-15T14:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:25:08.108-12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment'/><title type='text'>Feel free to drop by...</title><content type='html'>Silakan, silakan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk siapapun yang mau kasih comment atau sekedar corat-coret, page ini dibuat sebagai medianya. I'm open to all comments. Nantinya akan gw pakai untuk memposting artikel dari Mix Lovers, dan akan gw update secara reguler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5981945938461476373?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5981945938461476373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5981945938461476373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/feel-free-to-drop-by.html' title='Feel free to drop by...'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3104296189347679750</id><published>2007-10-08T16:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:31:39.778-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space payaaahhh!!</title><content type='html'>Gw lagi bikin proyek dan butuh jawaban dari para pasangan campur. Dan gw sebar polling di 2 situs, My Space dan Friendster. Cuma orang2 di frenster yang reply questionerkuw, dan orang2 di myspace tak peduli. Sediiih dehh... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mau jawab?? ini dia pertanyaannya :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Untuk semua pasangan campur, kenapa&lt;br&gt;tertarik untuk memiliki hubungan ama&lt;br&gt;bule dibandingkan dengan cowo lokal?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Apa sih yang menarik dari bule??&lt;br&gt;(untuk semua orang)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Bagaimana rasanya memiliki hubungan&lt;br&gt;(cinta) ama bule??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Apa sih bedanya bule ama cowo lokal?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Apa bedanya pacaran ama bule dan&lt;br&gt;cowo lokal?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. (untuk yang sudah pacaran degnan&lt;br&gt;banyak bule) Menurut kamu, cowo bule&lt;br&gt;dari negara mana yang paling&lt;br&gt;baik/berke san??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Mau terus cari pacar bule ato&lt;br&gt;kembali ke selera asal (cowo lokal)?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. (untuk yang uda nikah) Mau pindah&lt;br&gt;jadi WNA ato tetep WNI??&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3104296189347679750?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3104296189347679750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3104296189347679750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-space-payaaahhh.html' title='My Space payaaahhh!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7189579430245589467</id><published>2007-10-03T13:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:31:02.991-12:00</updated><title type='text'>...ini menyenangkan</title><content type='html'>I never thought my life will be this exiting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walaupun pernah jatuh bangun berkali-kali selama gw tinggal di Bali, mostly my life is sooo exciting. Complete review about my whole year in Bali akan gw ulas pada tanggal 29 oktober. Sekarang gw cuma mau kasih review tentang beberapa hal yang bikin gw betah tinggal dan menjalani hidup di Bali. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gw suka bule, dari jaman SD sampe sekarang jauh jauh lebih tertarik bule. Bule dan Bali adalah hal yang tak akan terpisahkan. Pikiran untuk pacaran ama bule dulu adalah mimpi. Tapi terima kasih kepada mantan pacar gw yang menyakiti gw secara fisik dan mental, akhirnya gw bisa mendapatkan pacar yang gw idam-idamkan. Bule, ganteng, seksi, baik dan ngga pelit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dari pertama kali cerpen gw dimuat di majalah Kawanku tahun 2000 hingga sekarang umur gw hampir seperempat abad, gw suka sekali dengan menulis. Berawal dari blogwriter, sekarang gw sudah setahap setengah ke mimpi gw yang dulu, menjadi penulis dan tinggal di Bali. Semoga nantinya gw akan bisa jadi freelance writer, jadi ibu rumah tangga yang baik dan punya anak2 campur yang lucu. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nyanyi adalah hobi saya yang lain. Dulu gw cuma nyanyi di kamar mandi, sekarang meningkat ke penyanyi sukarela di Bar dan restoran2. Gw sekarang lagi les nyanyi dan masih tetap berharap ada job nyanyi sekali seminggu di resto2 di Bali. Nambahin duit buat bayar cicilan laptop, hihihihi....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Entah kenapa gw suka ama yang namanya pantai dan sunset. Kedua hal itu adalah keindahan yang tak terkirakan. Gw lebih memilih duduk di pantai daripada clubbing. Secara, jauh lebih murah dan menenangkan. Sssttt, tau ngga kalau orang yang sering ke pantai itu aura tubuhnya lebih bagus??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alam dan hawa Bali sangat sejuk, ngga terlalu panas dan ngga terlalu dingin. Dan gw ngga suka suasana kota besar. Pusing, macet, polusi, duh ngga banget deh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bebas. Hanya di Bali gw bisa cuek pake bikini ato hotpants tanpa takut diperkosa orang. Selain itu bebas ngelakuin apa aja, mo ngerokok, mau minum, mau masukin cowo ke kamar tanpa takut dilaporin pak RT, digerebek ato dipelototin nyokap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aman. Walaupun tingkat keamanan Bali tidak lagi sama dengan dulu, tapi overall Bali masih lebih aman daripada kota2 lainnya di Jawa dan Jakarta. Gw sering naruh bungkusan di motor atau meletakkan helm begitu saja di motor tanpa perlu menguncinya di bawah jok (soalnya helm gw helm gratisan dari honda hehehe) dan tidak hilang. Kalo di Jakarta, tas kresek dicantolin isi onde2 aja bisa hilang hihihihiii....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mulai mau belajar ngajar anak2 kecil. Sekali lagi ini sebagai sarana tambahan mencari uang demi lunasnya laptop gw.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cuma di Bali kita bisa merasa santai, dimana setiap hari adalah liburan, walapun masih weekdays. Kalau pusing gw tinggal ke pantai sanur melihat ombak yang jaraknya hanya 5 menit naik motor dari rumah, kalo butuh cuci mata langsung lari ke Kuta, butuh nongkrong banyak restoran deket rumah, laper cuma 2 menit ke McD yang buka 24 jam, dan kalo pengen refreshing tinggal pilih tempat2 wisata yang ada di Bali yang belum gw kunjungi. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hidup gw di Bali menyenangkan, tapi memang butuh waktu lama untuk mewujudkannya. Dan dari setiap langkah yang gw tempuh, gw tidak pernah menyesal apapun yang terjadi dalam hidup gw. Terimakasih kepada Tuhan telah memilihkan gw jalan ini. Dan jalan gw masih sangat panjang...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Laptop masih belum lunas uhuhuhuhuhuhuuu.......&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7189579430245589467?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7189579430245589467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7189579430245589467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/ini-menyenangkan.html' title='...ini menyenangkan'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5466188569101003799</id><published>2007-10-01T10:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:55:07.952-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Make you wish come true!!</title><content type='html'>Gw uda pernah posting ini sebelumnya di blog gw (&lt;a href="http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com"&gt;intaniasalsa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) beberapa tahun lalu. Dulu, jaman gw baru lulus SMA gw pernah iseng nulis beberapa hal yang pernah gw impikan di sebuah buku. Kemudian gw menyimpan rapat buku itu sampai beberapa tahun dan lupa akan keberadaannya. Dan kemudian gw menemukan kembali buku buluk itu kemudian terkejut saat membacanya kembali. Ternyata permohonan gw 80% menjadi kenyataan. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngga perlu jadi penyihir buat mewujudkan keinginan kita. Tulis daftar keinginanmu di sebuah kertas, mean it (apa sih bahasa indonesianya mean it??) inside your heart, dan simpan lalu berusahalah untuk mewujudkannya. Memang kadang butuh waktu lama, dan kadang kamu bisa lupa keinginanmu. But few years later, see your wish list dan lihat apa yang terjadi. Eh, tapi ini keinginan yang wajar2 aja lhooo, bukan mimpi dapet BMW ato jadi istri tommy suhartoo!! Ini keinginan yang mungkin untuk dicapai seperti lulus dengan gelar cumlaude, punya pekerjaan yang diimpikan ato keinginan untuk beli TV kek apa kek, yang bisa dilakukan dengan mengerahkan segenap usaha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ini daftar mimpi gw yang jadi kenyataan :&lt;br&gt;1. Lulus dengan IPK 3,sekian sekian&lt;br&gt;2. Jadi writer dan tinggal di Bali&lt;br&gt;3. Punya pacar bule&lt;br&gt;4. Menjadi wise dan dewasa&lt;br&gt;5. Banyak disukai cowo (impian SMA uhuhuhuhuhuuuu....)&lt;br&gt;6. Punya hidup yang tenang&lt;br&gt;7. Membuat orang tua bangga &lt;br&gt;    (sudah, tapi mereka harus mengeluarkan banyak uang untuk itu, huhuhu..)&lt;br&gt;8. Punya suami yang mendekati sempurna (masih calon deh sekarang, doain ya... hehe)&lt;br&gt;9. having............................ (sensor!! pokoknya udaaahh, seneng deeeehhh!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yang belum tinggal umroh, ke luar negeri (nunggu taun depan), dan menikah sebelum usia gw 26 (one year to go!!). Yuu tulis impian kamu di sini dan kita lihat apakah itu akan terwujud???&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5466188569101003799?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5466188569101003799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5466188569101003799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-you-wish-come-true.html' title='Make you wish come true!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-7522238620531167483</id><published>2007-09-26T16:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:20:23.603-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Maniak MP</title><content type='html'>Whuuuuuuuuiih. Ga bisa kerja gara2 buka MP muluuuu!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yang maniak MP ngacuuuuuuungg!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*begini masih ada juga yang ngga suka MP*&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-7522238620531167483?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7522238620531167483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/7522238620531167483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/maniak-mp.html' title='Maniak MP'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-1410372622758667766</id><published>2007-09-18T12:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:15:16.864-12:00</updated><title type='text'>JiggyJig* Massage.....Bali Holiday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sekedar info, itu lagu kebangsaan bule2 gelo di Bali. Kebanyakan di Kuta sih. Sekedar info lagi, andai saja temen2 tahu, Kuta itu tempat gila, tapi juga tempat yang nyaman. Memang Kuta adalah tempat tujuan wisata sebenar-benarnya di Bali, dengan kata lain kalo ke Bali ngga ke Kuta, pasti ngga lengkap. Apalagi ngga clubbing di Kuta. Gw suka Kuta, disini lebih nyaman daripada seminyak, dimana semua orang cuek dan kamu tidak dinilai dari penampilan kamu. Orang ga peduli dengan asal kamu, background kamu asalkan kamu ramah dan ngga rese. Tapi ya itu tadi, kamu harus hati-hati karena tempat ini adalah tempat gila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entah siapa yang nyiptain lagu Bali Holiday (nyanyiin pake nadanya lingkaran kecil, Jiggy Jig Massagenya diulang 2x sebelum Bali Holiday), yang jelas lagu itu bener2 menjelaskan keadaan di Kuta. Selain banyak tempat pijat plus-plus yang terdapat di sepanjang poppies1, poppies 2, benesari dan pantai Kuta, banyak juga cewe bookingan ato cewe yang cari2 bule hanya sekedar untuk mengeruk untung. Gw pernah becanda ama temen gw gara2 ngliat tetangga kosannya dia yang selalu clubbing tiap malam. Gw bilang orang di Kuta ini kerjanya kalo ngga gituan pasti mabok. Mabok gituan mabok gituan, cape deeehhh... Mungkin karena percampuran budaya yang terlalu dramatis kali ye? Bule selalu dapet predikat buruk dengan kelakuan mereka yang bebas, tapi asal tau aja, sebenernya di negara asalnya kelakuan mereka tidak segila di Kuta. Hanya karena di sini ngga ada aturan, dan orang menghargai kurs uang yang mereka hamburkan, dan mereka in holiday, maka jadilah mereka gila2an. Namanya juga liburan. Sebelum balik ke Inggris, cowo gw sering berpesan sama gw supaya gw hati2 dengan bule2 di Kuta karena mreka cuma mau jiggyjig saja dan dump girls. Dan gw perhatiin emang iya. Dan sayangnya banyak cewe yang menyambut keinginan para bule2 tsb untuk jiggyjig dan menyambung hidup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They're called hooker, lonte ato apalah. Banyak hidup di Kuta, pergi dari bule satu ke bule lainnya, ganti2 tiap malam, dengan si prancis, si belanda, si hawaii, duh kaya PBB aja. Berkeliling embargo, bounty, 66, Jaya Pub, nginap di hotel ini, itu, inu, trus lari karena ga bayar sewa. Cerita seperti itu uda kenyang di telinga gw. One of hooker I met told me, she was tired of having life like that. Dia pengen sekali dapet cowo (bule tentunya) yang baik dan mau nikahin dia dan hidup bahagia selamanya. Duh, mba, siapa sih ngga cape punya hidup kaya kamu. Minum tiap hari, mabok, ga punya duit. Gw jg cape kali kalo punya idup kaya lu. Dan setiap cewe yang berhubungan sama bule pasti banyakan mimpinya. Mimpi dikawin, dibawa ke negaranya dan happily ever after. Sebenernya asal tahu aja, bule ngga segampang itu nikah. Mereka lebih susah berkomitmen. Kalo belum mapan bener ga bakal mau merit, bahkan beberapa malah ga mau nikah dan punya anak. Tapi, kalau mereka menikah, mereka bener2 akan tanggung jawab ke keluarganya. I know that facts so I dont expect too much from my relationship. Back to topic. Inget hukum ekonomi, dimana ada permintaan pasti ada penawaran? Tampaknya hal itu juga berlaku di dunia prostitusi. Memang banyak sekali bule yang minat cari hooker di sini. They think Indo girls are exotic, with the brown skin, black long hair, and skinny or sexy body with curves, big breast more ass ato apalah. Dan banyak cewe menawarkan badan mereka untuk dinikmati bule2 tsb. Tidur dengan mreka berasa tidur ama pangeran wiliam ato tom cruise saking beda orang (katanyaaaa...). Dan gw geleng2 ngeliat tingkah laku cewe2 tsb yang gila, sok kalo pegang duit tapi kemudian merana kala sepi. Sampai akhirnya mreka hamil anak bule entah siapa, dan kembali melacur (dengan target bule2 tua kesepian) untuk menghidupi dirinya dan anaknya, atau bahkan mencopet dompet di night club supaya mendapatkan makanan untuk menyambung hidup esoknya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;UNtung saja, bule pertama gw sperti malaikat. Secara susah cari bule yang baik di Kuta. Semua cuma cari cewe buat ngisi liburan mreka. Kalo tidak..., hiiii.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moga2 gw ga akan pernah menerapkan lagu itu di kehidupan gw, Najis,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jiggyjig massage&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiggyjig massage&lt;br&gt;Bali Holiday........&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*ml&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-1410372622758667766?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1410372622758667766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1410372622758667766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/jiggyjig-massagebali-holiday_18.html' title='JiggyJig* Massage.....Bali Holiday!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-178932255234442002</id><published>2007-09-18T12:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:14:58.590-12:00</updated><title type='text'>JiggyJig* Massage.....Bali Holiday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sekedar info, itu lagu kebangsaan bule2 gelo di Bali. Kebanyakan di Kuta sih. Sekedar info lagi, andai saja temen2 tahu, Kuta itu tempat gila, tapi juga tempat yang nyaman. Memang Kuta adalah tempat tujuan wisata sebenar-benarnya di Bali, dengan kata lain kalo ke Bali ngga ke Kuta, pasti ngga lengkap. Apalagi ngga clubbing di Kuta. Gw suka Kuta, disini lebih nyaman daripada seminyak, dimana semua orang cuek dan kamu tidak dinilai dari penampilan kamu. Orang ga peduli dengan asal kamu, background kamu asalkan kamu ramah dan ngga rese. Tapi ya itu tadi, kamu harus hati-hati karena tempat ini adalah tempat gila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entah siapa yang nyiptain lagu Bali Holiday (nyanyiin pake nadanya lingkaran kecil, Jiggy Jig Massagenya diulang 2x sebelum Bali Holiday), yang jelas lagu itu bener2 menjelaskan keadaan di Kuta. Selain banyak tempat pijat plus-plus yang terdapat di sepanjang poppies1, poppies 2, benesari dan pantai Kuta, banyak juga cewe bookingan ato cewe yang cari2 bule hanya sekedar untuk mengeruk untung. Gw pernah becanda ama temen gw gara2 ngliat tetangga kosannya dia yang selalu clubbing tiap malam. Gw bilang orang di Kuta ini kerjanya kalo ngga gituan pasti mabok. Mabok gituan mabok gituan, cape deeehhh... Mungkin karena percampuran budaya yang terlalu dramatis kali ye? Bule selalu dapet predikat buruk dengan kelakuan mereka yang bebas, tapi asal tau aja, sebenernya di negara asalnya kelakuan mereka tidak segila di Kuta. Hanya karena di sini ngga ada aturan, dan orang menghargai kurs uang yang mereka hamburkan, dan mereka in holiday, maka jadilah mereka gila2an. Namanya juga liburan. Sebelum balik ke Inggris, cowo gw sering berpesan sama gw supaya gw hati2 dengan bule2 di Kuta karena mreka cuma mau jiggyjig saja dan dump girls. Dan gw perhatiin emang iya. Dan sayangnya banyak cewe yang menyambut keinginan para bule2 tsb untuk jiggyjig dan menyambung hidup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They're called hooker, lonte ato apalah. Banyak hidup di Kuta, pergi dari bule satu ke bule lainnya, ganti2 tiap malam, dengan si prancis, si belanda, si hawaii, duh kaya PBB aja. Berkeliling embargo, bounty, 66, Jaya Pub, nginap di hotel ini, itu, inu, trus lari karena ga bayar sewa. Cerita seperti itu uda kenyang di telinga gw. One of hooker I met told me, she was tired of having life like that. Dia pengen sekali dapet cowo (bule tentunya) yang baik dan mau nikahin dia dan hidup bahagia selamanya. Duh, mba, siapa sih ngga cape punya hidup kaya kamu. Minum tiap hari, mabok, ga punya duit. Gw jg cape kali kalo punya idup kaya lu. Dan setiap cewe yang berhubungan sama bule pasti banyakan mimpinya. Mimpi dikawin, dibawa ke negaranya dan happily ever after. Sebenernya asal tahu aja, bule ngga segampang itu nikah. Mereka lebih susah berkomitmen. Kalo belum mapan bener ga bakal mau merit, bahkan beberapa malah ga mau nikah dan punya anak. Tapi, kalau mereka menikah, mereka bener2 akan tanggung jawab ke keluarganya. I know that facts so I dont expect too much from my relationship. Back to topic. Inget hukum ekonomi, dimana ada permintaan pasti ada penawaran? Tampaknya hal itu juga berlaku di dunia prostitusi. Memang banyak sekali bule yang minat cari hooker di sini. They think Indo girls are exotic, with the brown skin, black long hair, and skinny or sexy body with curves, big breast more ass ato apalah. Dan banyak cewe menawarkan badan mereka untuk dinikmati bule2 tsb. Tidur dengan mreka berasa tidur ama pangeran wiliam ato tom cruise saking beda orang (katanyaaaa...). Dan gw geleng2 ngeliat tingkah laku cewe2 tsb yang gila, sok kalo pegang duit tapi kemudian merana kala sepi. Sampai akhirnya mreka hamil anak bule entah siapa, dan kembali melacur (dengan target bule2 tua kesepian) untuk menghidupi dirinya dan anaknya, atau bahkan mencopet dompet di night club supaya mendapatkan makanan untuk menyambung hidup esoknya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;UNtung saja, bule pertama gw sperti malaikat. Secara susah cari bule yang baik di Kuta. Semua cuma cari cewe buat ngisi liburan mreka. Kalo tidak..., hiiii.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moga2 gw ga akan pernah menerapkan lagu itu di kehidupan gw, Najis,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jiggyjig massage&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiggyjig massage&lt;br&gt;Bali Holiday........&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*ml&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-178932255234442002?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/178932255234442002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/178932255234442002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/jiggyjig-massagebali-holiday.html' title='JiggyJig* Massage.....Bali Holiday!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-8213748660437595957</id><published>2007-09-18T11:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:46:48.557-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiggy Jig Massage.....Bali Holiday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sekedar info, itu lagu kebangsaan bule2 gelo di Bali. Kebanyakan di Kuta sih. Sekedar info lagi, andai saja temen2 tahu, Kuta itu tempat gila, tapi juga tempat yang nyaman. Memang Kuta adalah tempat tujuan wisata sebenar-benarnya di Bali, dengan kata lain kalo ke Bali ngga ke Kuta, pasti ngga lengkap. Apalagi ngga clubbing di Kuta. Gw suka Kuta, disini lebih nyaman daripada seminyak, dimana semua orang cuek dan kamu tidak dinilai dari penampilan kamu. Orang ga peduli dengan asal kamu, background kamu asalkan kamu ramah dan ngga rese. Tapi ya itu tadi, kamu harus hati-hati karena tempat ini adalah tempat gila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entah siapa yang nyiptain lagu Bali Holiday (nyanyiin pake nadanya lingkaran kecil, Jiggy Jig Massagenya diulang 2x sebelum Bali Holiday), yang jelas lagu itu bener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-8213748660437595957?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8213748660437595957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/8213748660437595957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/jiggy-jig-massagebali-holiday.html' title='Jiggy Jig Massage.....Bali Holiday!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2704659167644857313</id><published>2007-09-17T16:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:30:23.098-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa kita puasa???</title><content type='html'>Tadi di jalan sempet mikirin ini. Bukan gw ngeluh, gw rela kok puasa demi menjalankan ibadah. Tapi ada ga sih dari temen2 yang mikir kenapa kita puasa?? Jangan bilang karena ibadah dan agama, basi. Sampe sekarang gw masih ngga bisa nemu jawabannya, kenapa kita puasa. Bisa aja toh kita tetep makan karena emang kita butuh energi buat melanjutkan kegiatan sehari2 kita. Please, jangan bicara tentang dosa. Its not my topic. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sebenernya, jaman sekarang kegiatan yang kita jalankan seabrek2. Gila2an kalo dibandingin jaman nabi mah. Gw mikir, kenapa masih diwajibin puasa padahal kita kan butuh banyak energi buat cari nafkah. Pergi sana sini, jalan sana sini, bicara ini itu. Belum lagi kalo di eropa kalo puasanya pas summer baru bsa makan jam 10 malam. Trus kalo lemes banget gimana?? Lagian kalo puasa kan badan lemes kekurangan cairan (pastinya), kerjaan ga semaksimal biasanya dan bisa jadi duit yang didapat semakin sedikit. Karena inilah banyak muslim jaman skarang males puasa karena kegiatannya seabrek dan tidak mungkin mereka menguranginya. Lagian dalam puasa kita harus mendekatkan diri ke Tuhan dan memperbanyak waktu ibadah, tapi gimana kalo emang waktu itu tidak bisa didapat??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gw butuh jawaban logika, jangan berdasarkan hadis ini hadis itu surat ini surat itu. Murni dari pemikiran kalian sendiri. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was born muslim and for my entire life, I will be muslim. Sayangnya, seperti muslim2 lainnya kita ngga bener2 mempelajari agama kita. Just do and follow it just like others. Gw salut ama temen2 gw dari luar yang mempelajari banyak agama untuk cari mana yang bener. dan mereka bener2 mempelajari sampe sedetil2nya walaupun pada akhirnya memilih untuk ga beragama karena mereka menganggap bahwa agama itu adalah buatan manusia. Just similar each other, dan tidak dapat dibuktikan serta dilogika. Tapi menurut gw agama itu tidak bisa dilogika. Dan alasan gw beragama, karena agama mengajarkan sesuatu yang baik. Memang banyak campur tangan umat manusia dalam ajaran agama, tapi jika kita bisa dengan bijak menyimpulkan mana yang benar maka kita adalah mahluk beragama dengan sebenar2nya. maksud gw, dengan memeluk agama maka kita menjadi manusia yang lebih baik dan berguna bagi bangsa dan negara *alah*, kenapa tidak?? Ga perlu deh segitunya membela agama sampe ngebom2 negara orang. Peace peace ajah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eh kok ga nyambung ama topik yang tadi?? ada yang mau kasih pendapat??&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2704659167644857313?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2704659167644857313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2704659167644857313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/kenapa-kita-puasa.html' title='Kenapa kita puasa???'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-1751985523751214638</id><published>2007-09-16T12:39:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:39:57.568-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada yang pengen beli souvenir dari Bali???</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Wew, ngliat usaha galuh laku keras gw juga pengen jualan. Kayanya asyik gitu blanja trus jual dan posting di internet. Secara gw kan onlen di kantor tiap hari. Tapi ya itu gw sebenernya ga hobi blanja dan males milih2 barang. Ini aja uda 4 bulan lebih gw ngga beli baju. Kepincut baju2 yang dijual Galuh tapi lagi ga ada ATM, susah transfernya. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kemaren2 dapet ide, kenapa gw ga ngejual barang2 aksesoris dari Bali?? Secara murah2 dan lucu2. Seperti aromaterapy, kain pantai, alas buat duduk di pantai (ato buat piknik) trus sabun wangi, lilin wangi, anting cuma 10 ribuan. Banyak banget deh. Kalo banyak yang mau and pengen barang2 pernik Bali gw pengen jualan. Kalo ga males, hehehehe... Ini sebenernya juga survey gimana selera pasar terhadap barang2 tersebut. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Yah, kalo ada barang2 khas Bali yang pengen kalian beli, please note. Kalo emang banyak yang suka diriku akan bergerak mencarinya. Daripada jauh2 ke Bali bo' butuh duit jutaan buat tiket pesawat iya ga???&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-1751985523751214638?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1751985523751214638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1751985523751214638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/ada-yang-pengen-beli-souvenir-dari-bali.html' title='Ada yang pengen beli souvenir dari Bali???'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2772908755866991847</id><published>2007-09-10T13:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:20:25.962-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometime I miss it......</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#990000 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Gila, ga berasa. 2 hari lagi puasa bo'. Sedih banget [ato seneng??] karena puasa kali ini bener2 beda dari biasanya. Hawa-hawa puasa ga berasa banget di sini. Sama sekali, kecuali gw nonton TV. Just living the days as usual. Ga tau, gw bisa puasa ga di sini?? Secara banyak banget godaannya. Embargo, bounty, pub dan bar masih tetep buka [hehehe...], bule masih tetep banyak dan warung ngga ada yang tutup. Ngga dipelototin orang gara2 ngga tarawih ke mesjid, dan bisa tetep makan di siang hari tanpa kesusahan cari warung yang buka. Well, yah, setan pergi jauh dariku.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#990000 size=3&gt;Untungnya, puasa kali ini cowo gw ngga disini. Jadi ngga ada godaan, dan bisa tetep puasa [yang ini kau tidak mengerti, yud, hehehe!] tanpa harus merasa bersalah ke kedua belah pihak [ke Tuhan dan ke cowo gw, hehehe]. Dan kabar baiknya dia mau coba ikutan puasa. Tapi ngga seharian dan masih boleh minum. Dasar. Tapi baguslah, berarti dia menghargai apa yang gw yakini, secara dia ga percaya Tuhan. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#990000 size=3&gt;And..., at this momment, I miss my mum making me Kolak, I miss the sound of Adzan, I miss praying to God, I miss the situations of Ramadhan.... Dan semua itu tak ada di Bali, huhuhuhu....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#990000 size=3&gt;Dan pertanyaan selanjutnya adalah......, Bisakah dirku berpuasa penuh bulan ramadhan kali ini?? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2772908755866991847?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2772908755866991847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2772908755866991847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometime-i-miss-it.html' title='Sometime I miss it......'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2304390639528759678</id><published>2007-09-06T16:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:15:08.225-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging review---from past till now</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Weisss, uda lama ya gw blogging. Mungkin ada 5 tahunan sejak gw kuliah kali (najis tua banget gw). Masih inget gw waktu pertama kali posting gw masih ga karuan. Masih melankolis. Sebenernya kalo dibaca lucu juga, memorizing gitu. Kayanya idup gw dulu susaaaah banget, padahal sekarang mah ampuun. Pertama kali dapet influence blogging dari mba kos gw. Karena emang pada dasarnya suka internet (gw mulai pegang internet sejak kelas 2 SMP), secaralah gw jadi maniak blogging. Pertama-tama blog gw jelek banget. Untung kok gw dikasih otak cerdas ama Tuhan *tsah*, jadinya kemampuannya semakin bertambah. Ya nulisnya ya desainnya. Puncaknya gw bisa bikin leot yang cantik pake gambar gw sndiri. Sayang blogspot gw harus ditinggalkan dan beralih ke multiply. Notabene gw harus belajar dari awal lagi buat bikin leot yang cantik dan personalize. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Dari blog ini gw dapet banyak pengalaman, dapet banyak temen. Devi, sita, lika, shofa, iebud, Mbodo dan vierna adalah temen2 deket blog yang sampai sekarang masih teteup kontak2an satu sama lain. Ketika yang satu pindah ke Multiply, yang lain hengkang juga. Tinggal ichanx deh ditunggu kehadirannya di multiply. Dan sejak di Multiply semakin banyak temen baru yang gw dapet. Semakin mudah juga, jadi tinggal ngeliat di board siapa posting apa, ngga usah susah susah ngebuka satu2 contact gitu, hehehe... Lebih praktis!! Lagipula orang2 blog jauh lebih sopan daripada orang2 di chatting ato di frenster ato juga di myspace. Yah, rata2 orang2 yagn suka blogging kan orang berpendidikan dan orang2 yang otaknya encer. Kalo ga maleslah mereka baca2 di internet gitu. Selain temen gw juga dapet kerjaan dari sini. Maksud gw karena kebiasaan nulis di blog, akhirnya gw dapet kerjaan yang buntut2nya nulis juga. Sempet waswas dulu waktu ngelamar karena ngga ada background apa2 di bidang tulis menulis. Waktu gw bilang gw sering nulis blog, akhirnya bos gw nerima gw, huhuhu... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Anywhy, ini cuma mengingat masa lalu aja. Moga2 temen semakin banyak, dan kemampuan semakin terasah, iya ga??&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2304390639528759678?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2304390639528759678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2304390639528759678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogging-review-from-past-till-now.html' title='Blogging review---from past till now'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-3958099450290227977</id><published>2007-08-28T15:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:38:22.698-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumit</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Rasanya... Mau tenggelam ke dasar samudra. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Gw dan adik gw sedang krisis duit. Dan gw ga bisa bantu. Gw uda ngga tahan, kalau saja jual diri ngga dosa mungkin uda gw lakuin demi Rupiah dan Euro....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-3958099450290227977?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3958099450290227977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/3958099450290227977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/rumit.html' title='Rumit'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-1651071360044278328</id><published>2007-08-27T09:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:31:13.875-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Butuh kerjaan sampingan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;ah yaa, keuanganku morat marit, Dompet hilang, ATM baru dua minggu keluarnya dan, gaji bulanan benar2 tidak cukup untuk makan sehari-hari. aku butuh kerjaan sampingan. Anyone want to help me??&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm a writer, kemampuan bahasa inggris expert, bisa nyanyi, cekatan, supel, ramah dan berlokasi di Bali. Aku selesai kerja jam 4 sore.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kalau ada info tolong kasih tau aku ya, pleaseee....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-1651071360044278328?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1651071360044278328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1651071360044278328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/butuh-kerjaan-sampingan.html' title='Butuh kerjaan sampingan!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-1508905049622368176</id><published>2007-08-25T21:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:20:58.419-12:00</updated><title type='text'>To Bastard Pickpocket at EMBARGO!!!!</title><content type='html'>Buat para PENCOPET di EMBARGO!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;buat pencopet yang telah mengambil dompetku dan berusaha juga mencuri motorku, kudoakan kamu MEMBUSUK DI BALI!!!!! Mendapatkan kesialan berturut2, dan penyakit mematikan. Dan kalau dompet aku tidak dikembalikan dalam waktu kurang dari satu bulan, kamu akan MENYESAL bahwa kamu pernah dilahirkan dimuka bumi ini!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GO TO HELL, kamu merusak citra Bali!! DASAR ORANG TIDAK BERGUNA!!!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-1508905049622368176?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1508905049622368176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/1508905049622368176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-bastard-pickpocket-at-embargo.html' title='To Bastard Pickpocket at EMBARGO!!!!'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-5462475317057014042</id><published>2007-08-24T15:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:03:40.928-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagaimana biar tidak jelalatan??</title><content type='html'>Gw punya bad habit. Tidak tahan kalau tidak melirik seseorang terutama orang yang menarik. Okelah gw ngakuuuu... ngga tahan kalau ngga ngelirik bule yang ganteng. Kadang reflek aja, kaya ada yang cling-cling gitu secara ngga sadar bola mata mengikuti kemana arah si objek bergerak. Dulu gw pikir itu wajar, toh ini kan menikmati keindahan ciptaan Tuhan, kan ga selingkuh cuma ngeliat aja, tapi lama2 kok gw pikir gw keterlaluan ya.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Bad habit gw ini sangat parah. Co gw sering complain karena gw sering kedapatan ngelirik bule lain yang sedang lewat. Pdahal co gw juga ganteng lhoo.., ga kalah ama yang lain. Tapi ngga tau kenapa ya, adaaa aja godaan yang lewat. Akhir2 ini sudah berusaha mengurangi, dan kemaren gw ke kuta buat refreshing. Ternyata..., jelalatan gw masih parah. bahkan kemaren temen gw yang anak pantai ngeledek, sering ngeliat gw mupeng ama bule2 yang dipantai. Dia bilang gw jablai karena ditinggal co gw ke inggris huhuhuhu... Padahal gw ga mikir apa2 cuma ngeliat dan menikmati saja.. ga ngeres ga ada maksud pengen ngedeketin. Cuma ngeliat, apa itu salah??? trus temen gw yang lain bilang emang eneg banget kalo kita lagi ngomong ama orang (apalagi pacar sendiri) trus tiba2 pacar kita itu ngelirik orang lain yang keren. Kalau dipikir2 emang eneg sih... tapi gimana dooong...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Duuuhh, gimana dong ngilangin kebiasan buruk jelalatan ini????&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-5462475317057014042?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5462475317057014042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/5462475317057014042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/bagaimana-biar-tidak-jelalatan.html' title='Bagaimana biar tidak jelalatan??'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4201108149926229312</id><published>2007-08-19T14:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:25:33.702-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Kedasyatan Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4201108149926229312?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4201108149926229312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4201108149926229312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/kedasyatan-friendster.html' title='Kedasyatan Friendster'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2825176483997836777</id><published>2007-08-17T11:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:12:55.604-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter and England</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;well, kemaren baru liat harry potter. I know I know im late but that because when harry's fifth movie was released, I was lying down on the bed, suffered of thypoid. Tau sendiri kalo tipes itu pulih totalnya 3 mingguan. Anywhy di harry potter and the order of phoenix kemaren gw ngeliat suasana kota di inggris yang modern. Bayangan gw selama ini potter hidup di era yang tidak moderen &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;abiiisss, Rowling mendeskripsikannya kadang2 kuno banget. Kadang gw lupa kalo potter itu hidup di tahun 2000an!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Inggris itu ternyata cantik sekali, dengan bangunan-bangunan tua yang masih terpelihara. Seperti kota2 lain di eropa, kemoderenan dan masa lampau seolah2 menyatu. (Ga kaya di Indonesia, bangunan tuanya pasti ga keurus, huhuhuhu....), alamnya juga cantik dan yang paling aku suka adalah logat british para pemainnya. Kangen dengerinnya soalnya kalo sama cowokku logat britishnya dia ga keluar karena ngomongnya pake bahasa indonesia terus. Yang ada logat bule yang cadel hehehehe...... (tapi masih tetap cinta kok, sayang... hehehe)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Pengen beli DVDnya biar bisa terus ngeliatin inggris. Mencatat tempat2 yang harus dikunjungi kalau2 diajak ke inggris ama cowokku. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tapi kapan beib??????? Huhuhuhuhu... keburu expired neh gw &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2825176483997836777?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2825176483997836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2825176483997836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/potter-and-england.html' title='Potter and England'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-4772288648460455815</id><published>2007-08-14T12:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:27:03.851-12:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Idea on Marriage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Most people said that marriage is a must thing to do, it's part of the region or else. Some are not interested in marriage, as well as others are obsesed in mariage. I consider this topic as my next topic in blog while reading my friend's blog on Friendster. Everone has different point of view about marriage, and I would like to know what's your idea on marriage.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I have mine, &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Marriage creates commitment to present somebody (and children also) in our future life taking care each other, because as a social creature, human is not able to live alone. So find the right person to company your life. Marriage is more than love, it's a pathner to be with, to share everything. So for somebody prefer not to married, then he/she has to realize that later she/he will be alone in life, but for you who not ready yet to share your life, then wait..., the right mate will come to company you....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So tell me again, what's your idea on marriage?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;*tsah*&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Halaaaaahhh, kok omonganku jadi gini yakkk... kawin yuuukk kawiinnnn....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-4772288648460455815?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4772288648460455815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/4772288648460455815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-your-idea-on-marriage.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your Idea on Marriage?'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534708.post-2790570560068918018</id><published>2007-08-08T16:17:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:17:13.604-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosan</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yah, seperti blog-blog yang lainnya, sekarang gw uda mulai bosan nulis disini. Sepertinya my Space akan menjadi korban gw berikutnya &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Anywhy, seperti yang lain, gw semalem juga ngerasain gempa. Ga tau kenapa tumben-tumbenan semalem gw kebangun pas jam 1 (WITA). Abis telpon co gw baru gw ngerasa ada getaran. Pertama gw cuekin, tapi kok lama2 tambah keras. Gw panik keluar, dan juga teman-teman kos gw. Wuih, untung deh gempanya cuma sebentar. Jam 3 kebangun lagi gara2 mimpi buruk trus nyalain TV, di metro ada berita ternyata pusat gempa di Indramanyu. Busyet, jauh banget yak getarannya. UNtung bukan di deket Bali. Huhuhu, badan sudah lemas, secara gw tinggal di sanur, deket dengan laut. Kalau ada tsunami bisa hilang pulau Bali, orang cuma seuprit gitu doang.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Btw, gw ngutak atik myspace lagi ahhh...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534708-2790570560068918018?l=intaniasalsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2790570560068918018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534708/posts/default/2790570560068918018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intaniasalsa.blogspot.com/2007/08/bosan.html' title='Bosan'/><author><name>salsa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
