<?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-3725264050697789888</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:23:56.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYLVIA is not looking for trouble but love</title><subtitle type='html'>what's in her mind....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-7320790855669245070</id><published>2009-08-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:43:52.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironically me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMGWTF. It's been a friggin long time since the last time I blogged. OK I lied before when I said I will update this blog as often as I could. But I didn't mean to. I was very serious when I was saying it! but unfortunately internet connection I had was really suck. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough with my deepest apology. Many things which are incredibly more important are coming out from my mouth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly, I'm on a three-month holiday. I found out a holiday this long is really a pain in the ass. In the first month, I was so glad that I could just taking naps all day long, eat as much as I could, watch dvds, browsing and sightseeing at malls, and blahblah. Second month, when I was almost run out of cash I started to realize that I was becoming chubbier (I mean fatter)---which absolutely was a disaster, and all my laziness revealed to the world. I ate, went to sleep, showered, ate, slept, and so on. That was just stupid. I was thinking about holiday. ooh forget about it. I thought teens at my age are not supposed to save money just for a beach picnic. It's just silly. So I decided to keep the money for my savings. Ironically the money was gone outta nowhere. hahahaha. Third month--now I'm so broke!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, I tried to eat healthy diet. It worked. I exercised a lot. I even made one special book- like an agenda to jot down all foods I ate. Ironically I failed just because I couldn't control my emotion. I ate so much that you can't normally imagine when I got mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thirdly, I had been through a lot of argument. I don't even think I can handle it anymore. and I made one terrible mistake, something I don't want to do it again, ever. I know things ALWAYS went bad when I lost my temper. And BANG! It just happened. For what I did, what I can say is only, "I'M SO SORRY I NEVER MEANT THAT TO BE HAPPENED".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fourthly, A lot of memories were recorded right in my heart. Rest in Peace my bestest buddy in M class, Arditya Hardaya. We're all missing you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK that's all for now. I'm gonna continue watching my Jun Pyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao, sylbree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-7320790855669245070?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/7320790855669245070/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/08/ironically-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/7320790855669245070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/7320790855669245070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/08/ironically-me.html' title='Ironically me'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-2973430724934113177</id><published>2009-05-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:20:58.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was so hectic, I almost didn't have any time to be alone and that's pretty good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things happened last week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. My little sister arrived here and she's going to stay here for exactly a month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I managed to skip classes (I really don't want this to happen anymore!:'( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Last week was a shopping week. I had a really great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I ate my favorite food almost everyday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. My hubby seemed to be gone. He disappeared. Kinda made me upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I decided. I had to buy a new rug for my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. I bought some DVDs and of course I watched the new episode of gossip girl! (I missed gossip girl so much!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Watched America's Best Dance Crew Season 1 &amp;amp; 3. GREAT SHOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Had a short-time photo session, finally!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things didn't happen last week (my plan didn't work out :p):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Exercising, Working out, Getting Fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Getting a new edgy haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Picking my sister up at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Being Nice by showing some attention to my friends (I didn't even answering their phone calls!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Having a romantic dinner with Zachary Quinto (Of course it didn't, and it won't!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Getting attention from my hubby. He neglected me. (need a social worker soon, works for a neglected baby, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-2973430724934113177?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/2973430724934113177/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/2973430724934113177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/2973430724934113177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-week.html' title='What a Week!'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-4422244692730237314</id><published>2009-05-04T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:00:22.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking me for granted, aren't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just want to make sure everything's clear. I don't have any idea what's going on here. I feel stupid. I feel wasted. I feel underappreciated. Somehow I feel the more I tried, the more I failed. I don't usually seem to have a problem with a guy, but actually I do, now. OK, I just need some more time alone (with my sister) to find out what is really going on and figure a way out of this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it really worth it? Or is it all just a total waste of time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need some getaway. I think a vacation would be great:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sylbree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-4422244692730237314?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/4422244692730237314/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-me-for-granted-arent-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/4422244692730237314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/4422244692730237314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-me-for-granted-arent-you.html' title='Taking me for granted, aren&apos;t you?'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-3860543425343336262</id><published>2009-04-25T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:55:35.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRYNA GET BACK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here is my what-to-do list (more like GOAL list):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Eat out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm planning to have a special dinner!XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Have a french manicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time to love my self more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. Cleaning up my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's already cleaned up, though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. Finish reading movie magazines :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. MPS homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go , go, go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. Have a photoshoot for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guess I'll keep it my self :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. Exercise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll pay gym visits, 3 times a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. Be nice and friendly to anyone but .!@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. Get rid of acnes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Getting closer!!XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. Have a nice dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I already did, last night!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OK that's for today!! I just need to keep my blog updated, so.... XP XOXO mmuacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-3860543425343336262?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/3860543425343336262/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/tryna-get-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/3860543425343336262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/3860543425343336262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/tryna-get-back.html' title='TRYNA GET BACK!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-1003055440976790959</id><published>2009-04-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:36:00.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se1pIACj4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/SWtbDJgo4Jw/s1600-h/stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se1pIACj4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/SWtbDJgo4Jw/s200/stressed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327029520419774914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO NEED TO SMILE RIGHT NOW, I'M STRESSED OUT. How could I possibly manage to skip class (Introduction to Accounting 2)? I know that I had been beyond my limit. This morning I woke up and I was completely exhausted. I have asked XXX for a help, but she said she couldn't do it (again!). I just want may life get back to normal and I can be someone who I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Semester's Sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sitting here. expect miracle to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love. sylbree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-1003055440976790959?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/1003055440976790959/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/1003055440976790959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/1003055440976790959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se1pIACj4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/SWtbDJgo4Jw/s72-c/stressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-1777753654266234728</id><published>2009-04-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:55:01.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muis' part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se1H3HvNb1I/AAAAAAAAACE/yOhb029QwYI/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se1H3HvNb1I/AAAAAAAAACE/yOhb029QwYI/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992946544602962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THE MUIS' PART TWO 1ST YOUNGER SISTER, AZZIE. She's a 17 year-old girl. Unlike her older sister (it's me!) she likes spending her time alone with her novel books. She looks more like Mom than Pop. He's a big fan of Jabbawockeez (America's Best Dance Crew season 1) and a thing what I like is she always dance. always. We often dance together in her room (It's just a crazy dance, not a real one. lol). She has an exquisite taste in music and spends a lot of time singing the rhyme and rapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now she's going to graduate from high school and wants to continue her study at a Technology Institute. She's a Math Freak, though. She's a cool geek!! love you sista!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;love, sylbree-I am not the one who always judge people from their apperance---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;in picture(left to  right): Azzie, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-1777753654266234728?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/1777753654266234728/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/1777753654266234728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/1777753654266234728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-part-2.html' title='The Muis&apos; part 2'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se1H3HvNb1I/AAAAAAAAACE/yOhb029QwYI/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-1407408464767822049</id><published>2009-04-20T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:47:23.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF part 1- Rere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se0zVvhT6uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GJ4KzunbSi8/s1600-h/Picture0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se0zVvhT6uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GJ4KzunbSi8/s400/Picture0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970382875618018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PRETTY ANGGRAENI. I met her about 2 years ago, my first day at University of Indonesia. I could say she was totally unique and different from others. At the time I fell in love with her she wore bangles, Red-Framed Glasses (And she sticked a paper with her name on it!),  she played  Tamagotchi, her cellphone color was painted shocking red! Something that I would never do to my cellphone.lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she goes to the same classes with me. She's still different!! She is crazy about milk , oreo and she's completely obsessed with dogs (She really wants to have a St. Bernard). The picture ( I also set it as the background image of my twitter profile) is taken a week ago when she was just got back from Balikpapan, Borneo, Indonesia, for a vacation on easter day and she brought me a stone bracelet. same colors as hers and kat (my another bff). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she's one of my close friends! Love you, Rere!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-1407408464767822049?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/1407408464767822049/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/bff-part-1-rere.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/1407408464767822049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/1407408464767822049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/bff-part-1-rere.html' title='BFF part 1- Rere'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Se0zVvhT6uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GJ4KzunbSi8/s72-c/Picture0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-7410283529108617442</id><published>2009-04-20T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:49:58.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Doing These Days</title><content type='html'> I don't know why lately, my days  become the most boring week I've ever had. Suddenly I feel &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SeyK4SE2PvI/AAAAAAAAABc/0j5fshxcHl8/s200/travian.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326785158801932018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my homework, my business, and mu routine. So I decided what to do on my free days-surfing the internet all day, downloading music, and movies! But a thing that's important that I wanna to talk about is I play Indonesian Travian these few days. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A week ago my boyfriend said ,"why don't you play travian?". At first, Travian (travian.co.id) sounds not very interesting to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SeyK4ViwEFI/AAAAAAAAABk/iqsISnA1XtQ/s200/gaia-towns-550x476.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326785159732662354" /&gt;It's a browser  RPG game where we grow a community (actually a village) of one of these tribes: Romans, Gauls, and Teutons.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When your village is ready (big enough) you can start attacking other villages, and actually that's the kind of game that I love! The world of travian is quite complex, not very complex, though, you'll get a tutorial when you're playing it for the first time. That'll be easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travian is not the only one browser game I've been playing, I also play Gaia online's zOMG! (gaiaonline.com), and it's fun!!! You should give it a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love y'all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-7410283529108617442?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/7410283529108617442/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-ive-been-doing-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/7410283529108617442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/7410283529108617442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-ive-been-doing-these-days.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Doing These Days'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SeyK4SE2PvI/AAAAAAAAABc/0j5fshxcHl8/s72-c/travian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-8483798170292655510</id><published>2009-04-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:54:16.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Goreng Aceh, Yum-O!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Sese29WzV0I/AAAAAAAAABU/N_4f2uuPVCw/s1600-h/Mandi-Keringat-Menyantap-Mie-Aceh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Sese29WzV0I/AAAAAAAAABU/N_4f2uuPVCw/s200/Mandi-Keringat-Menyantap-Mie-Aceh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326384913827714882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've just had my dinner @Pidie 2000 Depok. I ate Nasi Goreng Aceh and it was insanely tasty, spicy, and delicious at the same time!!! Rice is fried with special recipe from Aceh, Indonesia and served with shallot pickles and emping ("melinjo" chips). There was also noodles with the same taste, it is called Mie Goreng Aceh and it was yummy, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TRY IT!! five-star recommended:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-8483798170292655510?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/8483798170292655510/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasi-goreng-aceh-yum-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/8483798170292655510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/8483798170292655510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasi-goreng-aceh-yum-o.html' title='Nasi Goreng Aceh, Yum-O!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Sese29WzV0I/AAAAAAAAABU/N_4f2uuPVCw/s72-c/Mandi-Keringat-Menyantap-Mie-Aceh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-622332449562474185</id><published>2009-04-19T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:19:28.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MUIS'-part 1, my parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Ohana" means "family." "Family" means "no one gets left behind." But if you want to leave, you can. I'll remember you though.--Lilo and Stitch (2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;THE MUIS' PART 1- PARENTS. Everyone has a family, and of course I do, too. I have a small family with 5 members in it. I can say my family is doing great all the time. We're communicative, loving, and need each other. And I will tell you a story of this great family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Pop, Abdul, did not grow in a wealthy, rich family. He was one of the rural people who lived far from the city. Even, he had to build a raft to get to school when he was in 7th grade. He is a very great man. He could do everything. He moves from Indonesia to Germany when he was in age of 20. It's great, right? since he came from a very isolated village in Indonesia. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;e has a big interest in photography and had captured more than 5000 images of his family (I guess It's more than 5000). He loves cooking, baking, cleaning up our house together, and doing all of women's stuff. That's why I love him! He let us(me, my sisters, and my mom) doing everything together. And I would be glad to do all chores!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Mom, Buraida, raised in a spiritual, wholesome family. She's like "God's always watching us" or something type of mom. I really love it, SOMETIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Ser5ztcEc1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tRr0ft7Puv4/s320/New+Born.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326344176085005138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I remember the time when she was chasing us(me and my sisters) all around my house in order to make us say a prayer or whatever. lol. After all, my mom seems to be the greatest mom I've ever known. She has a faith in her girls, she trust me more than he does in her friends, which I love:). My father "dragged" her with him to Germany in 1989, the first year of their marriage and moved back to Indonesia in 1997.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, Both of them live in Jambi, Indonesia. Continuing their lives raising their 3 girls and sharing their happiness together. They eat laughter everyday and I'm sure they'll never get old inside!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-622332449562474185?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/622332449562474185/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/muis-part-1-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/622332449562474185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/622332449562474185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/muis-part-1-my-parents.html' title='THE MUIS&apos;-part 1, my parents'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/Ser5ztcEc1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tRr0ft7Puv4/s72-c/New+Born.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725264050697789888.post-7023207224962861464</id><published>2009-04-19T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:18:50.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know it's Been a While Since..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a year since my last blog post, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;quite a long time though&lt;/span&gt;. When I woke up this morning, the first thing I wanted to do was writing. And in this blog it all starts fresh:D. I really hope this one will be my last blog because I don't want to start it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesaqJGfgAI/AAAAAAAAABE/Em-AA6fv2DE/s200/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326380295595720706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna keep this blog updated since I've just got my computer installed with a brand new modem so that I'm gonna stay connected all the time and write about important and unimportant things. I don't care about what people have in mind when they're reading this, actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;all I care about is me&lt;/span&gt;, my self, keep writing on this blog until the end of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, this is getting so pointless when I'm talking about what I'm going to write, to tell everyone in this blog. So, I won't be talking about it. Just eat these pieces of my writings all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725264050697789888-7023207224962861464?l=checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/feeds/7023207224962861464/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-its-been-while-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/7023207224962861464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3725264050697789888/posts/default/7023207224962861464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkoutsylvia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-its-been-while-since.html' title='I Know it&apos;s Been a While Since..'/><author><name>Sylvia Muis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746982353857279747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesWET2BL1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/twqUBCR4tmU/S220/Picture0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sMxl0EzoUg/SesaqJGfgAI/AAAAAAAAABE/Em-AA6fv2DE/s72-c/Picture+(5)+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
