tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68032618920773254972024-03-14T13:39:37.231+07:00Scrappy Cocoaudrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-70240221365225224382011-05-18T04:36:00.002+07:002011-05-18T04:42:43.528+07:00MOMO tags the width of Manhattan<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X9adBLJvMIc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align:justify;">For the past four years, hundreds of thousands of New Yorkers who have walked by or on top of the orange lines have unwittingly passed what is the biggest graffiti tag in the world. The tag, which is so vast that all parts of it cannot be viewed at the same time, was created by an artist known as <span style="text-decoration:underline;"><a href="http://momoshowpalace.com/" target="_blank">Momo</a></span> in 2006 and consists of a single paint line that runs about eight miles long and spells out his name.</p> <p style="text-align:justify;">It runs from the East River to the Hudson River and extends north to 14th Street and south to Grand Street. The line runs over curbstones and subway grates and zigzags around lampposts and manhole covers. Its route begins at the edge of a West Side pier and ends after crossing a footbridge over the Franklin D. Roosevelt Drive. “<em>I wanted to make a trail that people could follow</em>,” Momo said. “<em>And I realized that I could write something if I planned it out with the street grid</em>.”</p> <p style="text-align:justify;">The project was inspired by a series of purple footprints that were painted on Manhattan sidewalks in 1986, which stretched all the way from the Upper East Side down to Foley Square. Those mysterious markings led to a spot on Eldridge Street on the Lower East Side, where the city had bulldozed an elaborate community garden called the Garden of Eden, which had been created by a squatter named Adam Purple. Momo said he glimpsed the footprints as a child and was captivated.</p> <p style="text-align:justify;">“<em>It was a really ephemeral, strange sight</em>,” he said. “<em>And it felt like those footprints created a path that was all mine</em>.” Years later he experimented for months with a way to make his own paint trail and eventually lashed a homemade funnel-shaped bucket to the back of a bicycle. He fitted the bucket with a hose that was controlled by a ball valve of the kind used in swimming pool plumbing systems. The line was created with 15 gallons of paint dispensed over the course of two covert missions carried out between 3 and 6 in the morning. “<em>Everyone was oblivious except for one guy who chased me</em>,” he said. “<em>But I think he was trying to be helpful, believing I was heading to a job site and had a legitimate leak</em>.”</p> <p style="text-align:justify;">You can read more about MoMo’s Manhattan tag in <em>The New York Times</em> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/18/arts/design/18momo.html?ref=arts" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration:underline;">here</span></a>.</p>(by <a href="http://disembedded.wordpress.com/2010/09/18/momo-tags-manhattan-the-biggest-graffiti-tag-in-the-world/"><span class="submitted">Patrick Zimmerman </span></a>)audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-57206875562205107442011-05-18T03:08:00.005+07:002011-05-18T03:52:38.679+07:00Unconditional Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/163837_1571203799812_1227003504_31284950_7585171_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 482px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/163837_1571203799812_1227003504_31284950_7585171_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This week has been very frustrating, due to all the projects, HSA's, and other tensions.<br /><br />Besides that, I just want to share a tip for you guys in how to keep things straight with your friends. I am mostly a chill person and I don't usually make a fuss out of things. But I can lose my patience too. It's always the best thing to let your friend knows what you're feeling right now. If they're a good friend, they will eventually understand. If they wont understand, then too bad, all you need to do is just to let go. I was THIS close to ending this whole friendship, but I didn't think it was worth to lose. I fought for it. I cried dramatically when I got to the highest point of my patience. These kinds of things are just tests. These are the things that help your friendship grow fonder and stronger.<br /><br />I love my friends, I really do. And I just don't wanna lose them because they're very precious in my heart.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."</span>-Randolf, G.<br /><br />I hope you all are reading this, and know how precious you are to me. Love yous.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HBRzfp93CU/TdLeskys21I/AAAAAAAAAUM/coDaFb1Pi_M/s1600/166304_1581860626226_1227003504_31303236_3578026_n%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HBRzfp93CU/TdLeskys21I/AAAAAAAAAUM/coDaFb1Pi_M/s400/166304_1581860626226_1227003504_31303236_3578026_n%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607789343401630546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7eFy1ykSVw/TdLesWjdYTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZbmeOmpuhsg/s1600/227881_10150167355621669_685226668_7262007_995892_n%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7eFy1ykSVw/TdLesWjdYTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZbmeOmpuhsg/s400/227881_10150167355621669_685226668_7262007_995892_n%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607789339579605298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-gD8YheGF8/TdLesca6maI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XdoyqNCCtYs/s1600/164327_489248866668_685226668_6588778_3977904_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wK4q8ODPkYU/TdLd1_faQRI/AAAAAAAAATs/eSCbrW0c4HA/s400/151089_1457232427751_1141574082_31051904_7068007_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788405675671826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HR_S8HrB8MQ/TdLd1Y7AiwI/AAAAAAAAATk/LMupeRPcqAg/s1600/149502_453450629005_657279005_5701209_5143675_n%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HR_S8HrB8MQ/TdLd1Y7AiwI/AAAAAAAAATk/LMupeRPcqAg/s400/149502_453450629005_657279005_5701209_5143675_n%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788395322444546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv7ga5FWGag/TdLd1NkxrLI/AAAAAAAAATc/m9LpTdFJ1ns/s1600/67239_449291609005_657279005_5623464_3573121_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv7ga5FWGag/TdLd1NkxrLI/AAAAAAAAATc/m9LpTdFJ1ns/s400/67239_449291609005_657279005_5623464_3573121_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788392276405426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjuqfLgOR0g/TdLd0xxooLI/AAAAAAAAATU/RZuf_DD17no/s1600/180198_497326404005_657279005_6378246_4223609_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjuqfLgOR0g/TdLd0xxooLI/AAAAAAAAATU/RZuf_DD17no/s400/180198_497326404005_657279005_6378246_4223609_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788384814145714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7gUjopSDuw/TdLd2ESBkcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/brS65e8JZqU/s1600/168137_495341624005_657279005_6349780_3648965_n%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7gUjopSDuw/TdLd2ESBkcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/brS65e8JZqU/s400/168137_495341624005_657279005_6349780_3648965_n%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788406961705410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~Audrey Z Silalahi</span>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-77011314519752338272011-05-17T05:37:00.002+07:002011-05-17T05:46:16.527+07:00My first appearance<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dww-OPy-Vie6UmAZ0pQForLIvcMIbA6gb4WcHABUvqe2FfwI4eYMWXEyoSr-i1MJjGdfA-aAxtiHeWUYSHStQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Hellurrraudrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-14149190037352509842011-05-15T10:30:00.004+07:002011-05-15T10:33:03.419+07:00Hello<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcqi5ZZzk6w/Tc9I6qA5L2I/AAAAAAAAATM/7RvnHYQfQDc/s1600/Photo%2B215.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcqi5ZZzk6w/Tc9I6qA5L2I/AAAAAAAAATM/7RvnHYQfQDc/s400/Photo%2B215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606780233647206242" border="0" /></a>My new addiction to flowers. (:<br /><br />Well hola peeps! I've been forgetting to put up things on this blog but I will try my best to keep this one updated.<br /><br />Ciao!<br />~Audrey Z Silalahiaudrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-1242396595937651512011-05-15T10:26:00.000+07:002011-05-15T10:29:11.322+07:00old works i havent posted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-6AJ6Am15k/Tc9IKyCD8jI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KriqmXUWDAQ/s1600/IMG_10221.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-6AJ6Am15k/Tc9IKyCD8jI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KriqmXUWDAQ/s400/IMG_10221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606779411165868594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTXD6VmD3r4/Tc9IKlo_JLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/pn5Wz9SW9wg/s1600/IMG_57461.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTXD6VmD3r4/Tc9IKlo_JLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/pn5Wz9SW9wg/s400/IMG_57461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606779407839470770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LczQ61qSqXU/Tc9IKZdnT9I/AAAAAAAAASs/EZdGI0VCrXQ/s1600/kdbw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LczQ61qSqXU/Tc9IKZdnT9I/AAAAAAAAASs/EZdGI0VCrXQ/s400/kdbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606779404570546130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTP1SaULZMg/Tc9ILH6YboI/AAAAAAAAATE/UrRzkCFZ35c/s1600/IMG_68591.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTP1SaULZMg/Tc9ILH6YboI/AAAAAAAAATE/UrRzkCFZ35c/s400/IMG_68591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606779417039236738" border="0" /></a>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-87046802255934223742011-04-25T21:27:00.002+07:002011-04-25T21:30:44.083+07:00latest vectors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZg4kgECbVQ/TbWFavF6OCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tDvP70aGT8o/s1600/ThomYorke-1%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZg4kgECbVQ/TbWFavF6OCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tDvP70aGT8o/s400/ThomYorke-1%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599528406069426210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1T2jFXhs_M/TbWFadspGrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7VxX1S-UPpM/s1600/Kev-kevin-baird-18062840-500-331%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1T2jFXhs_M/TbWFadspGrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7VxX1S-UPpM/s400/Kev-kevin-baird-18062840-500-331%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599528401400044210" border="0" /></a><br /><span><span>Thom Yorke from Radiohead and Kevin S. Baird from Two Door Cinema Club<br /><br /><br /></span></span>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-87597030798696432962010-11-29T05:59:00.002+07:002010-11-29T06:23:43.469+07:00Damascus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/330/d/a/eno_xv_by_audreeeyyy-d33o8v1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 707px; height: 469px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/330/d/a/eno_xv_by_audreeeyyy-d33o8v1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/330/4/a/eno_xiv_by_audreeeyyy-d33o8tu.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 707px; height: 468px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/330/4/a/eno_xiv_by_audreeeyyy-d33o8tu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/329/4/4/eno_ix_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxv5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 707px; height: 470px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/329/4/4/eno_ix_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxv5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/329/b/2/eno_viii_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxti.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 709px; height: 472px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/329/b/2/eno_viii_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxti.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/329/e/0/eno_ii_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxcq.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 707px; height: 471px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/329/e/0/eno_ii_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxcq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2010/330/9/4/eno_xiii_by_audreeeyyy-d33o8qz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 677px; height: 906px;" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2010/330/9/4/eno_xiii_by_audreeeyyy-d33o8qz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/329/6/6/eno_vi_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxq7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 760px; height: 505px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/329/6/6/eno_vi_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxq7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/329/f/4/eno_i_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxbq.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 759px; height: 506px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/329/f/4/eno_i_by_audreeeyyy-d33lxbq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-25491034996160610912010-11-03T09:57:00.002+07:002010-11-03T10:02:50.226+07:00Silent Vigil for Indonesia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs987.snc4/76062_454423684005_657279005_5721158_219584_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs987.snc4/76062_454423684005_657279005_5721158_219584_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs467.ash2/74014_454423954005_657279005_5721175_3224162_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs467.ash2/74014_454423954005_657279005_5721175_3224162_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs396.ash2/67399_454423894005_657279005_5721172_4137748_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs396.ash2/67399_454423894005_657279005_5721172_4137748_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs467.ash2/74003_454423674005_657279005_5721157_5527039_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs467.ash2/74003_454423674005_657279005_5721157_5527039_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />On Saturday 10-30-2010, Permias held a fundraising for Mentawai Tsunami, and Jogjakarta Volcano Erruption at Dupont Circle. It was ended by a vigil & prayer led by Bpk. Salman Al Farisi.audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-50870920227237580972010-11-03T09:16:00.002+07:002010-11-03T09:22:24.855+07:00My Latest WERKS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/306/2/4/melancholy_hill_v_by_audreeeyyy-d320gel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 506px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/306/2/4/melancholy_hill_v_by_audreeeyyy-d320gel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/306/7/5/melancholy_hill_iv_by_audreeeyyy-d320ert.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 312px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/306/7/5/melancholy_hill_iv_by_audreeeyyy-d320ert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/306/f/9/melancholy_hill_ii_by_audreeeyyy-d320epb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 308px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/306/f/9/melancholy_hill_ii_by_audreeeyyy-d320epb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/306/5/0/melancholy_hill_viii_by_audreeeyyy-d320gy9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 310px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/306/5/0/melancholy_hill_viii_by_audreeeyyy-d320gy9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/306/d/e/melancholy_hill_x_by_audreeeyyy-d320hbv.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 311px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/306/d/e/melancholy_hill_x_by_audreeeyyy-d320hbv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-44003570250848208462010-10-19T03:41:00.002+07:002010-10-19T03:46:27.435+07:00i am just bored. ok<p> <strong>Be honest, who texted you last?</strong></p> <p>Ayechan</p> <p><strong>Do you sleep with the door open or closed??</strong></p> <p>Closed. and when its open, i would wake up, no sike.<br /></p> <p><strong>Did anyone see your last kiss?</strong></p> <p>nopppeee<br /></p> <p><strong>Do you drink tea?</strong></p><p>I do<br /><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Have you ever kissed someone older than you?</strong></p> Noh. same age? <p><strong>Do you have plans for tomorrow?</strong></p> <p>No.<br /></p> <p><strong>What’s worse: dry skin or chapped lips?</strong></p> <p>Dry skin<br /></p> <p><strong>Would you be surprised if your parents had another baby together?</strong></p> <p>Yes.<br /></p> <p><strong>Would you rather go to Canada or California on vacation?</strong></p> <p>Canada</p> <p><strong>Do you want to get married?</strong></p> yes. later when im older<br /><p><strong>Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants or pajama pants?</strong></p> <p>shorts<br /></p> <p><strong>So, what if you married the last person you texted?</strong></p> noway.<br /><p><strong>Last person you told a secret to?</strong></p> <p>Kezia</p> <p><strong>What are you listening to at the moment?</strong></p> <p>MGMT liek shiet<br /></p> <p><strong>Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed?</strong></p> <p>brother's friend's<br /></p> <p><strong>Is there someone that you believe you will always be attached to?</strong></p> <p>yes</p> <p><strong>Are relationships ever really worth it?</strong></p> <p>Not always<br /></p> <p><strong>Do you believe in love?</strong></p> <p>I do</p> <p><strong>When was the last time you saw your father?</strong></p> Just now<br /><p><strong>Have you ever been called prince or princess?</strong></p>yes<br /><p><strong>Do you think teenagers can be in love?</strong></p> <p>i think so<br /></p> <p><strong>Do you have any condoms in your room?</strong></p> <p>No.<br /></p> <p><strong>Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?</strong></p> <p>yes i do indeed<br /></p> <p><strong>How are you feeling?</strong></p> <p>0kay and sleepy<br /></p> <p><strong>Do you want someone to call you right now?</strong></p> not really bcs im going to bed<br /><p><strong>What do you always take with you?</strong></p> <p>idk.. my phone?<br /></p> <p><strong>Is your bed comfortable?</strong></p> <p>very<br /></p> <p><strong>Were you single last summer?</strong></p> <p>yes<br /></p>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-16446681588102049502010-08-02T06:50:00.002+07:002010-08-02T06:57:23.868+07:00lovestruck?I GOT A CONFESSION TO MAKE!<br /><br />i really like a guy. he lives like soooo near. so yeah it dusnt matter. so. he's so cute and adorable. i saw him like 4months ago and amazingly i laid my eyes on him since the first time i saw him! from the porch! AND GUESS WHAT saw him again yesterday, right after i got back from my vacation. i was like so nervous eventho i wont talk to him or he wont even notice me. so. the most shocking thing is. there was this event and he was there. come on. why should he be there? but that's okay. because i was KINDA happy he was there. so. he's so cute :| whatever.<br /><br />the thing is, we talked like twice or thrice or 4times but he's cold :( and he doesn't even know my name, i guess. he knows me as someone's sister. soooooooooo now im upset. but thats okay. i've been wishing for something. and yeah. i really do wish that it would come true :)<br /><br />im young. i can fall in love with whoever i want :)<br /><br />and all i want to say is. i might be in love with this muchacho. love at first sight, maybe? and im not a stalker, i just like ur face, and there's something weird that i feel everytime i see ur face.<br /><br /><br />LALALALALOVEaudrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-54668220601402391742010-07-17T20:23:00.000+07:002010-07-17T20:23:57.522+07:00Silence of the Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs044.snc4/34542_412929524005_657279005_4796456_1994955_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs044.snc4/34542_412929524005_657279005_4796456_1994955_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-15582387409803190592010-05-18T04:28:00.002+07:002010-05-18T04:35:26.442+07:00If i were a boy..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2a/Le_Parkour_-_Saut_de_Pr%C3%A9cision.jpg/800px-Le_Parkour_-_Saut_de_Pr%C3%A9cision.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2a/Le_Parkour_-_Saut_de_Pr%C3%A9cision.jpg/800px-Le_Parkour_-_Saut_de_Pr%C3%A9cision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I WOULD PARKOUR ALL THE TIME! yeah :)<br />i find it so cool.<br />i wanna do parkour :Daudrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-12848270267815352832010-02-07T05:59:00.004+07:002010-02-07T06:20:22.901+07:00shifting and movingOk so, I'm moving to Washington DC on 25th February. That means I only have 18 days left in Jakarta!!! *sob sob :'(<br />And there are few things I MUST do here before I leave<br />1. Give all my text books and pastpapers for my friends :) *they lost theirs so yeah, im doing "charity"<br />2. Give some shoes to other people *or should i sell ya? >:)<br />3. Take the CINERES (brendy bryan audi) + davidmph to a movie<br />4. Ask friends from middle school to come over to my house<br />5. Farewell dinner with rafflesians<br />6. Meet other people which are my friends, relatives and so on and so forth<br />7. Shop for more coats, boots, and shawls<br />8. Pack things :'(<br />9. Send my iMac through tiki! :)<br /><br />And these are what i MUST do when I'm in america<br />1. BUY BB PLANS!! so i can keep in touch with friends via bbm. i promised to some ppl to keep my bbm on<br />2. go to smithsonians<br />3. NYC! A MUST MUST MUST<br />4. Buy more coats, shawls, boots, and backpack and normal shoes<br />5. Buy a new speaker for my iMac<br />6. Buy a scanner :)<br />7. Search for a school. Im hoping for richard montgomery :)<br />8. If possible, paint my room to purple so I feel homey :'(<br />9. Go to tutti frutti :) reminds me of Jakartaa<br /><br />Also, I have two missions!!<br />1. I'm going to contribute some articles for the pachwurk website<br />2. I'm going to be a free journalist, so I'm going to visit lots of art events and all :)<br /><br /><br />Ok so, I feel very excited yet at the same time I feel sad. I'm hoping I can go to Indonesia every school holidays. And am gonna miss you all here!<br /><br />Lots of love,<br />Audrey Zefanya<br />xoxoxoxoxoaudrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-72432620118622687792010-01-22T05:13:00.004+07:002010-01-22T05:24:08.629+07:00So SorryI'm tired of all this shit. I'm tired of still waiting for something that isn't worthy at all to be waited. I'm tired of hoping that you could ever be nice again. I'm tired of expecting that you still want to be my bestfriend. I'm tired of being treated this way.<br /><br />But most of all,<br /><br />The thing that you did recently, really breaks my heart into pieces. It's not because I still like you or what-so-ever, but even a normal person, would never be happy if they're being treated this way. It's not that I haven't forgive. Of course I forgive you, I can't be rude to you, I'm SCARED of you. I'm scared that you will disappear, when actually you almost disappear in my life.<br /><br />I don't know how things could turn this bad. What did I do wrong? Am I mean? Am I rude? Am I annoying or something?<br />If you said yes to all those questions, well I'm just trying to be nice. And FYI I never exaggerate to get something. And the question doesn't stop there. Do you hate me? Would you want to see me again? Would you want to look at my face again? Would you remember what things that I did the past 6 months? Maybe you're answering all no, I'm being pessimistic right now, because the feedback that I got was even terrible than the feedback from my enemy.<br /><br />I love you, as a friend now, or less than friend. And I just wanted to be friends. Oh no, this is not for you, this is for me. Me, please change.. And you probably wouldn't read this so, yeah.<br /><br />And still, Bryan is the best guy-bestbud ever. No one defeats his kindness and stuffs.<br />(ps: this is not about Bryan. He got nothing to be protested)audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-19718177207812857862010-01-09T11:26:00.002+07:002010-01-09T11:32:30.693+07:00booI wanna have a little sister.<br /><br />BUT,<br />Her name can't be as good as mine<br />Her grades can't be as high as mine<br />Her face can't be prettier than mine<br />Her attitude can't be better than mine<br />and her boyfriend can't be cooler than mine, and that's impossible because I have the coolest boyfriend.<br /><br /><br />- a narciss<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span>istic full of ego creepy ladyaudrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-70773928427155210212009-12-12T13:41:00.002+07:002009-12-12T13:50:30.030+07:00Spiritual Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/SyM79RYfyEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SkF7K8GUQgk/s1600-h/IMG1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/SyM79RYfyEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SkF7K8GUQgk/s400/IMG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414237100853676098" border="0" /></a><br />Jack: "Wouldn't it be great if we heard a train go by in the distance?" <br /> <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Peter: "Not really."<br />Francis: "<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>It'd probably be annoying."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The one on top is Francis, and then Peter, and then Jack.. Whitman Brothers</span>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-26585050800771913862009-12-09T01:01:00.003+07:002009-12-09T01:06:46.890+07:00John Lennon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13636_195498239005_657279005_3199261_1833744_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13636_195498239005_657279005_3199261_1833744_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I made this when I was feeling upset about something :(audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-7738048618248714792009-12-08T17:19:00.004+07:002009-12-08T17:27:22.587+07:00Cosmics and Stars<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10844_170040104581_758629581_2806868_5253931_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 405px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10844_170040104581_758629581_2806868_5253931_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>RICS Girls Futsal Team<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ya, I do play soccer/futsal. I'm the one with blue jersey on the bottom row, sitting. I'm wearing different jersey because I'm a goalie!<br />Do I need to mention my fellow team mates? Oh ya sure :)<br />The other goalie is Meidi, from left to right on the top row are Rachelle, Tara, Gaby, Alfeya, Tiffany, Arleene, and Edith (the one who's covering her own face). On the bottom row from left to right are Thalia, Audrey, Karen, Mr. Ibnu, and Fanya with the orange shoes.<br />I love you guys so much :)<br /></div></div>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-69940368209352265442009-12-08T12:21:00.002+07:002009-12-08T12:24:50.810+07:00The Windmills and the Roarcean<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5f9V9C1es-0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5f9V9C1es-0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br />That is a video made for Kings of Convenience's song, Rule My World. It's very nice!<br />And ya, see i told you KOC is totally related to ocean, sea, breeze, wind and those sorts of stuffs.<br />Listen to it! It always makes me calm.audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-44577870339806295672009-12-02T23:51:00.003+07:002009-12-03T00:21:40.205+07:00SKEELOHI BLOGGERS!!<br />It's already December, and now I'm counting days to 3 special days!<br />1. CHRISTMAS<br />2. My Bday!!<br />3. Buy-a-new-pug-puppy day :)<br /><br />First of all, I just want to say that, on my last birthday, I set few goals. The most important thing is being closer to God, friends, and family. The second thing is getting good marks at my new school. The last thing is achieve many awards or whatever opportunities I met along this year. Throughout the year, I did achieve those goals!<br /><br />Although some parts may be painful but if you look at the problems deeply, there's always the bright side. For example, I suck at relationships, but I get new friends. I got cramps and I couldn't move my foot but my futsal team won the 2nd place at RICS futsal cup. I suffer hunger but I lost few weights. The last but not least is, I cried SO BAD about being prohibited from singing with my band but in fact I got extremely increasing marks. So, it is true that TO GIVE IS TO GET. I gave all the things I like and for the return, I got back the things I like.<br /><br />So enough for the sharing and let's just see some photographs taken by idk who.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sxag5ZYt-oI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pn5CwSheIMo/s1600-h/13842_187037854581_758629581_2933449_1052985_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sxag5ZYt-oI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pn5CwSheIMo/s320/13842_187037854581_758629581_2933449_1052985_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688910259780226" border="0" /></a>RICS Cosmics vs Tirta Marta<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sxag5uHlsPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s3MDc7g3_hM/s1600-h/13842_187462099581_758629581_2936660_2821749_n+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sxag5uHlsPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s3MDc7g3_hM/s320/13842_187462099581_758629581_2936660_2821749_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688915825078514" border="0" /></a>Oh this one's taken by Sheryl. Afterbarf, after match<br /></div>audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-76028908265730856462009-11-26T23:04:00.000+07:002009-11-26T23:11:49.168+07:00LenJust like Arleene said<br /><br />"Poor Audrey :("<br /><br />Yes, poor me :(audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-76647543624124474882009-11-20T23:59:00.002+07:002009-11-21T00:27:02.673+07:00SMCAAyo kita ngomongin SMCA!<br /><br />Jadi hari Jumat, 20 November 2009, saya menjemput adik saya di sekolahnya di bilangan Haji Nawi. Sebelum ke sana, saya ke pim dulu bersama teman-teman karena lapar sekali. Sesudah adik saya menelefon, saya bergegas ke sekolahnya, dan tidak mengangkat telefonnya. Haji nawi yang macet itu membuat saya sampai di sekolah adik saya agak lebih telat sehingga dia harus menunggu sekitar 40 menit. Sewaktu adik saya masuk mobil, supir saya membuka jendela dan berbicara ke teman-teman adik saya, A dan I<br />"bagi dong minumnya, aus nih"<br />dan di balas oleh mereka<br />"heeeeee gerard bekantan! bekantan!"<br />Bekantan adalah monyet seperti ini!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tanmonkey.com/images/monkey/proboscis-monkey-big-nose.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.tanmonkey.com/images/monkey/proboscis-monkey-big-nose.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Perjalanan pulang pun dilanjutkan. Saya tidur-tiduran di mobil karena saya merasa lelah. Di depan adik saya dan supir saya si SMCA itu membicarakan nama, dimulai dari Togar, Ice, Supriyati, Sumirah, Gerard dan lalu.....Pendi. Dia mengatakan pendi itu nama barat, dan hasilnya di ketawai oleh saya dan adik saya. Namun tanpa rasa sakit hati dia malah bercerita asal usul namanya. Begini ceritanya:<br /><br />"Sewaktu lahir nama bapak tuh Agus Prasetyo. Cuma waktu pak pendi kecil kan ada saudara yang deket gitu ya, keren gitu kalau menurut bapak. Rambutnya panjang, badannya kurus kerempeng kaya rocker terus namanya tuh PEPEN. Nah saya ngerengek-rengek sama emak biar ganti nama saya, soalnya nama Agus saya tidak suka. Mumpung kepala saya PEANG (haha waktu denger gue ngakak) jadilah saya dipanggil Pepen juga. Nah terus kan saya pindah ke Tasikmalaya sama bapak saya, terus di KTP saya dibikinnya namanya Pepen Gunawan. Gunawan tuh nama bapak saya. Terus panggilan saya baru PENDI."<br /><br />Sejarah yang aneh, bukan?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SEKARANG WAKTUNYA PAMER HEHE</span><br />Thanks to Mandor, 110 orang dan orang-orang lainnya jadi tau supir saya. Yap betul! Saya mengikuti lomba yang dibuat oleh mandor yaitu Indonesia Butuh Pahlawan. Saya sih waktu itu gambarnya pak Pendi aja, nothing special, tapi saya membuatnya karena dia sudah berjasa sama saya, layaknya pahlawan. Sehingga saya membuat itu tentu dengan seijin yang bersangkutan. Saya tidak menyangka kalau saya bisa lolos seleksi. Pertamanya saya masih dikasih "kayaknya" sama kak Toro Elmar, yang sempat menyebut gambar saya itu Mandor banget, bukan sekedar kreatif namun simple tapi penuh dengan makna. Saat itu saya terbang heheheh. Datanglah tanggal 10 alias hari pahlawan, hari dimana gambar-gambar yang lolos seleksi diumumkan, dan dibuka votingnya. Saya bingung mengapa kok lama sekali ya tidak muncul-muncul. Ternyata kesibukan para panitia mengundurnya satu hari jadi tanggal 11. Saya tidak bisa mempercayai mata saya sendiri! Gambar saya lolos seleksi! Saya sangat bersyukur, dan saya mencoba menghubungi teman saya, Lolly, untuk me"like" foto itu. Namun pada awalnya terjadi kesusahan, kalau belum temannya Mandor tidak bisa like. Tapi itu bisa terataskan, intinya, pada tanggal 19, hari pengumuman pemenang, saya sih paginya biasa-biasa aja. Terus saya lagi makan di cafe sekolah dan tiba-tiba bb saya bergetar, ada email dari facebook. Saya buka, kok mandor tagged 3 photos of you gitu ya. Saya udah dipeluk sama temen saya sewaktu membuka fotonya, dan saya melihat foto pak Pendi dibawa Mandor man! Saya langsung menangis hehehe :D pokoknya saat itu adalah saat terbaik di hidup saya.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16767_1208892754338_1589305150_30544848_4966038_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16767_1208892754338_1589305150_30544848_4966038_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16767_1208892714337_1589305150_30544847_5811473_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 524px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16767_1208892714337_1589305150_30544847_5811473_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16767_1208892674336_1589305150_30544846_4646223_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16767_1208892674336_1589305150_30544846_4646223_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">BIG THANKS TO</span>:<br />All of my friends for liking my photo and for the supports<br />Other people who liked my photo<br />Mandor for giving me a chance to pass the selection<br />Kak Toro Elmar for giving me information about this competition<br /><br />I love you all and God Bless you :)audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-28636583347658048952009-11-15T08:13:00.003+07:002009-11-15T08:25:53.350+07:00MengenaiSaya.<br />(kali ini posting bahasa indonesia saja)<br /><br />Saya gak ekspresif! Tapi saya suka menunjukan perasaan saya dengan berkreasi, walaupun karya yang dihasilkan gak bagus-bagus amat, alias bisa dibilang jelek.<br />Saya tidak tinggi dan sekarang saya mulai mencintai tinggi badan saya yang pendek ini.<br />Hidung saya besar dan bibir saya lebar, mata saya bulat dan pipi saya tembem.<br />Kata orang salon rambut dan kulit saya halus (jadi malu).<br />Di satu saat saya bisa sangat sedih, dan di saat yang lain saya bisa sangat senang.<br />Saya penakut, pemalu, dan teman-temannya sehingga saya bisa jadi hilang komunikasi dengan anda.<br />Saya adalah seorang murid, yang mempunyai kegiatan lain menggambar dan menyanyi di sebuah band, yang mempunyai keinginan untuk membuat gebrakan di bulan Desember, dan pameran di bulan Juli tahun depan.<br />Kalau anda membuat saya kesal, nasib anda buruk. Tapi saya tidak mudah kesal kok :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sv9YBT1Qr6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/vD4jgrAFa-s/s1600-h/Photo+3337.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sv9YBT1Qr6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/vD4jgrAFa-s/s320/Photo+3337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404134857394663330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sv9YCJ7Ub0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZzPYAOsfsik/s1600-h/Photo+3247.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sv9YCJ7Ub0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZzPYAOsfsik/s320/Photo+3247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404134871915589442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sv9YBsCWfhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OBRl3NE0UlI/s1600-h/Photo+3324.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/Sv9YBsCWfhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OBRl3NE0UlI/s320/Photo+3324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404134863892020754" border="0" /></a>TA-DAAAA<br /><br />am so bored. sorry for the nonsense-ness<br />Have a nice day!audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803261892077325497.post-79287112064209952132009-11-11T19:31:00.001+07:002009-11-11T19:33:33.473+07:001 WEEK ONLY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/SvqvEAC6JLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/13zDDuS1-0g/s1600-h/textSMCA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk0P3rXrvyg/SvqvEAC6JLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/13zDDuS1-0g/s320/textSMCA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402823186250867890" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">pls like my photo! those who wants to like my photo, tag yourself and<br />then refresh and press "like"! thanks! <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30534036&id=1589305150" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span>http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>534036&id=1589305150</a></span></h3><br />Still counting! 1 more week! :)audrey zefangyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824097832212218283noreply@blogger.com0