tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468688167367025112023-11-16T06:00:57.686-08:00Lila LandThis is about me, my life, and my world. I don't like writting on a piece of paper and write them as diaries. I heart capturing life in still images of unforgetable moments or moving objects captured by the brilliant lens. So, if you wanna know about Lila Land just click once and open the world about it :)Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-69310635336719924762011-06-17T05:47:00.003-07:002011-06-17T05:47:34.307-07:00What word or phrase do you use too often?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">"Ah-Mazing!"</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything just don't keep me waiting!</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-12894171240892725032011-01-31T06:24:00.001-08:002011-01-31T06:24:08.029-08:00when you got yourself alone, what would you do?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Introspect the things that I have done lately, whether is was a regretful thing or something to be thankful of. Gratitude of living is always a great topic to refresh your mind especially when your alone. But, then when I have really nothing to do.. I put the music on full volume and dance my emotions out :D</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything just don't keep me waiting!</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-57589797000035289172011-01-31T02:48:00.001-08:002011-01-31T02:48:24.314-08:00Are you afraid of dying?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">No.. well, not really, cause I believe when it is my time to end. God knows I'll be ready, the only thing that will make it complicated is "How do I die?"</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-71226842489945216292011-01-13T19:52:00.001-08:002011-01-13T19:52:00.741-08:00formspring.meC'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting... <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain</a>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-73217401889526991662011-01-13T19:50:00.001-08:002011-01-13T19:50:15.092-08:00Is that allright if we still missing our "Ex" ?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Not really, only if they miss you back. If they don't, so its just a waste of time.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-18696923198159768572010-10-13T05:02:00.001-07:002010-10-13T05:02:36.793-07:00Would you rather be a famous musician or a famous actor?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Famous musician!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-64805536543842086482010-10-13T05:01:00.001-07:002010-10-13T05:01:15.956-07:00If you could instantly become an expert at one style of dance, what style would you pick?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Crumping! That would be fabulous!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-32293600375570892562010-10-13T05:00:00.001-07:002010-10-13T05:00:02.579-07:00Can anyone help me?? :(<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I'd love to :)<br />about what?</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-48901245897637570752010-10-05T06:09:00.000-07:002010-10-05T06:09:20.468-07:00Virtual Flights | Onboard Chat<a href="http://www.myvirtualflights.com/talk_passenger.php">Virtual Flights | Onboard Chat</a>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-48923911113724794172010-09-22T06:29:00.001-07:002010-09-22T06:29:03.518-07:00Would you rather vacation at the beach or in the mountains?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I'd rather be having vacation on the beach. It's more relaxing.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-72660544529533785472010-09-19T02:22:00.000-07:002010-09-19T02:22:29.449-07:00What do Senior Year Students do in Free Time? (In Class)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">Today is a Sunday afternoon, and what does that mean?</span> <strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Yes! End of vacation!! Arrrgh!</span></strong><span style="color: #073763;"> I know its so pathetic and kindda boring since in here <em>(Indonesia)</em> we just had a long "Eid" vacation for the muslims. But, because its a governmental rule to let all the students in Indonesia to get approximately a month off from the deadly school. <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Thank You Mr. Government</em></strong></span> :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple;">I was uploading some of my videos to my youtube account, when I was searching the videos on my laptop I saw some pictures. I got a file named <strong>"WEBCAM"</strong> and I forgot what pictures where in them. As, I opened it..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple;">I found <strong><span style="font-size: large;">300</span></strong> photos (ya, somwhere about that number) Of me and my classmates in this year's class. When, I saw the pictuers their all in the date of study class and the time that should have been a teacher in class. I grinned a lot looking all the pictures that I put on the slideshow. Very unique and weird poses .LOL!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: lime; color: #783f04;">I will represent for the Seniors in Highschool in these modern era of world.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: magenta; color: #4c1130;">"So, when teachers ask what students do when thier not attending the class hmm.. I think I know exactly what the answers are "NARSISISME" mode : ON"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Caution : These are the activities in exception of gossiping, texting, putting make-up on, and sleeping in class</span>.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">There are still tons of pictures of me and my friends in class. But, I merged all of my GOOD ones.<strike> I don't care what my friend look like.. the important thing is that I look cool. </strike>No, I'm a good friend so.. I post all of my funny faces pics and all my friends too .LOL!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">I'll give y'all a description, and promote some of my friends too :</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">In most of the pictures there is <em>Dina</em>, the one that uses the hijab/veil/the white hood (<u>female muslims wear these</u>), and then there is <em>Pamella</em> the one that wears glasses in the middle, she is my bestfriend from the vvery first year in highschool. We got a lot of things in common.. Me & <em>Pamella</em>. And, then there is <em>Thifal</em>, the lady that showed up in just two of the pictures above. I'm not really close with hear but she is nice in talking</span>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">So, there you have it.. The <strike>bad</strike> habitts of us.. Senior Class students in free time class .LOL!</span></div>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-73881504140743322432010-09-18T11:47:00.000-07:002010-09-18T11:47:15.115-07:00My 17th Birthday Present!<div style="color: #0b5394;">Well, yesterday Angga my bestfriend came to my house on 17th September. He gave me a late birthday gift, since we had a long vacation from school so we didn't see each other much. He texted me before saying that he had a surprise for me. I thought it was some old tricks that he usually does but not this time. He gave me a wrapped big box and said it was a late 17th birthday present. So, I smiled and worried that my face would fall apart from my big smile. After that, I opened the prsent.</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b>Number 1 : Open wrap nicley (But, he bought me the present not some paper wrap that I should be careful of not ripping it off)</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b>Number 2 : Open box (But, not fully I had ripped the wrap yet.)</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b>Number 3 : See upper readings on the box. "Naughty Boy"</b></div><div style="color: #674ea7;">Oh gawd! I know what this is ... This is NOT funny Angga!! Not <strike>FUNNY!</strike>! My Dad was watching and I said that I'll open it up later.</div><div style="color: #674ea7;">So, this is the picture of the sinnable legendary Naughty Boy Lamp.</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #bf9000;">Okay, my Dad went to the kitchen and I opened it up fully. So I saw the parts of the lamp and tried to put it on. When I plugged the lamp on it didn't instantly turned on.</div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #38761d;"><b>Me : "I don't see any light, Angga?"</b></div><div style="color: #38761d;"><b>Angga : "Flick it on!"</b></div><br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;">He was trying to make fun of me and humiliate me.. very, slick of you Angga. I didn't see any flick that says "on" and "off" until I figured it out. Good gracius!! I have to flick the <i><u><b>thing</b></u> </i>to turn it on. </div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0b5394;">And, when I flicked it on, I had this funny feeling inside my stomach and I burst a big laugh.</div><div style="color: #0b5394;">Angga, saw my big laugh followed me as well. He perhaps held his laugh before but maybe he thought that if he laughed before me.. maybe I would have gotten mad at him. And, I tried to stop laughing while flicking it onthen flick it off, then flick it on again then flick it off until I realized how ridicilous I'm being and I stupid I looked like.</div><div style="color: #45818e;">And here is how the lamp looks like when <strike>I already <i>flicked </i>it on..</strike> or should I say flick it up to make the lamp <i>turn on. .LOL</i></div><br />
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<span style="background-color: yellow; color: #7f6000;">Angga sometimes is such a dumbass but he is my bestest male friend I ever had. He is one of those reasons that make my life fun and worth the living. I can't imagine how boring my life would be if I never met him. Thankyou Angga for your stupidity and the fun present. (Ya, F-U-N present</span><i style="background-color: yellow; color: #7f6000;"> .LOL)</i>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-13899998954338622252010-09-18T09:04:00.000-07:002010-09-18T10:04:26.420-07:00My 17th Realisation.<span style="color:#ff6600;">In my 17th birthday, I found this photo in my cellphone that I never saw after same months. I could post it now cause I thought today is a nice day for not saying bad things abaout people .LOL</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">This picture reminds me of something and reminds me about bad and good things.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-9T3DxJ8y2DQ-asqBAO7oHJlQCEGssxBqJ2QH7yQz7VC1aEdP0qXQBHKE9zyTnxpm351zUyIX9RmtdqxUBnfx2CyNKHaOLxq6IZNNqnQ0oRo6UEytBvsDVmmxexSjAYzRSicTxgO1L4/s1600/Foto_2301.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518286737321095762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-9T3DxJ8y2DQ-asqBAO7oHJlQCEGssxBqJ2QH7yQz7VC1aEdP0qXQBHKE9zyTnxpm351zUyIX9RmtdqxUBnfx2CyNKHaOLxq6IZNNqnQ0oRo6UEytBvsDVmmxexSjAYzRSicTxgO1L4/s320/Foto_2301.jpg" /></a><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">This is a photo of me and my <strong><em>ex-boyfriend</em></strong>. I know that we broked up two months ago and I should move on but what I don't know is why my feelings won't get over him. He was<em> very special</em>, I never fought with him in our<u> 5 months</u> relaitionship, I even never had a bad thought of him. Until, one night he texted me that I and him had to end our relai. It was kindda rough and sad, I should've move on till now.. but I can't.</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"> I saved lots of money to buy him his favourite stuff for his birthday and then he broke up with me without any explaination before his birthday. Untill this day, I did not talk to him, I see him in school and sometimes walk pass him in the school hall but never did he saw me the same as 2 months ago, he even doesn't know that I still lived (maybe?). But, he never talked to me in harsh words, he said it was his fault and all. I hated not him.. but, something inside me that I never can get over it. I can never stop loving him, I know that I'm just 17 and still young or maybe I'll fall in love lots of time after this. But, I believe that when faith will come, I'll be ready for him. If, he isn't my last love</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">destination..</span> </p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">He'll be the sweetest love memory in my highschool years I ever had. Thank you, <em>Ghiffary</em> for loving me and treating me as a lady. Thank you for everything you've done for me, and thank you for teaching that when you love someone the biggest thing you can prove to them is to show that you can let them go. Let them free and let them be them.</span></p><p><span style="color:#993300;">Maybe in the future we'll meet again, maybe not. But, you'll always be the <em>Ghiffary</em> I know in my memories. Maybe you'll changeI but I <em>Ghiffary</em> our memories wont.</span></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-86190895467620444062010-06-04T17:20:00.001-07:002010-06-04T17:20:02.089-07:00Allilaaaaaaaah where have u been?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Nowhere. I've been on earth 16 years, that's kindda boring. Thought of moving to mars once, but realize thats there's no oxigen there... I'd die.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-53783199910200340212010-04-19T16:47:00.001-07:002010-04-19T16:47:16.247-07:00I wish I could take the pain away. I really wish ;(<p class="formspringmeAnswer">So, then take it away. Don't live me dying ;(</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-66741375678548105392010-04-19T16:46:00.005-07:002010-04-19T16:46:57.742-07:00lillah kenapa syg? tadi aku kgt liat'a.<p class="formspringmeAnswer">liat apa?</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-30682897646636940162010-04-19T16:46:00.003-07:002010-04-19T16:46:28.612-07:00I saw you crying in class last day, is everything okay? Are you okay? Did your boyfriend do bad to you?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I'm okay. Thank you for concerning :)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-26836216508763629842010-04-19T16:46:00.001-07:002010-04-19T16:46:27.594-07:00knp alilah kok nangis td?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">gak kenapa-kenapa kok.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-58997233346019154792010-04-19T16:44:00.001-07:002010-04-19T16:44:13.351-07:00formspring.meC'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting... <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain</a>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-36030688367221747622010-04-18T06:15:00.001-07:002010-04-18T06:15:29.473-07:00kapan ke hollywood? -_-<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Setelah lulus perkuliahan dari dunia fashion design di Paris. Wait for me, okay boy ;)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain">C'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting...</a></p>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-12726736118034704842010-04-16T22:14:00.001-07:002010-04-16T22:14:28.705-07:00formspring.meC'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting... <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain</a>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-90938552257752668712010-04-16T19:39:00.001-07:002010-04-16T19:39:19.519-07:00formspring.meC'mon, just ask the question. Don't keep me waiting... <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain</a>Ms. Aurora Beatrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633674894042655034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246868816736702511.post-82554609883605697472010-03-07T00:54:00.001-08:002010-03-07T00:54:47.199-08:00Whose your favourite designer?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">My favorite designer,heh? They're from Indonesia ;Ardistia and Heaven Tanudiredja</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/AlyAlyagain">C'mon, just ask the question. 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