<?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-5787334816058621096</id><updated>2012-01-09T16:18:46.932+07:00</updated><category term='my so-called-poem'/><category term='daily'/><category term='my nonie'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='pda'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='planet earth'/><category term='blah'/><category term='random'/><category term='video'/><category term='new year'/><category term='movie related'/><category term='think people think'/><category term='quote of the day'/><category term='crappy'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='special events'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>see me rambling</title><subtitle type='html'>over a freshly brewed cup of coffee..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-543382288397213340</id><published>2011-04-02T16:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:07:53.536+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I wish you enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, “I love you, and I wish you enough.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.” They kissed and the daughter left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted &amp;amp; needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“Yes, I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,” she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and she smiled even more.”When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough goo d things to sustain them.” Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She then began to cry and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them. TAKE TIME TO LIVE…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;(A friend e-mailed this story to me, I don't know whether it's a true story or not but I find it quite touching.. =) )&lt;/i&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/5787334816058621096-543382288397213340?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/543382288397213340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=543382288397213340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/543382288397213340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/543382288397213340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I wish you enough'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2690140863572963005</id><published>2010-12-10T03:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T03:37:04.359+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super (Romantic) Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a fan of super hero type of movies.. On this department, I can proudly say that I'm a total girly girl.. LOL! I almost don't give a tiny rat's ass about the übercool fighting scenes, scary monsters/mutants/crazy scientist/robot/alien whatsoever, or all those spectacular special effects thingies that lots of people go ga ga about. Those are the things that make me snore during the movie. Want me to stay awake?? More drama, please! Put on some romantic scenes with heartmelting dialogues and I shall guarantee you my undivided attention. Less frames of the super hero trying to kill the monsters, and more of the super hero taking his girlfriend out to a romantic dinner! Haha. Yeah, you got the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, since the romantic scenes are basically all I care about from super hero movies, here I am posting the lines which, I think, are the most romantic lines from all of the superhero movies I've watched so far. It's from the last scene of Spiderman 2. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;b&gt; Peter. I can't survive without you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Peter Parker&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;b&gt; You shouldn't be here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;I know you think we can't be together, but can't you respect me enough to let me make my own decision? I know there'll be risks but I want to face them with you. It's wrong that we should be only half alive... half of ourselves. I love you. So here I am… standing in your doorway. I have always been standing in your doorway. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Well, say something…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Peter Parker&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;b&gt; Thank you, Mary Jane.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, if I were a guy, I'd definitely marry someone like MJ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sent from my mobile device&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2690140863572963005?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2690140863572963005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2690140863572963005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2690140863572963005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2690140863572963005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/12/super-romantic-hero.html' title='Super (Romantic) Hero'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-6658453044287294351</id><published>2010-12-01T03:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:46:42.031+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>(I've had) Enough</title><content type='html'>I forgive you, not because I want to become a saint but because I do not want to endure this hatred. &lt;i&gt;This tiresome hatred.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now leave us alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-6658453044287294351?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6658453044287294351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=6658453044287294351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6658453044287294351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6658453044287294351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-had-enough.html' title='(I&apos;ve had) Enough'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-3287956840271477443</id><published>2010-11-21T02:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:46:13.624+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Ten</title><content type='html'>Whoever said that love is easy, must has never been in love;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a land mine, one wrong step and it blows up;&lt;br /&gt;A word, a look, lights a hidden fuse.&lt;p&gt;It's hard to see just what you have, when you're seeing red;&lt;br /&gt;And it's easy to do something that you know you both will regret;&lt;br /&gt;Better stop, think, count to ten before I leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One, I still wanna hate you;&lt;br /&gt;Two, three, I still wanna leave;&lt;br /&gt;Four, searching for that door;&lt;br /&gt;Five, then I look into your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Six, take a deep breath;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, take a step back;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, nine, I don't know why, we even started this fight;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get to ten, I'm right back in your arms again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words thrown so callously like weapons when we fight;&lt;br /&gt;But when they cut too deep, I wanna leave it all behind;&lt;br /&gt;That I've to count to ten, before I cross that line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One, I still wanna hate you;&lt;br /&gt;Two, three, I still wanna leave;&lt;br /&gt;Four, searching for that door;&lt;br /&gt;Five, then I look into your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Six, take a deep breath;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, take a step back;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, nine, I don't know why, we even started this fight;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get to ten, I'm right back in your arms again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can lose what you're not thankful for,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that to happen to you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Better count my blessings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One, you still move me;&lt;br /&gt;Two, three, you send chills right through me;&lt;br /&gt;Four, you keep me wanting more;&lt;br /&gt;Five, when I look into your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Six, you're my best friend;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, that will never end;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, nine, I don't know why, but thank God it happens everytime;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get to ten,&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get to ten,&lt;br /&gt;I can see how blessed I've been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd chose you all over again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Jewel Kilcher)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-3287956840271477443?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3287956840271477443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=3287956840271477443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3287956840271477443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3287956840271477443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/11/ten.html' title='Ten'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-7736911893591014334</id><published>2010-11-08T04:07:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T06:06:59.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Misiii.. saya mau merepet dulu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sesuai judul postingan kali ini.. I'm wrilly2 in the mood for merepeeutt aka curcol gila2an.. eits, gak curcol juga siih secara panjang ya, bok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kalimat di atas itu adalah warning yaa, so kalo sodara-sodari hadirin-hadirot sekalian punya hajat yang lebih penting ketimbang baca repetan saya, disarankan buat close aja window nya..karena eh karena sumpah deh postingan ini rasa2nya kurang bermanfaat buat kemaslahatan umat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eh tapi kalo emang lagi segitu mati gaya nya ga ada kerjaan sih sok atuh manggaaa menyaksikan saya merepet.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baiklah tanpa lebih banyak congcings mari segera dimulei.. Pusat permasalahan kehidupan eyke akhir2 ini rasa2nya bersumber di satu kata deh.. &lt;b&gt;KAWIN!&lt;/b&gt; hahahahahaha.. &lt;i&gt;(tertawa frustrasi)&lt;/i&gt; Maaak, umur udah lewat seperempat abad iniii.. udah masuk masa2 krisis pengen ngerasain kewong! Rambut pun udah mulei beruban satu dua helai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pujaan hati pun insyaAllah udah tersedia..udah mantep lah ini hati segala macem pokonya mah insyaAllah kami siapppp &lt;i&gt;(dan ngebet..hahaha)&lt;/i&gt; lahir batinnn.. Keluarga punnn insyaAllah udah sreg di hati..saya sudah &lt;i&gt;(pede)&lt;/i&gt; diterima ama keluarga sang pujaan hati..secara pendekatannya juga udah nyaris 10 taon.. dari adeknya masih esde sampe udah mau lulus SMA!! Lama yeee.. iye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nahh,,terus kenapa dong dong dong gak kawin kawin jugaa?? Pan katanya situ ngebet?? Huhuhu.. Masalahnyaaa, karena suatu hal berbau tradisi adat-istiadat yang krusial &lt;i&gt;(buat keluarga, buat gw mah kagak!)&lt;/i&gt;, sang pujaan hati eyke masih belum bisa merasakan apa yg saya rasakan dengan keluarga doi.. singkatnya, belum diterima. Kasiaan yaaa.. Sepuluh taun jek.. Kemane ajeee ente??! hahaha.. &lt;i&gt;(terlalu banyak tertawa mengindikasikan perasaan miris yg ditutup2i)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segala daya dan upaya rasa2nya udah kami lakukan deh untuk menggoyahkan kekerasan hati yang paduka raja padang pasir &lt;i&gt;(baca: eyke punya bapak moyang&lt;/i&gt;), karena niscaya kalo hati sang paduka sudah luluh mah anggota kerajaan yg lain dijamin manut2 ajee.. Tapiii, ya apa mau dikata..namanya juga ujian yah..mungkin emang belum waktunya juga sehingga saya dan sang pujaan hati harus luar biasa sabaaaarrrrrrrrrrr..sembari menahan hasrat yg kian membuncah untuk membina bahtera rumah tangga.. ahuhuhu.. Tapi teteeupp haqqul yaqiiiiinn insyaAllah kalo saatnya tiba my daddy daddy bala bala akan rontok juga hatinya sama calon menantunya iniii.. Aamiin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey Daddy, if you read my blog..percayalah tidak ada lelaki di luaran sana yang bisa mencintai, menjaga, membahagiakan, membimbing dan memimpin anak gadis sematawayang-mu ini sebaik dia!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabar sabar sabarrr.. itu sihh inti dari perjuangan cinta kita berdua.. Caelah.. Dari mulai saya ditembak di depan lab kimia SMA kita bulan Januari 2001.. ahik..ahikk.. Terus ditinggal kuliah di luar negeri enam bulan sesudahnyaa.. Long distance lima tauuuunnn.. Dari mulai beda waktu 1 jam sampe 12 jam..udah tau rasanya! Teteupp mesti sabaaarrr.. hahaha.. Walopun akhirnya saya sempat cemen dan ngerasa lelah pacaran jauh2an yg berujung kita putus &lt;i&gt;(di status, di hati mah gak pernah kali yaa??hahaha.. najis!) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tapi insyaAllah kalo jodoh gak kemana2 emang.. setelah hampir 3 taun jalan sendiri2, ya kok bisa2nya di'pertemukan' lagi dalam kondisi yang rasa2nya terlalu menakjubkan buat dibilang kebetulan.. Prikitiiiwww! &lt;i&gt;(Afterall, kita percaya nggak ada yang kebetulan di dunia ini.)&lt;/i&gt; Saat itu juga, we instantly know..this is it..we're meant to be together and nothing can ever come in between again, insyaAllah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eits, tapi emang ga boleh jumawa berlebihan..hahaha..pasalnya, sungguh ironis..beberapa saat setelah kita nyambung lagi ituuu, sang pujaan hati harus beremigrasi ke negeri kumpeni buat mengejar cita2nya menjadi ilmuwan dan menguasai dunia! Maaakk, ditinggal lagi doong eykeeee.. Halo, long distance relationship apa kabarmu..kita berjumpa lagii! *nangis guling2an tujuh hari tujuh malem!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ehh, apa tadi kuncinyaa?? &lt;b&gt;SABARRR..&lt;/b&gt; tuh  ditulis gede2 di karton manila berhias glitter, ditempel di cermin samping tempat tidur biar tiap bangun pagi bisa terapi menghipnotis diri sendiri.. Lagipula, insyaAllah jauh2an kali ini nggak sampe selama dulu dongg.. ya iya kan pengennya cepet2 kawinnn.. huhuhu.. Segala daya dan upaya punn digencarkan untuk mencapai tujuan itu, terutama mendapat restu sang paduka raja padang pasir.. Tiada hil yang mustahal kalo atas izin Allah kan yaaa.. jadi insyaAllah penolakan2 beliau selama ini gak bikin kami gencar melainkan semakin kekeuh sumekeuhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walaupun demikian, saya dan pujaan hati teteeup manusia biasa yaaa.. Kadang2 saya juga jiper, galau, stress, capek, nangis guling2an, apalagi ngeliatin orang2 pada kawinnn semuaaa..aaaa gw kapaann??!! Nanti giliran eyke yg udah sembuh, gantian sang pujaan hati yg sutresno.. ganti2an ajaaa gitu.. Tapi Alhamdulillah bisa saling menguatkan kalo yg satu lagi lemah, dia bisa menahan saya kalo pengen guling2an di rel kereta Lenteng Agung, dan saya juga bisa nahan dia untuk gak lompat ke dalem kanal di Delft sono.. Hihihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teteuppp berdoa dan ikhtiar sekekeuh mungkin lahh.. Dan insyaAllah kalo kondisi kejiwaan ini memungkinkan, kita sekarang sih udah ga mau stres2an lagi mainannya..udah ga mau galau2an lagi meratapi nasib.. huhuhu.. Buang2 waktu dan enerhiii.. &lt;i&gt;(buat yg belom tau, percayalah nangis dua hari dua malem itu jauhh lebih CAPEK daripada main dance dance revolution dua hari dua malem non stop!)&lt;/i&gt; Jadi, daripada nelongso mewek2an mengasiani diri sendiri, mariiiii kita semangattt '45 buat menyusun strategi menuju tujan yang diimpi2kan yaituuu..tak lain dan tak bukan adalah &lt;b&gt;MENIKAH!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Menjalankan sunnah Rasulullah saw, menyempurnakan separuh agama, membangun keluarga yang sakinah mawaddah warahmah.. InsyaAllah.. Aamiiin ya robbal alamiiin..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/TNcrVGGpsDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/elqiQ-oS36Y/s1600/%3Dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/TNcrVGGpsDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/elqiQ-oS36Y/s200/%3Dp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536941908291072050" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Semoga sesegera mungkin kalo bobo' ada dia yang nemenin..Hihihii.. Meskipun suara ngoroknya dijamin tidak hanya menggetarkan jantung hatiku..ihiiyy.. tapi juga tembok rumah tetangga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5787334816058621096-7736911893591014334?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7736911893591014334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=7736911893591014334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7736911893591014334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7736911893591014334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/11/misiii-saya-mau-merepet-dulu.html' title='Misiii.. saya mau merepet dulu..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/TNcrVGGpsDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/elqiQ-oS36Y/s72-c/%3Dp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4679191786973869502</id><published>2010-10-29T01:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:31:15.088+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>nyuwun pareng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Kepada dia yang menggenggam kehidupan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;kupanjatkan maaf tiada terputus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;mengemasi satu demi satu serpihan tanya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;pergi mencari benar yang tak hanya di kepala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Dari dia yang bersinggasana dalam terang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;kudapati keharusan menelan kata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;mengikat erat2 renjana dalam pikiran&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;membiarkan mimpi penuh luka melepuh perih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Kepada dia yang berkalang hujan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;kuletakkan salam yang mulia baginya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;bersama racau doa meski tak sempurna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;sebanyak sayang tak pernah hilang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Dari dia yang membentuk rupa jiwa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;kuyakini hati untuk kembali suatu hari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;mengais remah-remah atas nama restu semesta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;menangisi senyuman  di ujung penantian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-4679191786973869502?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4679191786973869502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4679191786973869502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4679191786973869502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4679191786973869502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/nyuwun-pareng.html' title='nyuwun pareng'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-464982739279263786</id><published>2010-10-15T02:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T02:56:16.981+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>Tentang Perempuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia yang diambil dari tulang rusukmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jika Tuhan mempersatukan dua orang yang berlawanan sifatnya, maka itu akan saling melengkapi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dialah penolongmu yang sepadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, bukan sparing partner yang sepadan. Ketika pertandingan dimulai, dia tidak akan berhadapan denganmu untuk melawan tetapi dia akan ada bersamamu untuk berjaga-jaga di belakang saat engkau berada di depan atau segera mengembalikan bola ketika bola itu terlewat olehmu; dialah yang akan melengkapi kekuranganmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia ada untuk melengkapi yang tidak ada dalam laki-laki: perasaan, emosi, kelemahlembutan, keluwesan, keindahan, kecantikan, rahim untuk melahirkan, mengurusi hal-hal sepele; hingga ketika laki-laki tidak mengerti hal-hal itu, dialah yang akan menyelesaikan bagiannya sehingga tanpa kau sadari, ketika kau menjalani sisa hidupmu, kau akan menjadi lebih kuat karena hadirnya di sisimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jika ada makhluk yang sangat bertolak belakang, kontras dengan lelaki, itulah perempuan. Jika ada makhluk yang sanggup menaklukkan hati hanya dengan sebuah senyuman, itulah perempuan. Ia tidak butuh argumentasi hebat dari seorang laki-laki tetapi ia butuh jaminan rasa aman darinya, karena ia ada untuk dilindungi. Tidak hanya secara fisik, namun juga emosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ia boleh jadi tidak tertarik kepada fakta-fakta yang akurat, bahasa yang teliti dan logis yang bisa disampaikan secara detail dari seorang laki-laki, tetapi yang ia butuhkan adalah perhatiannya, kata-kata yang lembut, ungkapan-ungkapan sayang yang sepele namun sangat berarti baginya; membuatnya aman di dekatmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Batu yang keras dapat terkikis habis oleh air yang luwes, sifat laki-laki yang keras ternetralisir oleh kelembutan perempuan. Rumput yang lembut tidak mudah tumbang oleh badai dibandingkan dengan pohon besar dan rindang, seperti juga di dalam kelembutannya, di situlah terletak kekuatan dan ketahanan yang membuatnya bisa bertahan dalam situasi apapun. Ia lembut bukan untuk diinjak, rumput yang lembut akan dinaungi oleh pohon yang kokoh dan rindang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jika lelaki berpikir tentang perasaan wanita, itu akan menyita sepersekian dari hidupnya. Tetapi jika perempuan berpikir tentang perasaan lelaki, itu akan menyita seluruh hidupnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Karena perempuan diciptakan dari tulang rusuk laki-laki, karena perempuan adalah bagian dari laki-laki.. apa yang menjadi bagian hidupnya, akan menjadi bagian bagi hidupmu. Karena kau dan dia adalah satu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia adalah dirimu yang tak ada sebelumnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ketika pertandingan dimulai, pastikan dia ada di bagian lapangan yang sama denganmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-464982739279263786?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/464982739279263786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=464982739279263786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/464982739279263786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/464982739279263786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/tentang-perempuan.html' title='Tentang Perempuan'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-7876748748560911805</id><published>2010-06-21T04:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T04:40:50.797+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>JUNE OH JUNE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;JUNE BLOODY JUNE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This month is definitely insane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;between the high-pressure deadline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the lack of time (or my poor time management, to be honest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the non-cooperative team,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and my obsession over every teeny tiny detail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm screwed!! Pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only three things that stop me from using my sharp pair of scissors to stab someone are praying, THE 2010 WORLDCUP, and the fact that my handsome boyfriend is coming at the end of the month!! WOOOHOOOOO!!!&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/5787334816058621096-7876748748560911805?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7876748748560911805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=7876748748560911805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7876748748560911805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7876748748560911805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-oh-june.html' title='JUNE OH JUNE!'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4105888672861185430</id><published>2010-06-10T04:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T04:51:56.307+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>WHAT FOLKS ARE MADE OF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are little babies made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are little babies made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diapers and crumbs and sucking their thumbs; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what little babies are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are little boys made of, made of?                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are little boys made of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what little boys are made of.                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are little girls made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are little girls made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sugar and spice and everything nice; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what little girls are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are young men made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are young men made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sighs and leers and crocodile tears; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what young men are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are young women made of, made of?                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are young women made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rings and jings and other fine things;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what young women are made of.                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our sailors made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our sailors made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pitch and tar, pig-tail and scar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what our sailors are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our soldiers made of, made of?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our soldiers made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pipeclay and drill, the foeman to kill; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what our soldiers are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our nurses made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our nurses made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bushes and thorns and old cow's horns; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what our nurses are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our fathers made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our fathers made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pipes and smoke and collars choke; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what our fathers are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our mothers made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are our mothers made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what our mothers are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are old men made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are old men made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Slippers that flop and a bald-headed top; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what old men are made of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are old women made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are old women made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reels, and jeels, and old spinning wheels; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what old women are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are all folks made of, made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are all folks made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fighting a spot and loving a lot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what all folks are made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Robert Southey (1774-1843)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5787334816058621096-4105888672861185430?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4105888672861185430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4105888672861185430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4105888672861185430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4105888672861185430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-folks-are-made-of.html' title='WHAT FOLKS ARE MADE OF'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8970161656656769958</id><published>2010-06-05T05:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T06:05:18.899+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Re: something special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dear errr..what's your name again?,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there you go again, nice touch with those songs and personal stuffs..  we thought you finally got tired or hit by a bus or something.. good to know you're alive, dear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we're not gonna lie here, your emails did bug us at first..but now we simply see them as hilarious and quite entertaining.. it's amusing, really, to see how hard you're trying to piss us off.. your little evil mind must be getting a bit tired by now, no? we sincerely hope you haven't run out of ideas yet.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we'd like to thank you for sending us those "free entertainment", and basically for your existence , you know, give us something to laugh about since there's nothing good on tv these days.. your existence has also been a great reminder for us to be more grateful for everything we've got.. to be honest, we never truly realized before how lucky we are for having a healthy healthy healthy mind and emotions, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;unlike some people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, we think that's all we need to say to you.. looking forward to your next move, dear.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;warmest regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nisa+fatwa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps. oh by the way, we happen to know a really good shrink, like..a really good one! let us know if you need the number..you know, if somehow you ever get too depressed or have an urge to kill yourself or something like that..we'd be more than happy to help! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8970161656656769958?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8970161656656769958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8970161656656769958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8970161656656769958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8970161656656769958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-something-special.html' title='Re: something special'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5350663764649236493</id><published>2010-06-02T17:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:15:18.566+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie related'/><title type='text'>the moment of truth</title><content type='html'>"Daydream delusion&lt;br /&gt;Limousine eyelash&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, with your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Drop a tear in my wineglass&lt;br /&gt;Look at those big eyes&lt;br /&gt;See what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet cakes and milkshakes&lt;br /&gt;I am a delusion angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fantasy parade&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know what I think&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to guess anymore&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea where I came from&lt;br /&gt;We have no idea where we're going&lt;br /&gt;Lodged in life, like branches in the river&lt;br /&gt;Flowing downstream caught in the current&lt;br /&gt;I carry you, you'll carry me&lt;br /&gt;That's how it could be&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know me by now?"&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very beautiful poem from one of my all time favorite movies, Before Sunrise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my mobile device&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5350663764649236493?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5350663764649236493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5350663764649236493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5350663764649236493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5350663764649236493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-of-truth.html' title='the moment of truth'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1768338742213593997</id><published>2010-05-20T05:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:32:35.460+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>old and boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam ini, mendadak gw kepikiran hal-hal yg suka gw lakuin beberapa tahun yang lalu. Waktu ngelakuinnya dulu sih terasa biasa-biasa aja, bahkan sama sekali ga kebayang kalo suatu hari gw akan menengok ke belakang dan merindukan itu semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gw &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kangennn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nyetir malem2 muter-muter Bandung sendirian, tanpa tujuan dan sengaja nyasar-nyasar dan ujungnya justru bikin gw makin ngerti jalan. Ke Lembang pagi-pagi buta cuma buat minum yoghurt, atau tengah malem jalan kaki nyusruk2 di kebun tomat (lagi-lagi di Lembang) cuma biar dapet spot yg bagus buat ngeliatin bintang.. Main kembang api di lapangan Gasibu, bertingkah konyol seolah-olah ga punya beban.. Jemput temen gw di kost-nya jam 4 pagi cuma ngajakin minum kopi aceh sambil ngobrol2 ngalor-ngidul.. 'Kabur' dari rumah abis subuh ke Ancol, duduk di pinggir pantai, belum mandi, sendirian sambil makan kentang goreng dan ngeliatin orang2 jogging.. Nyetir dari airport menuju rumah dan somehow ended up di Taman Safari (ha!).. Dan masih banyak tindakan-tindakan sejenis yang dulu biasa gw lakuin.. Kangen kangen kangenn!!! Kangen itu semua! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The point is: &lt;b&gt;I miss being impulsive!&lt;/b&gt; When I look back at that time of my life, I remember how impulsive and spontaneous I used to be. Somehow I think I still am, deep deep down inside. Like it or not, as I grow older and gain more responsibilities, it gets harder and harder to be impulsive, to be reckless and do those spur-of-the-moment kind of things. Too many things and/or people to consider, too many priorities have got to come first, hence too many crazily impulsive "ideas" to put aside. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate the fact that now I'm just plain old and boring. Ack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sent from my mobile device&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1768338742213593997?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1768338742213593997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1768338742213593997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1768338742213593997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1768338742213593997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/those-kinda-things-i-miss.html' title='old and boring'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5988711139650296276</id><published>2010-05-15T02:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:16:32.226+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote of the day'/><title type='text'>menangislah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Sometimes in order to help He makes us cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happy the eye that sheds tears for His sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fortunate the heart that burns for His sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Laughter always follow tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Blessed are those who understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life blossoms wherever water flows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Where tears are shed divine mercy is shown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[Jalaluddin Rumi]&lt;/div&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/5787334816058621096-5988711139650296276?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5988711139650296276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5988711139650296276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5988711139650296276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5988711139650296276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/menangislah.html' title='menangislah!'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-445073730833348068</id><published>2010-05-07T02:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:21:29.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>question marks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S-hAaWJj9VI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8eXEAkOykCc/s1600/low+speed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S-hAaWJj9VI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8eXEAkOykCc/s320/low+speed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469692568807929170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you ever wonder if we make the moments in our lives or if the moments in our lives make us&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you could go back and change one thing about your life, would you&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And if you did, would that change make your life better&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Or would that change ultimately break your heart&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Or break the heart of another&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Or would you choose an entirely different path&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Or would you change just one thing, just one moment&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; One moment, that you've always wanted back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-445073730833348068?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/445073730833348068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=445073730833348068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/445073730833348068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/445073730833348068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/question-marks.html' title='question marks'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S-hAaWJj9VI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8eXEAkOykCc/s72-c/low+speed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5140879330905112456</id><published>2010-05-05T04:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T02:18:35.125+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>The Comet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The girl saw the comet and she felt as though her life had meaning. And when it went away, she waited her entire life for it to come back to her. It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to her life: direction, beauty, meaning. There are many who couldn't understand, and sometimes she walked among them. But even in her darkest hours, she knew in her heart that someday it would return to her, and her world would be whole again.. And her belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sent from my mobile device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5140879330905112456?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5140879330905112456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5140879330905112456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5140879330905112456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5140879330905112456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/comet.html' title='The Comet'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-306036162227140888</id><published>2010-04-29T23:32:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T03:27:15.474+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>kangen kamu.. :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S9nrMjGxsPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/E20SSIv5M_w/s1600/holdmetight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S9nrMjGxsPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/E20SSIv5M_w/s320/holdmetight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465658223605428466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wonder if this constant aching pain in my heart is ever gonna go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terribly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It hurts when I think. It hurts when I breathe. It hurts when I talk. It hurts when I cry. It hurts when I walk. It hurts when I'm surrounded by other people. It hurts when I laugh out loud. It hurts when I pretend to be all fine. It hurts when I try to sleep. It hurts when I wake up. It hurts  when I stand still. It hurts when I'm alone. It hurts when I write. It hurts when I keep silent. It hurts when I run. It hurts when I fake a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss him so much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't even care if this post makes me look like a stupid dramatic teenage girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-306036162227140888?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/306036162227140888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=306036162227140888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/306036162227140888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/306036162227140888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/kangen-kamu.html' title='kangen kamu.. :&apos;('/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S9nrMjGxsPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/E20SSIv5M_w/s72-c/holdmetight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-71881399515837270</id><published>2010-04-26T02:10:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:37:06.537+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>the same deep water as you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been re-watching early seasons of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; these past few weeks.. And there's this one episode in season 4 where Brooke broke up with Lucas for good.. I don't know why, but I find the lines rather heartfelt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BROOKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Listen, I know it’s been difficult for you lately, losing Keith and your heart condition and giving up basketball.. I feel like I’ve been keeping you close to me to try to protect you from those things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; like I’m hanging on to the two of us for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LUCAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I’m sorry I kissed Peyton.. I should’ve told you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BROOKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It’s not about that, Luke.. It’s not.. I thought that it was but this is not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; this is about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you, Lucas and I probably always will.. But we go days without having a meaningful conversation.. and I used to miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when that happened.. But it never seemed like you missed me and I guess because of it I stopped missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, look at today.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LUCAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (v.o) I guess I should’ve said something, anything, I mean, for a guy who wants to be a writer it suddenly seemed like no words had ever been written.. but when someone tells you they stopped missing you.. you’re pretty much screwed no matter what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BROOKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"There was an accident and you..called me afterwards.. But making a mix with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? Sharing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;with Peyton.. It shouldn’t be, should it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BROOKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"..shouldn’t be like this, Luke."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LUCAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Brooke.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BROOKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I’m sorry.. I can’t do this anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LUCAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (v.o) See but there had to be something, right? Something that no one had ever said in the history of the world.. something that could change this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LUCAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "Brooke.. I’m sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BROOKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, me, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa.. It breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5787334816058621096-71881399515837270?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/71881399515837270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=71881399515837270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/71881399515837270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/71881399515837270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/same-deep-water-as-you.html' title='the same deep water as you'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8775333591110340179</id><published>2010-04-24T04:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T04:18:42.911+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYVeUTtZUUs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYVeUTtZUUs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It's the biggest storm in years they say.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take a plane so I hopped a train&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to stay, in a stormy winters day&lt;br /&gt;so I'll come back to you someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the states rolled by&lt;br /&gt;its all so clear&lt;br /&gt;I'm everywhere but never right here&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same&lt;br /&gt;constant change.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll come back to you someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close so far&lt;br /&gt;so long the world&lt;br /&gt;spin me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive all night just to see your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;Even if only for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to you someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak the truth its all i know&lt;br /&gt;As your tears fall to the snow&lt;br /&gt;and we both know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;That tonight I can't say that I'll come back to you someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8775333591110340179?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8775333591110340179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8775333591110340179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8775333591110340179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8775333591110340179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2575307081627597292</id><published>2010-04-22T03:23:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:10:19.334+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Aku adalah perempuan yang menghitamkan pelangi, yang merubah sayap cantik kupu-kupu menjadi seonggok debu. Menghancurkan semua yang pernah kusentuh, meluruh bersama guyuran hujan. Aku adalah dosa yang membayangi kemana kaki melangkah. Menyesakkan setiap milimeter ruang dalam paru-paru yang berusaha menghirup udara. Adakah aku layak bertahan dalam hidup, yang bukan milikku, yang bukan untukku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah singgah masa dimana aku merasa merajai dunia. Melihat semua warna-warni yang pernah dibuat Sang Maha Pencipta. Meraba seluruh permukaan halus sempurna yang terpahat pada setiap sudut waktu. Ketika itu aku merasa bumi terlalu sederhana untuk dipijak. Gravitasi tidak lagi menarik hatiku karena ia dapat mengepakkan sayap nya terbang bebas, kapan saja ia mau, kemanapun ia suka. Mengapa harus memaksa kaki melangkah jika hanya dengan satu jentikan jemari aku dapat melayang ringan, menjelajahi ruang dan waktu. Mengapa harus menahan senyum saat aku bisa tertawa, terbahak-bahak memamerkan keceriaan. Mengapa harus memejamkan mata saat aku dapat terjaga memandang hamparan keindahan yang terbentang luas, tanpa batas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Namun sungguh kesempurnaan bukan lah sesuatu yang sempurna karena ia tak dapat tergenggam selamanya. Bukan berupa gumpalan zat padat yang dapat kudekap erat dekat dengan debaran jantungku. Bukan pula cairan yang dapat kuteguk untuk selamanya mengalir dalam darah. Ia bahkan lebih ringan dari udara. Tak terlihat. Tak tergenggam. Hanya terhirup sesaat untuk kemudian terhembus pergi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aku telah merasakan remuk redam. Menjadi serpihan tipis yang melayang tak tertangkap oleh  sepasang mata manapun. Dunia tempat kaki ini biasa berpijak seketika meluruh ke kedalaman tanpa dasar. Menyisakan lubang hitam menganga tanpa sejentik pun cahaya. Dan aku, sang serpihan tak berbentuk, terus saja melayang-layang di dalamnya. Semakin dalam. Semakin gelap. Semakin aku melawan naik, semakin jauh aku terhisap ke dalamnya. Maka kupasrahkan diriku tanpa daya. Aku berdamai dengan gelap. Aku bersahabat dengan sunyi. Dan aku meratap bersama ia yang lebih pekat dari hitam, lebih legam dari mala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m. Ia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lah sang duka.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sang duka mengajarkanku menangis, dan ia memperkenalkan aku pada air mata. Sungguh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;janggal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; bagiku merasakan butir-butirnya meleleh dari sudut mata, menjalari pipi, dan kemudian meninggalkan kecupan di bibirku. Kecupan yang sesekali masih terasa, meski masa datang silih berganti.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish I could just erase all of those dark and painful memories. If only I could just drop them, leave them behind and never look back. But that's the thing about memories, they stay with you for as long as you live. Just like a glimpse of the beautiful ones can still make you giggle or smile goonily, a flash of the painful ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2575307081627597292?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2575307081627597292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2575307081627597292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2575307081627597292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2575307081627597292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4094426155968552947</id><published>2010-04-19T03:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:22:45.784+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>at the risk of being cheesy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sent from my mobile device&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-4094426155968552947?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4094426155968552947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4094426155968552947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4094426155968552947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4094426155968552947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-matter-how-cheesy-it-sounds.html' title='at the risk of being cheesy..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5153349972730432962</id><published>2010-04-16T03:46:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T04:53:22.292+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>bold what applies to you, or so I was told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You like showers better than bubble baths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You cannot stand pop music. You have a sister. You are an only child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have black hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You have blonde hair. You have red hair. You have glasses. You wear contacts. You like TV more than movies. You don’t talk on the phone often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You like to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You like emo music. You are tall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You are average height. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have long hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have medium length hair. You have short hair. You use AIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You use Yahoo IM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You have more than 3 pets. You like sushi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You are on a diet. You are currently on the second floor of your house. You have a small room. You are in high school. You have 1 little brother. You have an older brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are allergic to something. You have a boyfriend/girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have a current crush. You have many crushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You have been kissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have kissed another girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You laugh a lot. You have lots of friends. You are lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are depressed. You are listening to music. You are doing homework. You have school tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You hate your teacher. You think your teacher is OK. There is drama in your school, constantly. You are wearing sweat pants. You are wearing socks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are wearing a T-shirt. You have lost a loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You hate your school. You loved your school. You have been picked on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have been yelled at. You have gotten in a fight. You have said a bad word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You shop at Abercrombie and Fitch. You play basketball. You play softball. You play baseball. You play soccer. You play football. You hate sports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You get manicures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You shop at Pac Sun. You go to the mall a lot. You are close with your family. You never fight with your parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have been grounded. You have driven a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You are listening to your iPod. You are watching TV.You are watching a movie. You are listening to the radio. You are singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are happy. You are sad. You are blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are anxious. You are about to go somewhere. You haven’t been out of your house for over 3 days. Someone besides you is in the same room with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You love your natural hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You hate your eye color. You wish you were never been born. You write your own songs. You write books. You hate to write. You hate your hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You love your hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You are smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You are dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You get good grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You enjoy having people at your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You love going to the movies with a lot of people. You like to go bowling with your friends. You have ice-skated before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You like popsicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You think Vanilla is better than Chocolate.&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/5787334816058621096-5153349972730432962?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5153349972730432962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5153349972730432962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5153349972730432962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5153349972730432962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/bold-what-applies-to-you-or-so-i-was.html' title='bold what applies to you, or so I was told'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-248572531572809109</id><published>2010-04-15T22:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T03:58:47.904+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>i don't share.......you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Saya tidak akan membagi kamu. Tidak dengan dia, atau dia-dia lainnya. Yang saya tahu kamu milik saya, utuh. Tanpa ragu saya akan menyentil, menepis jari-jari itu, yang ingin mencuil-cuil kamu. Satu serpihan kecil pun saya tak rela membagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kamu hanya untuk saya. Cuma saya. Bilang sama mereka percuma mencoba-coba. Mungkin kalau nanti kesabaran ini sudah di ujung tanduk, saya terpaksa menempelkan karton putih bertuliskan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PRIVATE BELONGING OF NISA ALATTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;engan spidol merah tebal, huruf kapital. Atau mungkin dengan Bahasa Indonesia saja, kalau-kalau ada yang perlu buka kamus untuk cari tahu artinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ih, biar saja mereka iri dengki. Siapa suruh mata-mata jelalatan itu dipakai untuk memelototi kamu. Dengan kerongkongan turun naik menelan liur. Biar saja mereka gigit daun pintu melihat kita bersama. Biar sampai habis mereka gerogoti. Biar saja kuku-kuku tajam mereka mencakar menggaruk-garuk aspal. Saya tidak peduli. Dan kamu..ah, terlebih-lebih kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S8dhqg_vCBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L8y1iv1OE1w/s1600/recipe_188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S8dhqg_vCBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L8y1iv1OE1w/s320/recipe_188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460440456249673746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mungkin tampang saya kurang seram dan perawakan saya kurang sangar, ya? Masih saja ada yang nekat coba-coba mengganggu kamu. Mencoba mencuri kamu dari saya dengan liciknya. Sebaiknya pemilik tangan-tangan jahil itu berhati-hati, kebetulan di rumah saya banyak nyamuk menjelang musim kemarau begini. Apa hubungannya? Tentu saja raket listrik nyamuk selalu siap dalam genggaman. Walaupun pukulan backhand dan forehand saya tidak ada apa-apanya dibanding atlet tennis profesional, tapi dijamin akan cukup menyakitkan. Ditambah sengatan listriknya tentu saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sudahlah. Menyerahlah mumpung belum kehilangan muka. Mau usaha seperti apapun tidak akan ada gunanya. Tidak ada yang bisa memiliki kamu selain saya. Hanya saya. Dan saya tidak suka, dan tidak mau berbagi. Mengerti? &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/5787334816058621096-248572531572809109?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/248572531572809109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=248572531572809109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/248572531572809109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/248572531572809109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-sharefood.html' title='i don&apos;t share.......you.'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S8dhqg_vCBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L8y1iv1OE1w/s72-c/recipe_188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4217091677622273458</id><published>2010-04-13T23:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T03:59:24.898+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>!!!$$###!!^##!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S8Ss4E0-NfI/AAAAAAAAAII/raVdTGyBZtk/s1600/fight_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S8Ss4E0-NfI/AAAAAAAAAII/raVdTGyBZtk/s320/fight_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459678727648458226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Have you ever woken up in the morning, all pissed off, wanted to bitch-slap and beat the crap out of someone for something they did in your dream??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Haha. I have. One too many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(5, 0, 5); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That sort of situation is usually followed by the shame of being stupid. *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&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/5787334816058621096-4217091677622273458?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4217091677622273458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4217091677622273458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4217091677622273458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4217091677622273458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='!!!$$###!!^##!'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S8Ss4E0-NfI/AAAAAAAAAII/raVdTGyBZtk/s72-c/fight_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-7926718785957175034</id><published>2010-04-10T00:38:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T04:00:17.159+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>(those aren't) Happy Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Banyak sekali berita bahagia yang dateng dari teman-teman dekat gw belakangan ini, sahabat-sahabat gw. Percaya deh, gw bersyukur dan bener-bener bahagia buat kalian. Saat gw senyum dan bilang "Selamat yaaa!!!", itu bukan cuma di bibir aja. InsyaAllah gw tulus, dari dasar hati terdalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tapi tolong maafin gw, kalo begitu gw selesai bales messages kalian, atau tutup telepon kalian, gw mulai ngerasain rasa sakit yang menyesakkan di dada gw. Dan tanpa bisa gw cegah, air mata itu udah mengalir dari mata gw. Gw pengen banget bilang itu air mata bahagia. Gw pengen banget bisa bilang gitu. But I guess that would be a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gw tau semua udah ada jalannya masing-masing. Gw tau kebahagiaan dan keberhasilan kita gak bisa diukur dengan apa yang dicapai dan dilakukan orang lain. Selama hampir 25 taun gw hidup di dunia ini, rasa-rasanya gw hampir ga pernah berusaha buat meraih sesuatu cuma karena ngeliat orang lain bisa ngedapetin itu. Kalo gw berusaha keras untuk ngeraih atau ngedapetin sesuatu, biasanya karena gw emang pengen, bukan karena si A bisa begini, atau si B bisa begitu. Gw percaya setiap orang punya impian dan harapan yang berbeda-beda untuk dikejar dalam hidupnya. I'm not a competitive person, I believe those who know me will agree on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tapi ini, kebahagian yang lagi menyebar merajalela di temen-temen gw akhir-akhir ini, mimpi-mimpi mereka yang lagi jadi kenyataan itu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;itu mimpi gw juga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Itu kebahagiaan yang mati-matian gw kejar, yang setiap malam menghantui tidur gw, dan setiap saat gw minta di dalam doa-doa gw. It feels so close, yet far away at the same time. Dan meskipun gw tau semua itu udah ada waktunya masing-masing, gw ga bisa berhenti ngebatin kapan giliran gw dateng. Kapan kebahagiaan itu bisa gw rasain. Dan itulah penyebab air mata itu menetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Rasanya menyakitkan. Ya, menyakitkan ketika gw ngerasa orang lain kok jalannya lurus-lurus aja, gampang-gampang aja untuk dapetin kebahagiaan itu. Sementara gw, dan dia, masih harus ngelewatin rintangan yang maha dahsyat sampai entah kapan. Tentunya bodoh banget buat gw mikir kayak gitu, setiap orang pasti punya permasalahan dan cobaannya masing2 yang gw belum tentu tau, kan. Apa yang keliatan di permukaan belum tentu yang sebenarnya, dan ga ada yang bener-bener tau kecuali ya mereka sendiri yang ngejalanin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sabar dan ikhlas, rumus paling klise, paling susah, sekaligus paling bener buat semuanya. Ga ada yang namanya kebetulan. Semua hal yang terjadi dalam hidup kita pasti ada alesannya, dan pasti ada hikmahnya. Walaupun sabar dan ikhlas kadang-kadang bisa jadi susaaaaaahhh banget, tapi setidaknya gw terus mencoba untuk itu. Ga ada cobaan yang ga bisa diatasin, ga ada ujian yang ga bisa dilewatin. Dengan penantian dan perjuangan maha dahsyat yang harus gw, dan dia, lewatin ini, kebayang dooonggg gimana extra nya kebahagiaannya nanti!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wooohoooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; (Hehehe.. usaha menghibur diri sendiri..=p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, bukan berarti gw udah ga 'tertohok' kalo denger berita-berta bahagia itu lagi, sih. Occasional tears might still fall. Hehehe.. Tapi gw berusaha banget buat sabar dan ikhlas dengan keadaan gw saat ini. Meminjam kalimat sahabat gw yang luar biasa, gw berusaha sabar dan berusaha mengerti cara Tuhan mencintai gw.  =)&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/5787334816058621096-7926718785957175034?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7926718785957175034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=7926718785957175034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7926718785957175034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7926718785957175034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/those-arent-happy-tears.html' title='(those aren&apos;t) Happy Tears'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-935756410202487726</id><published>2010-04-03T00:53:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T04:01:23.277+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Easy.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by. Fatwa Firdaus Abdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's a long way back to the beginning developing of romancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;conversation on occasional stimulation not knowing our direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh who were we then to have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ain't nothing but a head with mind of own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh why didn't we care 'bout difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we simply had our love as tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we've had distance and time difference as a constant separation but we never need no assistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;though our hands are not together they are ready to discover every corner of our future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but why are they here to bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they said heaven told us to find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but no it won't stop us from lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as every dreams i've had we're always on the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love is nothing but two souls won't mind their tolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love is easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love is nothing but two spirits meant to fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love is easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we live in hybrid era from the nano to the tera and a supraficial opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we've got flights supersonic and we drink gin and tonic in a diverse hegemonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but why two hearts can't be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for an innocence of having to differ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but no it won't stop us from lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we know these hearts aren't made to blow a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He wrote me this song. I really don't have anything left to say.. *teary-eyed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-935756410202487726?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/935756410202487726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=935756410202487726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/935756410202487726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/935756410202487726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/easy.html' title='Easy.. =)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-3895906044402090574</id><published>2010-03-26T14:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:16:04.932+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Demi waktu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;Demi waktu,&lt;br /&gt;waktu yang membawa kita terdiam, berjalan, berlari dan terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;Dan berjalan bersama&lt;br /&gt;Dan terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;Dan berlari lagi&lt;br /&gt;Hanya saja saat kau berlari menantang pusaran waktu&lt;br /&gt;Aku memilih untuk diam terhisap ke dalamnya&lt;br /&gt;Sudah&lt;br /&gt;Sudah habis waktu bagi kita&lt;br /&gt;Sudah&lt;br /&gt;Aku pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi waktu,&lt;br /&gt;waktu yang menjadikanmu begitu lelah&lt;br /&gt;Mengeraskan urat nadi&lt;br /&gt;Melawan putarannya&lt;br /&gt;Hingga sebelum kau sadar, kau akan&lt;br /&gt;kehilangan segala yang nyata&lt;br /&gt;Berpasrahlah padanya&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada hari yang mengajakmu serta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sini saja aku diam&lt;br /&gt;Dari sini aku diam dan berjalan bersamaan&lt;br /&gt;Dan berlari saat harus berlari&lt;br /&gt;Dari sini saja aku diam&lt;br /&gt;Karena waktu berjalan&lt;br /&gt;Bukan berputar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-3895906044402090574?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3895906044402090574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=3895906044402090574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3895906044402090574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3895906044402090574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/demi-waktu.html' title='Demi waktu'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-3751737270493575942</id><published>2009-06-08T03:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:57:43.013+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Kedondong instead of Kepompong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Persahabatan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bagai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEDONDONG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kadang2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;manis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;kadang2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;asem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kadang2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nyucuk&lt;/span&gt;.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouchh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-3751737270493575942?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3751737270493575942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=3751737270493575942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3751737270493575942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3751737270493575942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/kedondong-instead-of-kepompong.html' title='Kedondong instead of Kepompong'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8470529888559816064</id><published>2009-04-18T13:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:31:20.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>ketika Bokap gw kelilipan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh, hari ini hari Sabtu, kan?? Hari penuh kebebasan buat gw.. Huhuhu.. Bebas ga mandi seharian (tapi sore2 biasanya 'terpaksa' mandi krn mau pergi..=p).. Bebas leyeh2 di kamar sambil ntn dvd/baca buku.. Bebas main sama peliharaan2 gw.. Dan yang paling penting, bebas balas dendam bangun siang bolong.. That's what I love the most about weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya hari Sabtu ini berbeda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi2 tadi, dikala gw sedang asik2nya berkelana di dunia mimpi.. Tiba2 gw kebangun gara2 di luar kamar gw berisik banget.. Suara Bokap gw bernada heboh ga tau ngomong sama siapa.. Nyokap gw nimpalin dikit2.. Duuuuhh.. Ada apa sih ini berisik bangettt.. Tutup kuping pake bantal, coba merem lagi.. Tiba2.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nisaaaaaaaaa.. Nisaaaaaaa.. Sini, Nis!!!"&lt;/span&gt;, suara Bokap memanggil. Pengen pura2 ga denger sih tapi ntar dosa.. huehehe =p Bangun lah dari tempat tidur, kucek2 mata, buka pintu kamar, dengan mata kriyep2 nyamperin Bokap yang lagi duduk di sofa sama Nyokap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Iyaa.. kenapaa..?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Suara bantal mode : on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ini sini coba liatin nih di mata Aba' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(panggilan buat bokap_red)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ada apaan?? Kayak kelilipan kemasukan apa nihh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Hmmmhh..  Iyaaa"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Masih setengah merem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyokap: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gak tau tuh, tadi sih udah mama liatin ga ada apa2, Singgih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(karyawan bokap) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juga udah disuruh liatin kayaknya ga ada apa2 deh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasudah coba lah gw mengangkat2 kelopak mata kanan bokap mencari harta karun.. Huehehe... Ga ada apa2 sih, at least sepenglihatan mata gw yang jelas2 bukan dokter, apalagi dokter mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Gak ada apa2, kok.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ah gak mungkin, coba liat lagi yang bener!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laahh.. Gimana ini..  Yaudah coba liat lagi.. Kali ini di teras belakang biar lebih terang di bawah sinar matahari.. Tetep gw ga liat apa2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ga adaaa.. Coba dicuci aja pake cairan pembersih mata.. Biar kotorannya keluar.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Oh gitu yaa.. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung heboh nyuruh Singgih buat ke apotek beli cairan pembersih mata.. Panik kayak mau diserang pasukan sekutu yang diboncengi oleh NICA..  (ok ga nyambung, tiba2 gw inget pelajaran sejarah SD =p) Sementara itu gw bersiap balik ke kamar ngelanjutin tidur.. Ehhh.. Bokap gw berisiiiiikkk bangeettt.. Mondar-mandir ke seluruh penjuru rumah sambil ngedumel2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "ini gak mungkin nih kalo ga ada apa2.. pasti kemasukan sesuatu.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyokap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "iyaaa..makanya udah tunggu aja cairan pembersih matanya.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "iyaaa.."&lt;/span&gt; Mengangguk2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"coba kamu liat lagi, Nis.. Coba disapu dalem kelopaknya pake cotton bud.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nyodorin cotton bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He??? pake cotton bud???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Iya udah cepetan diusapin gitu ke dalemnya, nanti kan kotorannya keangkat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dengan nada gak sabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw (dalem hati): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Buseettttt.. ngeri amaaatttt.."&lt;/span&gt; *menelan ludah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "ga mau ahh, serem.. ntar malah kenapa2.. cotton bud kan ga steril.. lagian nanti malah luka.. udah tunggu Singgih aja bawa pembersih mata.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ini gak papa sini pake cotton bud!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "ga ahh ga mau sereem.. " &lt;/span&gt;Terus duduk di sofa samping nyokap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw (bisik2) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ih, Aba' rewel banget sih klo sakit dikit aja.. hebohh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyokap (bisik2):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Iya tuh emang.. Lebay.. Ngalah2in anak kecil ajaa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kami berdua cekikikan..=p Sementara itu bokap masih panik mondar mandir sambil ngomel2 tentang matanya.. Kali ini sambil ngoceh2 kenapa si Singgih lama banget ga dateng2, padahal mah perginya juga baruuuu aja. Buset deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya bokap gw ga sabar nunggu Singgih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "ayo anterin Aba' ke dokter mata!! Buruan!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Yaudah ayo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Langsung ke kamar mandi, cuci muka, gosok gigi, boro2 mandi..bisa2 kamar mandi gw di bom sama bokap gara2 dia ga sabar.. huehehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung cabcusss ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jakarta Timur Eye Center&lt;/span&gt; di deket rumah gw.. Sepanjang jalan yang paling cuma brapa menit aja tuh baweeeel bgt bokap gw. Uring2an gitu. Pas nyampe parkiran RS nya penuh bgt, bokap ngomel2 lagi. Akhirnya dia turun duluan sementara gw cari parkir (yg mana akhirnya gw kena omel lagi krn katanya parkirnya kejauhan.. duhh.. nasiiibb nasiiibb.. emang RS nya punya gw apa gw boleh parkir seenaknya!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Hasil dari ke dokter itu adalah mata bokap gw kemasukan kotoran doang, jadi cuman dibersihin aja n dikasih obat tetes mata gitu.. See, biasa aja kannn?? Padahal doi hebohnya udah kayak kebakaran jenggot.. Ckckckckck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari RS, pulang ke rumah lewat jalan tikus biar lebih cepet, emang sih banyak polisi tidurnya.. Tp gw juga nyetir pelan2 aja gak begajulan.. Tiba2 kena lagi gw ama bokap yg lg rewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bokap :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "ah, cuma sebentar aja disetirin kamu Aba' udah mual gini.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; *SIGH*&lt;/span&gt; Dalem hati, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"buseeettt.. kena lagiiiii.. perasaan dari sekian banyak nya orang yg gw setirin lwt jalan ini baik2 ajaaa.. sabaaarr.. sabaaaarr... he's in a crappy mood.. fiuhh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe rumah bokap lgsg msk kamar terus tidur, capek kali ngomel2 dari pagi.. Huehehhe.. =p Nyokap langsung nyamperin gw dan berkasak-kusuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyokap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "sakit apa kata dokter mata nya??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "cuma kemasukan kotoran doang.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyokap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "tuh kannn.. gitu aja hebohnyaaaaa.."  &lt;/span&gt;Geleng2 kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahhh..rusak sudah kenikmatan tidur gw di sabtu pagi yang cerah gara2 bokap yang klo sakit dikiiiiiit aja hebohnya ampun2an.. Siapa yang nyangka kan klo liat sosok bokap gw yang badannya gede, tampak berwibawa (cenderung serem kadang2.. =p hehehe).. Ternyata mata kelilipan doang rewelnya kayak anak kecil.. Huhuhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8470529888559816064?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8470529888559816064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8470529888559816064&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8470529888559816064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8470529888559816064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ketika-bokap-gw-kelilipan.html' title='ketika Bokap gw kelilipan..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8422734012116442157</id><published>2009-04-09T10:47:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:42:00.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special events'/><title type='text'>as blue as my fingertip.. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Turns out I'm not THAT much of an apathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I VOTED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Election Paper : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for the one I had voted on the previous election..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Election Paper :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for one of the "newbies".. For the teeny tiny part of me that somehow is curious of what all the fusses are really about..  I hope I won't have to regret it in the future.. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd Election Paper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for the one my Dad actually had told me to.. Hahaha.. Since I got no idea at all.. So I figured, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yeah, why not.. spare me  the trouble anyway" &lt;/span&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th Election paper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for my cat, Nonie, to be queen.. Haha.. Ok, there's no such thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.. I voted.. And PRAY HARD.. For this so-called-chaotic country to get better, somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if that's too much to ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least for it to not get any worse&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Anywaaaays, can someone tell me how to get rid of this blue ink on my little finger??? It goes against my beliefs...in coolness.. hahahaha.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8422734012116442157?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8422734012116442157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8422734012116442157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8422734012116442157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8422734012116442157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-as-blue-as-my-fingertip.html' title='as blue as my fingertip.. ;)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5560895568517725387</id><published>2009-04-07T02:23:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:55:50.061+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie related'/><title type='text'>Love In The Time of Cholera - A Major Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, gw bener2 bertanya-tanya.. Bagaimana sebuah film yang diadaptasi dari novel terkenal karangan penulis peraih Nobel, bisa jadi sangat sangat sangat mengecewakan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdpqE-ZtE6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f3llfg8y8n0/s1600-h/Love_in_the_Time_of_Cholera-DVD_Contest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdpqE-ZtE6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f3llfg8y8n0/s320/Love_in_the_Time_of_Cholera-DVD_Contest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321682543394493346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silakan sebut gw basi, tapi gw baru aja nonton film Love in The Time of Cholera yang diadaptasi dari novel berjudul sama hasil karya penulis Columbia peraih hadiah Nobel, Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Novelnya sih gw lumayan suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya novel ini bercerita tentang seorang pemuda (Florentino) yang jatuh cinta sama seorang gadis (Fermina) dari kelas sosial yang jauh di atasnya, dan karena 'beda kasta' itu lah cinta mereka ditentang ayah sang gadis yang akhirnya memilih menikahkan anaknya dengan seorang dokter tampan (Dr. Urbino) yang lebih 'sederajat' dengan keluarga mereka. Florentino yang tetap nggak bisa melupakan cintanya terhadap Fermina memilih 'mengobati' sakit hatinya dengan berpetualang dari satu wanita ke wanita lain (sampai ratusan wanita!) sambil  menunggu berharap suatu saat suami Fermina akan meninggal dunia dan dia bisa mendapatkan cintanya itu. Dan finally, setelah 53 tahun, 7 bulan, dan 7 hari dalam penantian, Dr. Urbino, suami Fermina (yang udah jd nenek2 =p) meninggal, dan Florentino dan Fermina akhirnya bisa bersama2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic ya? Hehe. Emang. Sinting? Tentunya. Tapi dengan rangkaian kata2nya Marquez dan caranya membangun cerita,  gw harus mengakui walaupun pathetic dan sinting tapi cerita ini sangat2 romantis.. How long would you wait for love kali yaaa intinya.. Desperately romantic lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi begitu di adaptasi jadi film.. Wow.. It's almost laughable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama, kelihatan bahwa film ini berusaha banget untuk jadi seperti aslinya, termasuk ke urut-urutan ceritanya dan gaya hiperbola ala Marquez. Menurut gw ini blunder banget, karena gaya bahasa novel jelas ga sama dengan film..  Dan tugas film lah buat memvisualisasikan kata2 yang ada di novel kan, bukan justru terus menerus mengutip kata2 di novel untuk membangun cerita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, gw tau meringkas alur cerita selama setengah abad dari hampir 350 halaman novel menjadi sekitar 2 jam saja bukan perkara gampang, tapi karena film ini dibuat sangat 'patuh' terhadap alur ceritanya, jadi terkesan kayak nonton ringkasan cerita doang.. Emosi penonton gak kebangun sama sekali.. Seperti dipaksa untuk sedih, terharu, dll, tapi gak ada landasan yang kuat buat merasa seperti itu.. (Reaksi gw saat tokohnya nangis atau sedih adalah "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He??? Lebaaayyy.." &lt;/span&gt;Huehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga, akting pemain-pemain utamanya ga ok.. Terlebih Javier Bardem, aktor Spanyol yang memerankan tokoh Florentino Ariza.. Duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keempat, lousy make ups!!! Sumpah yaaa make up tokoh2nya ketika mereka bertambah tua itu jelekkkk bangetttt.. Berasa nonton sinetron-sinetron dalam negeri yang suka maksain pemain muda jadi kakek2 atau nenek2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal sutradaranya (seharusnya) cukup ok lho, Mike Newell, British Director yang menggarap beberapa film di antaranya Four Weddings And A Funeral, Mona Lisa Smile, Donnie Brasco, dan Harry Potter And The Goblet of Fire. Bahkan skenario adaptasinya digarap sama Ronald Harwood, yang pernah meraih Oscar untuk skenario The Pianist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa oh kenapa filmnya jadi jelek beginiiii..?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu2nya yang lumayan di film ini menurut gw adalah soundtracknya.. Hehehehe.. Coba dengerin Despedia yang dinyanyiin sama Shakira &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yAhjxph/music/Xmcc_OBQ/shakira-despedida/"&gt;di sini&lt;/a&gt;. Terbukti lagu ini masuk nominasi Best Original Song - Motion Picture di Golden Globe 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah.. cape juga ngoceh2 tentang betapa mengecewakannya film ini buat gw.. Semua ini murni pendapat gw aja loh.. Kalo ada yang setuju atau ga setuju ya silakan aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5560895568517725387?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5560895568517725387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5560895568517725387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5560895568517725387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5560895568517725387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-in-time-of-cholera-major.html' title='Love In The Time of Cholera - A Major Disappointment'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdpqE-ZtE6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f3llfg8y8n0/s72-c/Love_in_the_Time_of_Cholera-DVD_Contest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5123156097505214243</id><published>2009-04-05T20:07:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:54:12.791+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie related'/><title type='text'>The boy who jumped into a cathole.. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I watched Slumdog Millionaire for the 2nd time with my mom (this time on dvd), and still found the movie's simply mind blowing.. The story is genius! But  no, I'm not gonna talk about the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about Ayush Mahesh Khedekar, the Indian child actor who played youngest Jamal Malik.. He's soooo cuteeee.. Last night, once again, I fell in love with this little guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can anyone not fall in love with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/Sdi0PYydR4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/K0I3ucpyEHw/s1600-h/little+jamal+malik+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/Sdi0PYydR4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/K0I3ucpyEHw/s320/little+jamal+malik+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321201136183363458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire owes some of its big success to this innocent lil' face!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyABujklI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7Yd3uuhLifc/s1600-h/little+jamal+malik+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyABujklI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7Yd3uuhLifc/s320/little+jamal+malik+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321198673271689810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oww.. look at him.. He's sooo adorable, isn't he??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyAQ4QM4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/VlkPOxrpUPA/s1600-h/little+jamal+malik+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyAQ4QM4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/VlkPOxrpUPA/s320/little+jamal+malik+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321198677338895234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With Rubiana Ali, who played youngest Latika, attending the 81st Oscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyAWhQb2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hgSvWhYn5oY/s1600-h/little+jamal+malik+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyAWhQb2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hgSvWhYn5oY/s320/little+jamal+malik+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321198678853054306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He's just too cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyAVErVwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dVjKO91Ru-0/s1600-h/little+jamal+malik+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SdiyAVErVwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dVjKO91Ru-0/s320/little+jamal+malik+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321198678464747266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even when he's all covered with shit..*  LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oww, Mammaaa.. Can we please go to the store and buy a lil brother for meeee.. I WANT ONE!!! I want one that's just like him, please!!! LOL.. Not that I don't have little brother.. In fact, I have two.. But they're not cute and sure as hell are NOT little anymore.. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*) I found out later that the 'shit' was actually made of chocolate and peanut butter.. So I bet the little man had a lot of fun doing that scene.. Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5123156097505214243?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5123156097505214243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5123156097505214243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5123156097505214243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5123156097505214243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-who-jumped-into-huge-pile-of-shit.html' title='The boy who jumped into a cathole.. =D'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/Sdi0PYydR4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/K0I3ucpyEHw/s72-c/little+jamal+malik+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5242886871075837003</id><published>2009-04-03T00:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:23:17.276+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote of the day'/><title type='text'>faith..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Karen Roe (One Tree Hill) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/5787334816058621096-5242886871075837003?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5242886871075837003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5242886871075837003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5242886871075837003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5242886871075837003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/faith.html' title='faith..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1546757023443054959</id><published>2009-04-01T01:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:57:05.476+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>¡uʍop ǝpısdn s,ʇı ˙˙sssddoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; ˙˙ɹǝʇɐן noʎ ǝǝs ¡ʍou pǝq oʇ ɟɟo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; d= ˙˙ʇı dןǝɥ ʇ,uɐɔ ˙˙sʎnƃ ʎɹɹos ˙˙ɐɥ ¡(puǝıɹɟʎoq puɐ) puǝıɹɟ ʎɯ oʇ sןıɐɯǝ uʍop ǝpısdn ʇuǝs ʎןןɐnʇɔɐ ı ˙˙ןoן ˙˙ʍou ,ɹǝʌǝɟ ʇxǝʇ uʍop ǝpısdn, uo ʎןןɐʇoʇ ɯ,ı ˙˙ɯɯɯɥ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ˙˙(ɹǝısɐǝ ɥɔnɯ sı sıɥʇ ʇnq ɹǝʌǝosʇɐɥʍ sǝpoɔ ןɯʇɥ ǝɥʇ ƃuıʎɟıpoɯ ʎq ʇı ǝʞɐɯ uɐɔ noʎ ʍouʞ ı ɥɐǝʎ) ˙˙ʎןʇuɐʇsuı ʇxǝʇ uʍop ǝpısdn sǝʞɐɯ ʇı ˙˙ןooɔ 2ʎןןɐǝɹ sı ʞuıɥʇ ı puɐ ʎɐpoʇ punoɟ ʇsnɾ ı ɥɔıɥʍ &lt;a href="http://www.sevenwires.com/play/UpsideDownLetters.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ʇnoqɐ ʍouʞ noʎ ʇǝן oʇ ʇuɐʍ ʇsnɾ ı ˙˙ʇsod ƃuoן ɐ ǝʇıɹʍ ɐuuoƃ ʇou ɯ,ı os (ʎןןɐnʇɔɐ 'ƃuıuɹoɯ sıɥʇ ɹo) ʍoɹɹoɯoʇ ʎןɹɐǝ ʎןןɐǝɹ dn ʇǝƃ ɐʇʇoƃ ı&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1546757023443054959?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1546757023443054959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1546757023443054959&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1546757023443054959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1546757023443054959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/uop-psdn-s-sssddoo.html' title='¡uʍop ǝpısdn s,ʇı ˙˙sssddoo'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-687141683963963956</id><published>2009-03-23T22:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:20:50.606+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think people think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planet earth'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour '09!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Earth Hour 2009!&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's that time of the year again, guys! After an extremely, extremely successful EH 08, we will once again be "hosting" Earth Hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;On   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March   28,   8:30pm&lt;/span&gt;   your   timezone, wherever you live on planet earth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simply   switch   off   your   lights   for   one   hour!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For   additional   information   click   here;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.voteearth2009.org/home/" target="_blank" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2318966938&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4a96db44134e718c6974e6c1b916b77a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt; http://www.voteearth2009.org/home/  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hope   you   will   participate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no doubt, the first Earth Hour was a good opportunity to draw attention to the need for energy efficiency.. But then somehow I think that the spread of Earth Hour derivative events have turned it into an excuse for people to feel good about suspending their bad consumption habits for an hour, then starting them up again..  :(  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, beside turning our lights off for an hour,  how about we also use Earth Hour as an opportunity to make a permanent change to our energy consumption habits. It's not gonna be easy.. But we can at least try.. Earth loves us sooo much, let's love it back a lil bit more..  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&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/5787334816058621096-687141683963963956?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/687141683963963956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=687141683963963956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/687141683963963956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/687141683963963956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009-its-that-time-of-year.html' title='Earth Hour &apos;09!!!'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8609170745210075086</id><published>2009-03-16T00:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:17:55.043+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>sekarang tolong jelaskan..</title><content type='html'>kenapa saya harus membagi gelisah jiwa saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada sejalin ikatan yang simpulnya mengurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pendar-pendar rasa yang terbawa angin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada kata-kata saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; tak dapat terlihat oleh matanya yang nyalang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panas nafas saya yang menderu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pun tak dapat menyentuh lembut kulitnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lantas kenapa saya harus terus meracau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melagukan risau, cita, dan perih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika risau saya tak tertangkap penglihatannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika cita saya luput dari genggamannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ketika perih saya tak tersentuh manis kecupnya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8609170745210075086?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8609170745210075086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8609170745210075086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8609170745210075086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8609170745210075086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/sekarang-tolong-jelaskan.html' title='sekarang tolong jelaskan..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2649653185970482906</id><published>2009-03-11T15:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:22:57.874+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Guy "Phrases" (Translated) *wink*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1. He says: "I'm pretty much single."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I have a girlfriend, but you're hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2. He says: "We should hang out sometime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm afraid you'll say no if I ask you out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3. He says: "I'm not looking for a relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I really just want to do you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4. He says: "Shall we split the check?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm not that into you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;5. He says: "Here's an idea: Why don't I just meet you at the restaurant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm not gonna pull out all the stops just yet, so I'm not picking you up at your place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;6. He says: "You're such a great friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I never want to date you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;7. He says: "How long was your last relationship?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Are you up for a fling or looking for something long-term?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;8. He says: "I'm still getting over a breakup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I plan to get over my breakup by dating lots of chicks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;9. He says: "I don't play games."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm a master at game playing, but I don't want you to play them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;10. He says: "I'll call you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I may or may not call you at some point between now and three months from now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;11. He says: "My ex is crazy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I screwed her over, and she got upset."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;12. He says: "I'm not good at relationships."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I don't think you're important enough for me to put in much effort."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;13. He says: "Let's not rush into things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm still deciding whether you're girlfriend material."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;14. He says: "Your friend is great!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "If I weren't seeing you, I would go for your friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;15. He says: "My family has been asking about you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "We are definitely a couple."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;16. He says: "My friends loved you when they met you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I think I may love you too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;17. He says: "He seems like a good friend of yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Was there ever a thing between you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;18. He says: "I'm sorry i haven't called."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm not sorry, but I don't want to deal wit your wrath."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;19. He says: "I've never been with someone like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "How did I manage to land you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;20. He says: "My mom is like that around new people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "My mom isn't a fan of yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;21. He says: "I'm not going to change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I don't have the balls to break up with you, so I'm going to force you to dump me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;22. He says: "Seems like a lot of your friends are starting to get married and have kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Uh-oh, you're going to start freaking out soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dude Behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;23. He says: "I thought I knew her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I was checking her out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;24. He says: "It's a guy thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "If I tell you, you'll think I'm an animal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;25. He says: "It's a long story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "It's a story that makes me look bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;26. He says: "I don't get why girls like him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm feeling insecure, so say something reassuring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;27. He says: "I was good on boys' night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Good is a relative term...but I didn't cheat on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;28. He says: "My friend is so whipped!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm a little hurt that my buddy is choosing a chick over me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Appearances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;29. He says: "You look hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Can we have sex later?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;30. He says: "Isn't that a little revealing for girls' night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I don't want guys hitting on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;31. He says: "Do I look okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I'm not going to change, so this better be okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;32. He says: "That's a new look."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "You look weird."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;33. He says: "I really like those shoes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I am in so much trouble. I'd better make nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Serious Discussions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;34. He says: "I just need some space."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I want out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;35. He says: "I didn't know it would upset you this much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I knew it would upset you a little, and that's why I didn't tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;36. He says: "Don't you think that's a little bit unreasonable?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "You're off your rocker, lady."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;37. He says: "Why are you being so emotional?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Why are you acting like a psycho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;38. He says: "Yeah, I guess you're right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I disagree, but more than anything, I want to end this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;39. He says: "It's not a big deal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "It's a big deal, but I'm hoping I can fool you into thinking it's not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;40. He says: "That's not what I meant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "That's totally what I meant, but now that I see you're mad, I wish I hadn't said it out loud."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;41. He says: "You're being such a girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I don't understand you at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;42. He says: "It's fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "It's not actually fine, but I'm in no mood to discuss it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;43. He says: "Can we talk about this later?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I never want to talk about this again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;44. He says (in bed): "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I love the sex that I have with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;45. He says: "I don't want the night to end. Want to hang out some more?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Let's cut to the chase. Am I getting lucky tonight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;46. He says: "How many guys have you been with?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Tell me I'm the best you've had."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;47. He says: "I don't masturbate all that often."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I masturbate more often than you wash your hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;48. He says: "I want to watch you touch yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I am having trouble figuring you out and need pointers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;49. He says: "Did you finish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "I hope you finished, because I finished and, boy, am I sleepy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;50. He says: "You've never done that before--where did you learn it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He means: "Have you been hooking up with other dudes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Taken from : Cosmopolitan Feb 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to admit, but I think most of them are trueeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. # 1, 6, 7, 15, 17, 18, 20, 25, 26, 27, 30, 31, 35, 36, 37, 39, 40, 41, 42..  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BEEN THERE..&lt;/span&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooops.. Wait.. #42.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;been there, DONE THAT,&lt;/span&gt; actually.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how bout you?? Any..umm.. 'experiences', maybe, Girls?? Boys.. defense?? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear them out.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2649653185970482906?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2649653185970482906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2649653185970482906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2649653185970482906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2649653185970482906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/guy-phrases-translated-wink.html' title='Guy &quot;Phrases&quot; (Translated) *wink*'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-6597271811561362258</id><published>2009-03-10T16:46:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:42:29.122+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>you know, it's almost like... .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost like you had it planned&lt;br /&gt;It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm about to screw you over big time"&lt;br /&gt;And what was I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in between you and hard place&lt;br /&gt;We won't talk about the hard place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;br /&gt;It left me half dead&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;It saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how you wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;It's like you played a joke on me&lt;br /&gt;And I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I cried for days&lt;br /&gt;But now that seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;br /&gt;To who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;br /&gt;It left me half dead&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;It saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I cried for days&lt;br /&gt;But now that seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;br /&gt;To who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;That's too much pain to store&lt;br /&gt;It left me half dead&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And boy, looking back I see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;It saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That life seems like light years away&lt;br /&gt;Light years away&lt;br /&gt;And that life seems like light years away&lt;br /&gt;Light years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Light Years Away - Mozella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is definitely no other song that can possibly describe it all as perfect as this one,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I HEART Mozella so so so so MUCH.. Her voice simply blows my mind!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-6597271811561362258?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6597271811561362258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=6597271811561362258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6597271811561362258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6597271811561362258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-its-almost-like.html' title='you know, it&apos;s almost like... .'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-6210730900607969540</id><published>2009-03-05T00:24:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:03:49.279+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>a thank you note ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/Sa7Bj2fWSNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Sod8u994YB4/s1600-h/bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/Sa7Bj2fWSNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Sod8u994YB4/s320/bf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393832382974162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuy, makasi yaaaaaaaa lo dateng ke Jakarta di saat yang sangat tepat.. Di saat gw sangat sangat sangat butuh lo.. Atau mungkin lebih tepatnya gw harus berterima kasih ke bos lo karena udah nugasin lo ke Jakarta di saat yang pas banget sahabatlo lagi 'ancur2an' di sini.. Hehehehe.. Ya ya ya gw tau lo dateng buat urusan kerja.. Ya ya ya.. gw tau lo dateng cuma dua hari doang.. (hiksss.. coba sampe Senin depaaan!!!)Tapi gw teramat sangat bersyukur bangeeetttttttt lo dateng.. Dan gw bisa ketemu lo.. Dan gw bisa 'numpahin' semuanya sama lo.. Dan as always, lo bisa buat gw senyum (bahkan ketawa), di tengah semua 'kekacauan' ini.. THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks big time that you live far far away..  I miss you a lottttt! Gw (dan nyokaplo.. dan oma lo.. hehe) berdoa gila2an biar lo bisa ditempatin di Jakarta lagi as soon as possible.. Amin amin amin aminnnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much, best friend!! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-6210730900607969540?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6210730900607969540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=6210730900607969540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6210730900607969540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6210730900607969540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-note.html' title='a thank you note ^^'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/Sa7Bj2fWSNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Sod8u994YB4/s72-c/bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2908435046769058109</id><published>2009-03-02T23:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:54:15.888+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think people think'/><title type='text'>Pick another song, Cupcake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lihatlah sebuah titik jauh di tengah laut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makin lama makin jelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bentuk rupanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itulah kapal api yang sedang berlayar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asapnya yang putih mengepul di udara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Kapal Api)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of my favorite songs as a kid.. Damn I'm getting more and more disturbed seeing children singing adult songs these days. The time will come, Kiddos, when you can sing any song about love (between a man and a woman), cheating, heartbreak, separation, you name it. Trust me, the time will eventually come.  Until then, can you please pick another song that's much more appropriate for your age, Sweeties?? Mommies, Daddies, Nannies, anyone out there.. can you help them out??? THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2908435046769058109?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2908435046769058109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2908435046769058109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2908435046769058109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2908435046769058109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/pick-another-song-cupcake.html' title='Pick another song, Cupcake!'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1222129532885903398</id><published>2009-02-27T17:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:05:08.380+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>My bail is $295..  =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been so swamped with works these days.. It gets more stessful by the day.. no.. by the minute!!! So here I am taking my ten minutes break, trying to put my mind on something else.. I first read this sort of "test" on my friend's facebook note, and I'm putting it on my blog now.. Let's see how much your bail is.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Smoked pot — $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk –$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheated on your significant other — $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Been in love with two people or more at the same time — $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Said you love someone but didn’t mean it — $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Went streaking — $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Went streaking in broad daylight — $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a co-worker– $ 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Kissed your boss –$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Been arrested — $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Spent time in jail — $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Peed in the pool — $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Played spin the bottle — $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Done something you regret — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Slept with your best friend &gt;– $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Been in love with a stripper — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Went skinny dipping — $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Been slapped– $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Slapped someone– $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Beat up someone — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Been jumped — $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Ever had sex in a library — $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Dated someone you met on My Space — $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Cheated on test — $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Vandalized something — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Slept with someone in your parents’ bed — $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Crossed dressed — $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Given money to stripper — $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Flirted with an officer to get out of a ticket– $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Been with someone 15 years younger — $90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Kissed some one who’s name you didn’t know –$10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Had sex while at work– $75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Ever drive drunk (you stupid ass) — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Used toys while having sex — $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Got drunk, passed out and don’t remember the night before — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Had sex in a pool — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Masturbated — $.10 x each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend –$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Done oral — $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Got oral — $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Done / got oral in a car while it was moving– $65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you– $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Stole something — $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Slept with someone who has been in jail — $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Made a dirty home video — $150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Published a dirty home video on the internet –$250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Had a threesome — $120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Had sex in a public place– $220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Been in the same room while someone was having sex — $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars –$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Had sex with someone 10 years older — $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Kissed a teacher while you were still a student–$80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Lied to your mate — $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Lied to your mate about the sex being good — $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you got to do is tally up your answers.. and that is how much your bail's worth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TELL ME.. HAVE YOU BEEN BAD????? *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1222129532885903398?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1222129532885903398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1222129532885903398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1222129532885903398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1222129532885903398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bail-is-2955-p.html' title='My bail is $295..  =p'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-6597666173490044934</id><published>2009-02-20T21:43:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:06:10.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my nonie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>sleeping beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well.. well.. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7Ux7_4a6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/sLCp3zraFAo/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7Ux7_4a6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/sLCp3zraFAo/s200/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304911365473332130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7Rzyn8MsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/q7A8ikkWYkU/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7Rzyn8MsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/q7A8ikkWYkU/s200/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304908098781852354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7LPtek90I/AAAAAAAAAEI/VdRZe7UbsZk/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7LPtek90I/AAAAAAAAAEI/VdRZe7UbsZk/s200/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304900881855346498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7Et1BElMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9kLNOzS3APc/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7Et1BElMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9kLNOzS3APc/s200/DSC00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304893702693754050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7DXNNAtPI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fuab72GqieE/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7DXNNAtPI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fuab72GqieE/s200/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304892214537663730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7C55N7v5I/AAAAAAAAADg/swG3ltGd0uk/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7C55N7v5I/AAAAAAAAADg/swG3ltGd0uk/s200/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304891710956617618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like somebody's getting a little too comfortable on my bed.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight, baby.. Don't pee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-6597666173490044934?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6597666173490044934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=6597666173490044934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6597666173490044934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6597666173490044934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleeping-beauty.html' title='sleeping beauty'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SZ7Ux7_4a6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/sLCp3zraFAo/s72-c/DSC00330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-3871573655083958364</id><published>2009-02-09T15:38:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:41:14.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think people think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Are You Making Judgements.. or Being Judgemental??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judgemental, prejudiced and biased individuals make far-reaching pronouncements based on limited information. We all know such people. Their false and extreme generalizations give them away. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone who uses curse words is obviously stupid and uneducated!" "Rock-and-roll fans don’t know the first thing about music!" "People who don’t regularly attend religious services are heathens!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most people realize that being judgemental is an unattractive trait. If you look around, you’ll find that most judgemental people are disliked and avoided. The answer to Mom’s reproach, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why don’t you call your mother more often?"&lt;/span&gt; if truthful would probably be, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because you’re judgemental and tend to pick on me, so it’s unpleasant to talk to you."&lt;/span&gt; When people stop being judgemental, they often discover a level of personal happiness that had eluded them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yet none of us can help forming opinions of other people. So how does judgemental thinking differ from making judgements? Judgemental people state their views and observations in authoritative terms; they decree what is right and wrong, what should and should not be, what is good or bad. Making a simple judgement, however, does not carry these ominous overtones. "Billy has poor table manners" is a judgement. The judgemental person would add something, such as "Therefore, he’s a slob who was raised by cavemen!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We make judgements constantly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He’s good-looking." "She dresses well." "He seems to lack a good sense of humor." "She’s overweight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In forming opinions or making judgements, there is no moral overtone, no further conclusions are drawn, no inferences are made about the person’s character. We just have the observation or the perception.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As soon as we add &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"therefore"&lt;/span&gt; to the observation, we are likely to be judgemental. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He talks very slowly," &lt;/span&gt;is an observation, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"therefore, he must be stupid"&lt;/span&gt; is a judgemental conclusion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you look out for your own &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"therefores"&lt;/span&gt; you are less likely to sit in judgement over your fellow human beings, which will be all to the good for you and them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adapted from &lt;i&gt;The 60-Second Shrink: 101 Strategies for Staying Sane in a Crazy World&lt;/i&gt;, by Arnold A. Lazarus, Ph.D. and Clifford N. Lazarus, Ph.D. Available at online and local bookstores or directly from Impact Publishers, Inc., PO Box 6016, Atascadero, CA 93423-6016. Phone 1-800-246-7228.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-3871573655083958364?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3871573655083958364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=3871573655083958364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3871573655083958364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3871573655083958364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-making-judgements-or-being.html' title='Are You Making Judgements.. or Being Judgemental??'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1703353057333016578</id><published>2009-02-08T14:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:04:27.187+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was it you? Screaming out inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Enormously loud but I could barely hear&lt;br /&gt;Painful as if it were poisoning my blood&lt;br /&gt;Desperate like there were no such thing as an end&lt;br /&gt;Earthbound as all angels lost their wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it you? Crawling in the dimness of my consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Craving to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted from the fight with the beast inside&lt;br /&gt;Torn as the whiteflag I once refused to raise&lt;br /&gt;Trembling but unwilling to surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;or have you given up?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made peace with myself&lt;br /&gt;Are you still there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Jatinangor, April 22, 2006-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1703353057333016578?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1703353057333016578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1703353057333016578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1703353057333016578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1703353057333016578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost_08.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-539308934473903242</id><published>2009-02-07T21:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:53:33.772+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>let me tell you how it feels</title><content type='html'>it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in line for a day, all psyched,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get Alanis Morissette ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and two minutes after you had finally got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the concert got cancelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:,(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-539308934473903242?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/539308934473903242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=539308934473903242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/539308934473903242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/539308934473903242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-tell-you-how-it-feels.html' title='let me tell you how it feels'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5120921870065769530</id><published>2009-02-06T23:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T04:19:57.637+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Sara Melson - Never Been Hurt Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWkjNQfkzHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWkjNQfkzHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has a magical healing power for me.. I love her voice as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5120921870065769530?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5120921870065769530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5120921870065769530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5120921870065769530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5120921870065769530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/sara-melson-never-been-hurt-before.html' title='Sara Melson - Never Been Hurt Before'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1150643503817077140</id><published>2009-02-05T02:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:10:41.476+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>doubutsu uranai thingy.. (hmm, whatever that means =p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniysah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22/07/1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYn0DitOeeI/AAAAAAAAADA/rsp02NOKyjY/s1600-h/blue+panther.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYn0DitOeeI/AAAAAAAAADA/rsp02NOKyjY/s320/blue+panther.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299034778271381986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are Blue Panther, who is cheerful, lively and light hearted person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You can keep reason and emotion at a good balance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You are gentle and peaceful too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You have deep and wide relationships with people, and there are some whom you would have a long relationship with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You possess fashionable sense and are well dressed that make people turn around in the street.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You are not good at objective way of thinking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You rely on your preferences, and the instinct of that moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Therefore you cannot accumulate plans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You are also weak on making quick solutions and coming out with conclusions through careful and strict analysis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You tend to not be able to find your life objective.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You find your objective through the situation you are in, and by the support of the people around you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; This makes your life divide into two sections, and there may be a possibility that you may lead a totally different life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You are extremely sensitive and possess natural sense of instinct.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You think too much about people's opinion, and are always feeling unsettled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You are a romantic sort of person in that you lead your life according to your beliefs rather than depending on talent and capability.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Even after you get married, you should keep your career that requires your good fashion sense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You will be a good but rather obstinate wife and a mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get yours &lt;a href="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/5787334816058621096-1150643503817077140?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1150643503817077140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1150643503817077140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1150643503817077140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1150643503817077140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/doubutsu-uranai-thingy-hmm-whatever.html' title='doubutsu uranai thingy.. (hmm, whatever that means =p)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYn0DitOeeI/AAAAAAAAADA/rsp02NOKyjY/s72-c/blue+panther.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-9090170901394721542</id><published>2009-02-03T23:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:05:57.031+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>sakit =,(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hari ini tepar sajaaaaa di rumah. Hiks. Penyebabnya adalah hal2 di bawah ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First day of my period, yang seperti biasa "dimeriahkan" dengan cramp super duper dahsyat bikin gw guling2an di tempat tidur seharian. Posisi kayak gimanapun salaaaaah aja bawaannya. Gw iriiiiiiiiii sama cw2 yang nyantai2 aja klo lagi having period!!! Period gw hampir selalu diramaikan dengan cramp yang gila2an sampe suka ga bisa ngapa2in gitu..  Dokter gw sih nyaranin untuk check ke spesialis obsgyn.. Tapi gw takuuuuuuutt.. Huhuhu..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYiDanUAnkI/AAAAAAAAACo/tS_uuxH8F5Y/s1600-h/period.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYiDanUAnkI/AAAAAAAAACo/tS_uuxH8F5Y/s320/period.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298629454854135362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Beuhhh. Nyiksa bangeeeeetttt rasanyaaaaaaaaaaaa!! :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYiE7cXK8jI/AAAAAAAAACw/anz9BG6J77I/s1600-h/IBS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYiE7cXK8jI/AAAAAAAAACw/anz9BG6J77I/s320/IBS.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298631118361915954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fever. Last time I got checked, it was 39.5 degree Celcius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYiGH1u3cxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pnPvRBz7QZM/s1600-h/fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYiGH1u3cxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pnPvRBz7QZM/s320/fever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298632430842245906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah minum 3 macam obat plus satu vitamin. So far sudah mendingan walaupun masih menunggu obatnya bekerja penuh (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;come on, hurry please!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Maunya sih tidur biar sakitnya ga terasa. Tapiiiii, seharian ini udah tidur LUMAYAN banyak, jadi sekarang ga ngantuk sama skali.. :,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Get well soon, Me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5787334816058621096-9090170901394721542?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9090170901394721542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=9090170901394721542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/9090170901394721542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/9090170901394721542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/sakit.html' title='sakit =,('/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/SYiDanUAnkI/AAAAAAAAACo/tS_uuxH8F5Y/s72-c/period.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5209855395562238652</id><published>2009-01-31T11:14:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:07:10.921+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>do nothing, please..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't start all of this, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely even knew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. let's just go back to where we did not know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfectly fine before the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;you're-trying-to-be-"nice"- to-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; scenario, remember? Didn't anyone tell you that your little trick was such a lame-o, girly girl? Oh,well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I was a bit pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a tiny rat's ass about you, dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I removed you from my friends list, that's because, let's face it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;we're never friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simple as that. Is it too hard for your pretty little head to understand, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing would be your smartest move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do that instead of adding me back over and over again (even after I ignored you)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do that, dear?&lt;br /&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/5787334816058621096-5209855395562238652?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5209855395562238652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5209855395562238652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5209855395562238652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5209855395562238652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-nothing-please.html' title='do nothing, please..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5847345198517891568</id><published>2009-01-28T18:43:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:03:26.334+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>lagi lagi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi blog baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah berapa blog udah gw buat (dan kemudian tinggalkan) dalam beberapa tahun belakangan ini. Dari jaman masih pake seragam putih abu-abu lengkap dengan kisah cinta berjuta rasa khas abg labil. Jaman awal kuliah dengan euphoria nya sendiri. Jaman patah hati dan (sok) gak percaya sama yang namanya cinta.  Jaman jatuh cinta (lagi). Kemudian jatuh (lagi). And the list goes on and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Si anget-anget tai ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, my mom calls me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari ini, blog baru lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah akan bertahan atau bernasib sama seperti blog-blog gw sebelumnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait and see.. (and hope ;) )&lt;br /&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/5787334816058621096-5847345198517891568?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5847345198517891568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5847345198517891568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5847345198517891568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5847345198517891568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/lagi-lagi.html' title='lagi lagi..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5736333574971530807</id><published>2007-04-02T13:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:41:52.768+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>facts about my fav songs (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoah.. How's life? Mine's been pretty uptight lately.. It's fun though.. I experienced few things that i'd never had the chance before.. Finally I could make my brain a little useful.. hehehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just browsing around on the internet today, and i found this very cool site &lt;a href="http://www.songfacts.com/"&gt;www.songfacts.com&lt;/a&gt; where you can find the simple little facts about soooooo many songs.. Like who wrote it, what inspired it, where was it wrote, et cetera.. Pretty cool, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some facts about some of my favorite songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Till There Was You - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was written in 1957 for the Broadway musical The Music Man. It was written by songwriter Meredith Wilson, who also wrote "76 Trombones" for the same musical as well as the seasonal favorite "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney loved show tunes and wanted to cover this. His favorite version was Peggy Lee's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles played this song, along with "She Loves You" and "Twist And Shout," at the Royal Command Performance of 1963. Paul credited it to their "Favorite American group, Sophie Tucker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles performed this on their first Ed Sullivan Show appearance, February 9, 1964. This was a huge event, as Beatlemania had just come to America. This was the only song they played that night that was not one of their hits - they put it in to appeal to the older audience that was tuned in. As they played, the camera zoomed in on each Beatle and superimposed their first name. When it got to Lennon, it read, "Sorry girls, he's married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also performed during the Beatles appearance on the Royal Variety Show on November 4, 1963. It was probably also appealing to the older audience and it provided a break between the up-tempo numbers, "She Loves You" and "Twist and Shout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. You Were Meant For Me - Jewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jewel wrote this with Steve Poltz from The Rugburns. He also appeared in the video with Jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Jewel's second single. "Who Will Save Your Soul" was her first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most played song on US radio in 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was directed by Sean Penn in 1996. It featured Jewel in a couple scenes shedding her clothes. Jewel has said the "shedding" symbolizes "being free with a lover or friend. Being stripped and surrender yourself to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. The Drugs Don't Work - The Verve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Verve lead singer Richard Ashcroft wrote this. It's partly about the death of his father when he was 11, but it also refers to he and his wife's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was The Verve's only #1 hit in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. The Way - Fastball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is based on the true story of Lela and Raymond Howard, an elderly couple from Salado, Texas who drove to a nearby family reunion and kept going. She had Alzheimer's disease and he was recovering from brain surgery. When they disappeared, a reporter from the Austin American-Statesman wrote a series of articles about the missing couple. Fastball bassist Tony Scalzo came up with the idea for the song after reading the articles (the band is from Austin). He says, "It's a romanticized take on what happened" - he "pictured them taking off to have fun, like they did when they first met." However, he found out after writing the song that the couple had died. They were found at the bottom of a canyon in Arkansas about a three-day drive from their destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Champagne Supernova - Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Noel Gallagher got the title when he misheard the name of the Pixies album Bossanova. He was watching a documentary about champagne at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel Gallagher has a house in North London that he named "Supernova Heights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Weller, former frontman of The Jam, played guitar on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the few Oasis songs released as a single in the US. It went to #1 on the Modern Rock chart, and for a while it looked like Oasis was going to break through in The States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel came up with the phrase "Caught beneath the landslide" when he saw a sugar jar in his girlfriend's kitchen. You can see this peculiar jar in the disk booklet where the lyrics are printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Losing My Religion - R.E.M&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The title is a Southern expression meaning "At my wit's end," as if things were going so bad you could lose your faith in God. If you were "Losing your religion" over a person, It could also mean losing faith in that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won the Grammy in 1991 for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was the first to show lead singer Michael Stipe dancing. The director hung out with the band to get ideas, and when he saw Stipe's spastic dance style, he thought it would look great in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band claims this is not about religion, although the video is full of religious imagery. Some Catholic groups protested the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, Stipe told Entertainment Weekly, "Losing My Religion was a fluke hit. It was a 5 minute song with no chorus and a mandolin as the lead instrument. So for us to hold that as the bar we have to jump over every time we write a song would be ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is based in part on Gabriel Garcia Marquez' A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings. The novel tells the story about an angel who falls down from heaven and how the people who make money displaying him as a "freak show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7. Ironic - Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The events described in the song (rain on your wedding day, a traffic jam when you're already late, etc.), are not examples of irony. Irony is the use of words to convey the opposite of their literal meaning. The one actual, ironic statement in this song is, "As the plane crashed down he thought 'well, isn't this nice'..." Sarcasm is an example of irony, and this thought, clearly, was a sarcastic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the song, Alanis says life has a funny funny way of helping us out - in spite of all of the bad stuff that we have to go through. The bad stuff helps us get to where we are going, and that is ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Morissette's third single and first Top-10 hit. Her first single, "You Oughta Know," is probably her best known, but no one had heard of her when it was released and it only hit US #13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen Ballard produced this and wrote it with Alanis. He has also worked with Dave Matthews and has a history of radio-friendly production. Morissette moved from Canada to Los Angeles to write and record with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of 5 hits on the album, which has sold over 16 million copies. The others are "You Oughta Know," "Hand In My Pocket," "Head Over Feet" and "You Learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was nominated for Grammys in the categories Record Of The Year and Best Short Form Music Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1996, this won MTV Video Music Awards for Best Female Video, Best Editing, and Best New Artist In A Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first album Morissette released in America, but as a teenager, she released 2 dance albums in Canada. Her stage name at the time was simply "Alanis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;8. The Man Who Sold The World - David Bowie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is about a man who no longer recognizes himself and feels awful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, Bowie struggled with his identity and expressed himself through his songs, often creating characters to perform them. On the album cover, Bowie is wearing a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the lyrics are based on a poem by Hugh Mearns called The Psychoed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going up the stair, I met a man who was not there, he wasn't there again today, I wish that man would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual man who sold the world, at least Bowie's world during this phase of his career, may have been Adolf Hitler. Bowie's fascination with this topic is evident in his '70s move to Berlin and his return to Victoria Station in 1976 in full SS uniform, complete with salute and open top Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lyrical analysis: "We passed upon the stair" is a figurative representation of a crossroads in Bowie's life, where Ziggy Stardust catches a glimpse of his former self, (being David Bowie) which he thought had died a long time ago. Then he (the old David Bowie) says: "Oh no, not me. I never lost control." This indicates that Bowie never really lost sight of who he was, but he Sold The World (made them believe) that he had become Ziggy, and he thought it was funny (I laughed and shook his hand). He goes on to state, "For years and years I roamed," which could refer to touring. "Gaze a gazely stare at all the millions here" are the fans at concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is one of Bowie's least-known, but over the years many fans have come to appreciate it and a lot of bands have covered songs from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British singer Lulu ("To Sir With Love") recorded this in 1974. Bowie produced her version and played saxophone on the track. It went to #4 in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana recorded this for their 1993 MTV Unplugged performance. Months after that show, Kurt Cobain was found dead. The acoustic set was released as an album in late 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9. Heaven - Los Lonely Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guitarist Henry Garza wrote the lyrics as a prayer. When he was 18, his son died of sudden infant death syndrome (S.I.D.S). It's about the pain he felt and wanting to escape this world and see his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Lonely Boys are 3 brothers from Texas. They are bilingual - some of the lyrics to this are in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won a Grammy for Best Pop Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal. Los Lonely Boys perfomed at the 2005 show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Creep - Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the album version, lead singer Thom Yorke sings, "You're so f--king special." For radio, he recut it as, "You're so very special." Yorke regrets changing the line for the radio version, saying it disturbed the "sentiment of the song." According to him, the song lost its anger as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yorke says this is about being in love with someone, but not feeling good enough. He describes the feeling as, "There's the beautiful people and then there's the rest of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yorke wrote this in 1987 while he was a student at Exeter University in England. He first recorded it acoustic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written before the band formed. Yorke gave his demo version to Colin Greenwood, who joined him and helped put the band together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't released in the US until Radiohead's debut album in 1993. The band finished college and signed their record deal in 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yorke based this on a song called "The Air That I Breathe," which was written by Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood in 1972. After "Creep" was released, Radiohead agreed to share the songwriting royalties, so this is credited to Yorke, Hammond and Hazlewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This did well in the US, but not in their native England. When they released their third album, O.K. Computer, it was huge in England but not in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this was first released in England in 1992, it flopped. It did well when it was re-released a year later, after Radiohead grew a fan base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first country this charted in was Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was recorded at a club in Oxford called The Zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/strong&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/5787334816058621096-5736333574971530807?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5736333574971530807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5736333574971530807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5736333574971530807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5736333574971530807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/facts-about-my-fav-songs-part-1.html' title='facts about my fav songs (part 1)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-565265257617448317</id><published>2007-03-18T13:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:37:37.611+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>what is your irrational fear???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know they say every people in the world must’ve had at least one irrational fear or widely known as phobia.. Me myself, I’ve got two.. I’m insanely afraid of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rhodents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (rats, mice, even hamsters, etc) and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crossing the street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Some find the second one a bit ridiculous.. But it’s true.. Everytime I stand on the side of the street, try to cross it by myself, my knees tremble and my hands get cold. Few times I forced myself to cross the street alone, and what happened was I ran across the street, with my eyes closed.. Then I realized I could’ve killed myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/joel_phobia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/joel_phobia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/joel_phobia.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I searched the site &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.phobialist.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and O MY GOD I’ve just known that there are sooooo many types of phobias in the world.. I can’t even imagine that some of them are really experienced by any people.. You can go and check the site yourself if you want to search through all those phobias.. But here I post some of them that might be useful for your knowledge.. and also I post some of the most ridiculous or odd ones &lt;em&gt;(from my opinion..=p)&lt;/em&gt;.. Well, just read below... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Achluophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acrophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ailurophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alektorophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antlophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of floods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anuptaphobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of staying single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arachnephobia or Arachnophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arithmophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aviophobia or Aviatophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atychiphobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batrachophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of amphibians, such as frogs, newts, salamanders, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belonephobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of pins and needles. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aichmophobia)&lt;br /&gt;Claustrophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of confined spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coulrophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dromophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of crossing streets &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--- this is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enochlophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hemophobia or Hemaphobia or Hematophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insectophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Fear of insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melanophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of the color black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Necrophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of death or dead things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nosocomephobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of hospitals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obesophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of gaining weight &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pocrescophobia)&lt;br /&gt;Ophidiophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pediophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phasmophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scoleciphobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thalassophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trypanophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of injections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xyrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Fear of razors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zemmiphobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of the great mole rat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---and this is me again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the odd ones.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ablutophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of washing or bathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arachibutyrophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bibliophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cacophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of ugliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caligynephobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cathisophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrometophobia or Chrematophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cibophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of food &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sitophobia, Sitiophobia)&lt;br /&gt;Coprastasophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of constipation &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(hahahahahahahaha......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decidophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of making decisions &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(huh????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didaskaleinophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of going to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleutherophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Epistemophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euphobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of hearing good news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of long words &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(yea, it’s scary how long the word is.. hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypengyophobia or Hypegiaphobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ideophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mnemophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nomatophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geliophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouranophobia or Uranophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panophobia or Pantophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peladophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of bald people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philemaphobia or Philematophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of kissing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phobophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of phobias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phronemophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somniphobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Testophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Fear of taking tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell me... which one are you???? Hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5787334816058621096-565265257617448317?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/565265257617448317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=565265257617448317&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/565265257617448317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/565265257617448317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-your-irrational-fear.html' title='what is your irrational fear???'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1321860345006349783</id><published>2007-03-01T00:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:31:01.565+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>The New Look.. *Yaaaayyy...!!!!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still working on this new look of my blog.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think??&lt;/span&gt; I kinda like it simple.. (uhm, more because my html skill is very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“cupu” &lt;/span&gt;actually.. hehehehe) The picture on the top was taken while I was driving on one sunny afternoon with my friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kendy&lt;/span&gt;.. Kendy took it from the backseat without telling me.. I almost forgot bout the pic til I open the pic folder on my laptop recently.. I thought I could use it for a banner with a simple little touch..  Mmm, okay enough bout that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is some stuff I found while I was blogwalking the other day.. How to play is 1st you should shuffle/randomize your songs playlist (WinAmp, iPod, mp3 player, etc) and just simply answer each question with the title of the song that’s playing at the moment. No skipping, even if the song title doesn’t match the question. That’s the fun of it.. And of course you can add some comment after each answer, whatever you like.. Let’s play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Tony Rich Project - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody Knows But Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(huhuhuhu... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm crying inside..and nobody knows it but me???"&lt;/span&gt;  really??? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Five For Fighting - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's been a long time comin'.."&lt;/span&gt; so i guess yeah..i'll get far.. hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. How do your friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Pas Band ft. Bunga - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kumerindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uuuuhh.. so they miss me, huh?? so sweeeeeeetttt..... =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Weezer - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No One Else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want a MAN who will laugh for no one else&lt;/span&gt;.. then i'll get married.. huhuhuhuhuhuhu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What is your life's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Serieus - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jomblo Jomblo Bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahahahahahaha...... this life's theme song would be really cool if I were jomblo.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Will Smith - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my life's been like summer time so far.. it's HOT.. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Paris Hilton style&lt;/span&gt;* hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Foo Fighters - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No Way Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah.. i know.. there's no way back to highschool.. it can never happen again.. those sweet old times..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Weezer - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Across The Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(huh?? by crossing the sea?? i've gotta befriend with popeye the sailorman first then.. hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What is tomorrow going to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; 9 Matahari - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Puisi # 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm, i wish i won't be that pathetic tomorrow..  hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; City &amp;amp; Colours - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Save Your Scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"there's no way that i want you to be left behiiiiiiind...."&lt;/span&gt; yeah, they won't leave me behind.. i know that for sure..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What is in store for the next weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; C'mon Lennon - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku Cinta J.A.K.A.R.T.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm... maybe i'm coming home then..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What song best describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Alexander Klaws - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunshine After The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'll be your sunshine after the rain.. when the sky turns to grey..you know that i’m not far away"&lt;/span&gt;..  hmmmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Bonjovi - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, i'm a little runaway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What song will play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Rialto - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Underneath a Distant Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"goodbye world.. adios.. this is where i'm getting off.. they say i'm lost..but i'm happy here.."&lt;/span&gt; I wish I'm happy “there” when my time comes.. amiinnn..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ash - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shining Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it sees me as shining light.. huhuhuhuhuh.. cool...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; All 4 One - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehehehehhe... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"someday, when we are wiser.. when the world's older, when we have learned.."&lt;/span&gt; yeah, i'll have a happy life then..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Avril Lavigne - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything But Ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sometimes i get so weird, i even freak myself out.."&lt;/span&gt; hehehehe.. yeah i guess i also freak my friends out sometimes.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What song describes the person you're attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Michael Buble - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Sweet It Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how sweet it is to be loved by you..."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What message would you like to tell the next generation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  GIGI -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Lailatul Qadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speechless, hmm.. really good message anyway..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Do you have a deep dark secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ari Lasso - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lirih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bersama rembulan...aku menangis.. mengenangmu... sgala tentang muu.. kumemanggilmu..dalam hati liriiihh..."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; All 4 One - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile Like Monalisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( They secretly lust after me everytime i smile like monalisa? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duhhh..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Elliot Yamin - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by looking for trouble i guess.. just love pumping that adrenaline.. hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Weezer - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only in Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what????????????????????????? T_T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What's the good advice for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Corrine Bailey Rae - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Til It Happens To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you won't believe what love can do til it happens to you..."&lt;/span&gt; well, okay.. thanks for the advice..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. How will you be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Destiny's Child - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bootylicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my body's too bootylicious for you, babe"&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What is your signature dance song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Beyonce - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naughty Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(good song for dancin'..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What do you think of your current celeb obsession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Bryan Adams - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hmmmmm.... JOSH HARTNETT... sweet heaven o' mine.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're all that i want&lt;/span&gt;, baby... hehehehehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;"&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1321860345006349783?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1321860345006349783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1321860345006349783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1321860345006349783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1321860345006349783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-look-yaaaayyy.html' title='The New Look.. *Yaaaayyy...!!!!*'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1190983327214193834</id><published>2007-02-18T01:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:18:46.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>for your eyes only... ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RddXD8ICaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WgcKMAEgBPA/s1600-h/love%20you.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032586833800882370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="185" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RddXD8ICaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WgcKMAEgBPA/s200/love%2520you.bmp" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang terindah bukan ketika dua pasang mata bertemu,&lt;br /&gt;atau jemari menyatu..&lt;br /&gt;yang terhangat bukan saat senyum terulas,&lt;br /&gt;atau kau mencoba mengerti..&lt;br /&gt;yang terbayang bukan saat tawa mengurai,&lt;br /&gt;atau maaf terulur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadirmu adalah keindahan yang menghangatkan dan membayangi&lt;br /&gt;kemana jiwaku melangkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1190983327214193834?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1190983327214193834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1190983327214193834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1190983327214193834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1190983327214193834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-your-eyes-only.html' title='for your eyes only... ^_^'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RddXD8ICaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WgcKMAEgBPA/s72-c/love%2520you.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2256743797619126080</id><published>2007-02-17T15:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:23:25.397+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>i'll think of you 'til then.. 'til we meet again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been missing some friends of mine for some time now.. Some of them have been very busy lately that we can't seem to find the time to hang out, or even to chat on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RdbF6cICaJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/39GwzhDT6Vg/s1600-h/decan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032427241406097554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 177px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RdbF6cICaJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/39GwzhDT6Vg/s200/decan.jpg" border="0" height="178" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First, there's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'brother' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;back in highschool, we actually go to the same uni and&lt;em&gt; (technically)&lt;/em&gt; live less than a mile apart.. We're close and he always considers me as the little sister he's never had.. We used to tell each other everything.. But now, I haven't seen him for months!!! It's like we're living in the two completely different worlds.. We've been busy and can't seem to find the right time to meet and chat face to face.. I miss him.. I miss the old times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RdbGVMICaKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/S7zKkUS7G7M/s1600-h/esti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032427700967598242" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 189px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RdbGVMICaKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/S7zKkUS7G7M/s200/esti.jpg" border="0" height="167" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there's one of my girl from &lt;strong&gt;epals&lt;/strong&gt; (my &lt;em&gt;so-called-gang&lt;/em&gt; back in highschool.. &lt;em&gt;hehe..&lt;/em&gt;).. We go to the different uni and different city.. Not that far, actually.. But still.. The only place where we probably could get together is Jakarta.. Sadly, most of the times that she goes back to Jakarta, I'm not there.. And by the time I go to jakarta, she's not there either.. It's been years since the last time I met her.. Sometimes we catch up by phone.. But it's way less than enough.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RdbHXcICaLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CtWgl4SRQNE/s1600-h/lovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032428839133931698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RdbHXcICaLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CtWgl4SRQNE/s200/lovie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the last one is &lt;em&gt;'the bestfriend of my life'&lt;/em&gt;.. We've been bestfriends since junior high.. She graduated last year and has been working in a bank since then.. She's been soooo busy with her job plus the working-hour is so damn long (she usually gets home by 10 p.m.!!!).. Not to mention she's been having some problems with her boyfriend for some times.. I understand completely that her life may be get a bit messy nowadays, that she feels terribly exhausted.. But as her bestfriend, I want to be there for her.. I want to support her.. I want to listen to her.. But how can I possibly do all those things when &lt;em&gt;she didn't even tell me that she'd changed her cellphone number&lt;/em&gt;??? Everytime I called her I just got her voicemail.. I found out her new number anyway, and she apologized.. Still, it made me a bit upset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. the point of this post is that I miss them.. Badly.. I miss my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'brother'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'e' from 'epals'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and last but definetely not least.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'the bestfriend of my life'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Til we meet again, then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/strong&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/5787334816058621096-2256743797619126080?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2256743797619126080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2256743797619126080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2256743797619126080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2256743797619126080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-of-you-then-we-meet-again.html' title='i&amp;#39;ll think of you &amp;#39;til then.. &amp;#39;til we meet again..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RdbF6cICaJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/39GwzhDT6Vg/s72-c/decan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1371353167541190462</id><published>2007-02-16T19:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:23:25.482+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>i'm a pro?? hehehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, this quiz result says that I'm a professional girlfriend.. hahaha.. Should probably get paid for being a pro, huh??? But maybe that'll make me a professional b*tch.. hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1371353167541190462?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1371353167541190462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1371353167541190462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1371353167541190462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1371353167541190462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-pro-hehehe.html' title='i&amp;#39;m a pro?? hehehe..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-3752974340645200336</id><published>2007-02-05T20:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:15:50.972+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>in those hands of Yours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In those hands of Yours&lt;br /&gt;My immortality should lay&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Sail on the river of tears&lt;br /&gt;Upon a million prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those hands of Yours&lt;br /&gt;I shall find a path&lt;br /&gt;For mine to be somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the merciful thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Lighten as I stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those hands of Yours&lt;br /&gt;My born was written&lt;br /&gt;Through their hands of saintly&lt;br /&gt;The ecstasy has been gathered&lt;br /&gt;And the nuisance has been healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those hands of Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Jatinangor, Februaray 2 2007-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/strong&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/5787334816058621096-3752974340645200336?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3752974340645200336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=3752974340645200336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3752974340645200336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3752974340645200336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-those-hands-of-yours.html' title='in those hands of Yours..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1442678495804210500</id><published>2007-01-29T10:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:24:22.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>craving for existance, huh??! =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, my mom asked me &lt;em&gt;"what is a blog?"&lt;/em&gt; .. Then, after I explained to her, her second question was &lt;em&gt;"why do you blog?"&lt;/em&gt; .. Mmm.. took me a while to think of an answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I blog..? Well, apparently I blog for no specific reason.. I just love having a place where I can put anything I like.. My random thoughts, my stories, my stupid poems, basically anything.. I like to keep them some place else beside in my own head.. I like to share them, even if nobody cares to read.. I don't give a damn of how many people read my post.. And I don't care whether people like it or not.. I blog simply because I want to blog..and I enjoy doing it.. Hell with &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_quoting a friend =p_&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;craving for an existance&lt;/em&gt; whatsoever.. Hehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway.. enough about that.. The rain is pouring down outside.. And the big breakfast I had this morning's kinda showing its effect to me.. &lt;strong&gt;I'M SLEEPY&lt;/strong&gt;.. Ughh.. I think God's punishing me for eating like a pig.. Hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hodja.wordpress.com/files/2006/08/pig-grin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hodja.wordpress.com/files/2006/08/pig-grin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-the kinda look of my face after the big breakfast..=p-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1442678495804210500?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1442678495804210500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1442678495804210500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1442678495804210500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1442678495804210500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/craving-for-existance-huh-p.html' title='craving for existance, huh??! =p'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4601357055976741174</id><published>2007-01-27T12:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:24:55.654+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>straight jacket feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember a few months ago.. There was one windy night, me and some friends hung out together.. We wanted to cheer my broken-hearted friend.. We talked.. We laughed.. We sang.. Tried our best to make him smile.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From all of the songs we sang that night.. There's one song that I remember the most.. There's one that until now, everytime I hear that song.. I remember him.. My broken-hearted friend.. And I remember that night.. The night I saw true pain in his eyes.. Eventhough he finally smiled, he just couldn't hide the sorrow.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the song... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Straight Jacket Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from The All American Rejects..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back me down from backing up&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath now it's stacking up&lt;br /&gt;Etched with marks, but I can deal&lt;br /&gt;And you're the problem and you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Try this on, straight jacket feeling&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;Take back now, my life you're stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust you is just one defense&lt;br /&gt;off a list of others, you don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;Beg me time and time again&lt;br /&gt;to take you back now, but you can't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take back now, my life you're stealing&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on by letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when the memory slips away&lt;br /&gt;There will be a better view from here&lt;br /&gt;And only lonesome you remains&lt;br /&gt;and just the thought of you I fear&lt;br /&gt;it falls away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on by letting go of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sadly, I've never seen him again since that night.. I don't know how he is right now.. Hopefully his pain's healed.. He's a good man.. I pray for him to find his true love.. I pray for him to be happy.. No matter where he is right now.. No matter what he's doing.. Simply because he deserves it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/strong&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/5787334816058621096-4601357055976741174?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4601357055976741174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4601357055976741174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4601357055976741174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4601357055976741174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/straight-jacket-feeling.html' title='straight jacket feeling'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8084397500640899434</id><published>2007-01-21T21:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:25:45.158+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>little low..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's raining outside.. This kinda cold weather usually makes my mood a little low.. But now , it's not the weather.. It's just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say..I heard someone mentioned a name.. The one that I'd never expected to hear on that kinda conversation we had.. Well, actually I've had no reason to be upset whatsoever.. From the beginning I knew I wouldn't have a chance when it comes to this matter.. From the beginning I knew it would come up eventually.. I thought it wouldn't bother me this much.. But I guess I was wrong.. It does upset me.. A lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... maybe I've just got to get used to it.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted by. niSa.. --&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/strong&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/5787334816058621096-8084397500640899434?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8084397500640899434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8084397500640899434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8084397500640899434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8084397500640899434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-low.html' title='little low..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-6581427240179056702</id><published>2007-01-21T06:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:32:03.362+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>new template.. no earthbound...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still can't sleep.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new template.. I'm kinda bored with the old template so I put this new one.. Actually I don't really like the colors.. But I love the picture of the angel above.. Mmm.. maybe next time I'll search for another template.. I wish I could make it on my own.. I've had tons of idea in my head.. Unfortunatelly I'm just too stupid to put them in html whatsoever.. TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;posted by. niSa..--&lt;---&lt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &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/5787334816058621096-6581427240179056702?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6581427240179056702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=6581427240179056702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6581427240179056702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6581427240179056702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-template-no-earthbound.html' title='new template.. no earthbound...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-432337045006716633</id><published>2007-01-21T04:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:26:27.135+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>staying up all night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well..well..well.. it's 4.30 in the morning.. and I am not feelin' sleepy at all.. Err, I got up at 12 p.m yesterday.. Maybe that's the reason why I can't manage myself to sleep now.. While waiting for my eyes to get tired, here I am doing some blogwalking, filling out some craps at bulletin boards, and singing along.. huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the q/a thingy I found in one of my friends' blog.. So not important.. I don't even know why I'm posting it here.. Though none of my posts here is important.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.Story behind your fv song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;foolish games.. mmm..just love it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;july&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jakarta-and this middle of nowhere called jatinangor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D E S C R I B E Y O U R . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm..long..corduroy..retro printed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dream car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm ford ranger.. prefferably red..=p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Toothbrush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oral-b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jewelry worn daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pillow Case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;white with blue dots &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm..little.. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. House color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhhmmmm...mostly white, green, and the natural color of bricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;11. Love life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfectly fine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;12. Cologne/Perfume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm..now?? after sunset-peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;13. CD in stereo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;14. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W H A T A R E Y O U . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;skinny jeans, maroon t-shirt, dark blue sackdress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;16.Wanting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm..good grades this semester..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;17. The last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;caramel pop corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;18. Something you are afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rat, crossing the busy street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;19. Do you like candles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;20. Do you like the taste of blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puhlease!!!come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;21. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very much indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;22. Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;23. Do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very very very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;24. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;25. Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nu uh.. not at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;26. Do you like tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like to see it on other's body.. not on mine.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;27. Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm..sometimes i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;28. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup.. my face will turn red like boiled crab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you speak another language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm.. does body language count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;30. What's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;31. Are you shy around your crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehe... sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;32. Got any plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope..just go where the wind blows.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;33. Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup.. my peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;34. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;35. Orange juice or apple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;definetely orange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;36. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;danan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;37. What was the last text message you sent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;masih,... knapa?? kmu blm bo2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;38. Lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11/24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;39. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm..few months ago i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;40. Have you ever won a trophy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;41. Are you a good cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eerrr... not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;42. Have you ever eaten a snake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;43. Do the Chinese really use cats in their food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what?? i mean..really?? never heard of it.. i hope they don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;44. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup.. from kindergarten til highschool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;45. What was the last movie u saw in the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blood diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;46. Would you rather find true love or be a millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if he's a millionaire??? hehehheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;47. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i thought i did.. but i don't anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;48. What is/are your favorite animal(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dog,cat,horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;49. Who is the second last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;50.What do you like about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no other me.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-432337045006716633?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/432337045006716633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=432337045006716633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/432337045006716633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/432337045006716633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/staying-up-all-night.html' title='staying up all night..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-7087653316686833273</id><published>2007-01-18T12:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:26:53.920+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>panic! is my middle name..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I'm working on my ass.. &lt;em&gt;whoops..&lt;/em&gt; I mean my final &lt;strong&gt;ASS&lt;/strong&gt;ignment for my Media Planning subject.. And I'm stuck.. So here I am..blogging.. hehehehe.. The deadline is tomorrow morning, by the way.. But what the hell.. What's wrong with all those lecturers who think of us as the real media planner.. Hellooo.. We're not.. We're just some 4th-year undergraduate students who've been working our asses off to graduate as soon as possible.. Please don't hold us back.. Please, Sir..and Ma'am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhh.. GOD.. My Merciful GOD.. Please please please let me graduate this year.. Hopefully next semester... *crossing my fingers*.. And also let me pass the "kapita selekta komunikasi" subject which final exam last tuesday was my worst exam ever.. Hiks..&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Uhhhm GOD, do I ask for too much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5787334816058621096-7087653316686833273?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7087653316686833273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=7087653316686833273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7087653316686833273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7087653316686833273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/panic-is-my-middle-name.html' title='panic! is my middle name..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-7939472384875845697</id><published>2007-01-13T11:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:16:45.118+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>if only i could write a song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku mengenalmu dengan sejuta rasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang menjadikanmu lebih nyata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dari sekedar mereka yang mengaku cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dengan berbagai rupa tawa itu selalu ada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mengiring waktu yang mengukuhkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hari-harimu dalam genggaman jemariku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inilah masa yang kuharap bisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;menjadi beku oleh beningnya pagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;di mana kau menyapa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meski hanya sedetik kuharap kau untukku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-7939472384875845697?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7939472384875845697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=7939472384875845697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7939472384875845697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7939472384875845697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-only-i-could-write-song.html' title='if only i could write a song..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8295953725649945279</id><published>2007-01-07T21:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:38:22.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>today is the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmm... today is absolutely the day.. i don't even know where to start.. well, let's just say that i'd been earthbound for quite a long time.. and now.. i'm officially spreading my wings to fly and soar above the sky.. above all my fears.. above all my nightmares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you don't get what i'm talking about, do you? hehehe.. sorry.. it's just too hard to express how i feel when all of the sudden i'm back up on cloud #nine.. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i was happy..but i lied.. i was much more than happy.. and i am much much much more than happy now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... eventhough i've got cold and terrible headache.. eventhough i've only slept for 2 hours.. eventhough i've got tons of readings to catch up.. eventhough my assignments are waiting to be finished.. but i can't feel bad at all today.. happiness is without a doubt the only thing on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling like posting a lyric here for someone tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GOODNIGHT MY SOMEONE (Shirley Jones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my someone, goodnight, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight, my someone, sleep tight, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Our star is shining its brightest light,&lt;br /&gt;For goodnight, my love, for goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish they may and I wish they might.&lt;br /&gt;Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love can be whispered from heart to heart,&lt;br /&gt;When lovers are parted they say.&lt;br /&gt;But I must depend on a wish and a star&lt;br /&gt;As long as my heart doesn't know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish they may and I wish they might.&lt;br /&gt;Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. goodnight to you all.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8295953725649945279?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8295953725649945279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8295953725649945279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8295953725649945279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8295953725649945279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-day.html' title='today is the day...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4504306200928585448</id><published>2007-01-03T11:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:28:07.279+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>the day of quizes... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going back to Jatinangor this afternoon.. Hiks.. Sad to leave home, especially knowing that I might not come back soon.. I'll have my final exams next week and my job training at Female Radio will start right after.. So, apparently no break for me until the next semester.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. today I took some quizes from &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;.. just for killing time.. And I'm posting the results here so you all can see.. But before, i've got to warn you that the stuffs i'm posting are really2 unimportant.. So if you have better things to do.. Just close my blog's window and do your things.. But if you're really &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;bored and absolutely have nothing else to do.. Keep reading!!! Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out I'm more a cat than a dog.. Miaooww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are: 30% Dog, 70% Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and cats have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited to find out how gross I am.. Hehehe.. Luckily, it said I'm not that gross.. fiuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 36% Gross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/gross-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a tad gross, but generally you're a clean, hygienic person.&lt;br /&gt;No one can be perfectly clean all the time, and it's better to be human than a neat freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/"&gt;How Gross Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always know that I'm more a right brained than a left brained.. But still I took this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my PERSONALITY??? hmm.. kinda exciting... Eventhough the result said that I'm &lt;strong&gt;Idealist&lt;/strong&gt;???? Huhuhuhu.. I guess it's a little too good to be true.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An INFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.&lt;br /&gt;Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.&lt;br /&gt;But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally &lt;strong&gt;this one&lt;/strong&gt;.. I only took all these quizes for fun.. I was so shocked when I found out the result for this one.. Because, &lt;strong&gt;it's so damn right&lt;/strong&gt;.. Everything it said about me is true.. Simply true.. Quite shocking.. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiuhh... actually I took more quizes but I think it's too long to post them all.. Well I guess now at least you know what to do to kill your time beside reading my unimportant post, rite???&lt;em&gt; Ciao... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-4504306200928585448?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4504306200928585448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4504306200928585448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4504306200928585448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4504306200928585448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-of-quizes.html' title='the day of quizes... ;)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8367237971498782683</id><published>2007-01-01T13:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:23:25.555+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2007 has come... *wink*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's officially the first day in the year of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. So far so good.. haha.. It's only been less than 14 hours, actually.. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How bout my new year's eve??? Hmmm.. I spent it in the most unusual way.. Totally different from the past years.. But I enjoyed it very much.. It was great.. For those who happened to know what I was doing last night.. Please.. i mean PLEASE.. forever hold your silence!!! hehehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway.. I do have many big hopes for this year ahead.. But I guess I'd better keep them for myself and simply do my best to make them come true.. This year's definetely gonna be the year full of hard works and efforts.. But, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey.. gotta work to get the cream, haven't we all?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least.. let me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wish you all a bright and happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. o^_^o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8367237971498782683?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8367237971498782683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8367237971498782683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8367237971498782683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8367237971498782683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-has-come-wink.html' title='2007 has come... *wink*'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8019908148079765362</id><published>2006-12-31T18:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:23:25.562+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>me... counting down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey.. hey.. hey.. 1st of all i'd like to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Ied Adha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you.. Today my whole family gathered at my grand parents' house celebrating the big day.. I ate a lot of lamb.. huhuhu.. Lamb is definetely my fav kinda meat.. &lt;em&gt;Molto delicioso!!!&lt;/em&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight.. Tonight is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Hmmm..I can't believe 2006 is almost over.. There are &lt;strong&gt;LOTS&lt;/strong&gt; of things happened to me this year.. Not only the good ones, but also the terrible ones.. hehehe.. To be honest, this year's been pretty tough for me.. But I'm thankful for everything that happened to me this year.. I believe everything's happened for a reason.. And this "tough year"of mine has made me a stronger..and &lt;em&gt;(hopefully) &lt;/em&gt;a better person... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this year is really over.. I guess I can think back a little while and just answer these questions I've got from&lt;em&gt; FS Bulletin Board&lt;/em&gt;.. Just a little self reflection.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Was 2006 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm.. not my favorite year so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your favorite moment of&lt;br /&gt;the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my 2 months in middle of nowhere called Sembawa for KKN credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was your worst moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm.. that one night (ironically) in the holly month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where were you when 2006 began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere around jakarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fatwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where will you be when 2006 ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere around jakarta =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who will you be with when 2006 ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them!!! lucky me.. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Did you keep your new years&lt;br /&gt;resolution of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didn't even have new year resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you have a new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;for 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm.. graduate with good grade.. amin..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Did you breakup with anyone in&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Did you make any new friends in&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure.. lots of new friends.. *grinch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who are your favorite new friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them.. my "second family" for the unforgettable two months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What was your favorite month of&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmm..december i guess..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Did you travel outside the country&lt;br /&gt;in 2006? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once.. only to that teeny tiny island over the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) How many different country did you&lt;br /&gt;travel to in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look above..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Did you lose anybody close to you&lt;br /&gt;in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kinda..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Did you miss anybody in the past&lt;br /&gt;year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea.. lotta people i guess..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your favorite movie that&lt;br /&gt;you saw in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoa.. i can barely remember.. i saw tons of them..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What was your favorite songs from&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmmm... another hard question.. there are many.. but i can only think of "again &amp; again - Jewel" for now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What was your favorite memory from&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm...my survival from that terrible 'thing'.. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) How many concerts did you see in&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;errr...3..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Did you have a favorite concert in&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup.. oka.. oka.. oka..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Did you drink a lot of alchohol in&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what kinda drugs? i used some pain killers and some other medication.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How many people did you kiss in&lt;br /&gt;2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehehee..how can I tell? =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Did you do anything you are&lt;br /&gt;ashamed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kinda.. hehehe.. there was one thing i did that i'm very much ashamed of.. but i'd rather not mention it here.. hehehehe...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I gotta go now.. I do hope your New Year's Eve is going to be some kinda night to remember... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye 2006!!&lt;/strong&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/5787334816058621096-8019908148079765362?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8019908148079765362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8019908148079765362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8019908148079765362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8019908148079765362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-counting-down.html' title='me... counting down...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-3065594625331249316</id><published>2006-12-30T15:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:18:09.774+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>me... being girl.. o^_^o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am.. posting again.. huhuhuh.. I know I've been pretty moody with this blog thingy.. Anyway, I'm home now.. Just got back from bandung half an hour ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to nangor to do my media research assignment which has to be collected this morning.. I spent very long and depressing hours doing that damn assignment I almost cried out loud.. I was so happy when I finally finished it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. eventhough I was exhausted, yet I still couldn't manage myself to get into bed.. So I reached my cell phone and called Uty.. We chatted for over an hour.. After I hung up with uty.. I tried to call Shinta.. But she didn't pick up.. I guessed she'd been asleep.. But then she called me.. She said she'd fallen asleep but my call woke her up.. And then the whole "girls talk" ritual started again.. I looked at the clock when I finally hung up the phone.. It was almost 2 in the morning! hehehehe.. I spent hours talking on the phone with them but sure it didn't feel that long at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with my girls is nothing but fun.. fun.. fun.. We tell each other everything.. We share stories..gossips..anything.. We laugh.. sometimes hysterically.. hehehe.. It's always been fun.. I haven't spent much time with my girls lately.. So at least I try to catch up by phone.. Hopefully after final exam, few weeks from now, we can manage some time to hang out together.. I kinda miss them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially for Diyan, Shinta, Uty, Uwhie, Tiwi, and Ita.. If you read this post, babes.. I'm really looking forward to spending some quality time together with you all.. It's sad we can't celebrate new year together as we planned before.. Anyway, hope you all have a very happy new year.. Love you.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I guess that's all for now.. I'll post again soon.. Hopefully before this year really ends..  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-3065594625331249316?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3065594625331249316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=3065594625331249316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3065594625331249316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/3065594625331249316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-being-girl-oo.html' title='me... being girl.. o^_^o'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2003536721438587469</id><published>2006-12-23T01:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:19:41.863+07:00</updated><title type='text'>me... being such an ass..</title><content type='html'>i hurt someone today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt someone who's been nothing but a great companion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt him.. simply because i don't want to hurt him more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;for your eyes only.. *) if you read this post.. i know that my apologize will never be enough.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;however, i'm truly sorry for all the pain i've caused you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and also.. sorry for blaming you for all the things i just couldn't do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you've done nothing wrong but letting me hurt you this bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i'm such a big ass.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*) yeah, it's for you, ndi... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2003536721438587469?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2003536721438587469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2003536721438587469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2003536721438587469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2003536721438587469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-being-such-ass.html' title='me... being such an ass..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-9119689784017776533</id><published>2006-12-16T10:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:23:25.388+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>me.. and my super fantastic mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is my mom's birthday and i'm dedicating this post for her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom was born in Jakarta 47 years ago.. She married my dad on July 1984 and had me, her 1st child, a year after.. I can really say that my mom is a super cool mom.. She's been more like a best friend to me.. We tell each other everything.. Sometimes we fight, but we always make up.. My mom can be very childish at one time, and very wise at the other time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can never imagine any other mom would ask her daughter to skip classes so they could go shopping together, for example.. My mom does those kinda things sometimes.. That doesn't make her an irresponsible mom whatsoever.. It makes her fun.. and makes my friends envy me.. hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom's taught me so many things about life and showed me how to be tough no matter how hard it's treating me.. She's simply my idol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are lotta other things that i'm so proud about my mom.. No words are gonna be enough to describe her.. My Mom is absolutely the figure of a mother i wish to be someday.. It's very amazing to have her as my mother.. I can never thank God enough for that, just as i can never tell her enough how much i love her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RYNwpOfNXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdk8kyfCYLY/s1600-h/happy+bday+mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008971064132066754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 429px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="429" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RYNwpOfNXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdk8kyfCYLY/s400/happy+bday+mama.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MA..&lt;/span&gt; WISH YOU ALL THE BEST.. THANKS FOR BEING SUCH AN INCREDIBLE MOM FOR ME, OGI, AND AI &lt;em&gt;(AND NONIE.. hehehe)..&lt;/em&gt; LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-9119689784017776533?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9119689784017776533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=9119689784017776533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/9119689784017776533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/9119689784017776533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-my-super-fantastic-mom.html' title='me.. and my super fantastic mom...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9HgrYuQtXA/RYNwpOfNXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdk8kyfCYLY/s72-c/happy+bday+mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4193476120836370062</id><published>2006-12-15T17:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:28:51.919+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my nonie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>me.. talking about my baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so excited that i'm gonna spend this weekend in Jakarta.. I miss everything back home.. I guess it's a good thing to come home for a while in the middle of my hectic schedules, hope it'll recharge my spirit.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the things I hate from living away from home is that I can't be around my baby.. Yea, I've had a baby.. hehehe.. Her name is &lt;strong&gt;Nonie&lt;/strong&gt;.. She's my beloved grey-white angora cat.. I’ve had her since she was a 3 month-old kitten.. She’s a big girl now, 5 years old on last November 16, although sometimes she acts as if she were a kitten… Well, she’s more than just a cat to me, she’s my bestfriend, she’s my baby, she’s definitely a part of my family… So sad I couldn’t be home celebrating her birthday last month.. So this post is dedicated for my Nonie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nonie Loves:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;em&gt; (can’t get enough of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bread&lt;br /&gt;Sardines&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of meat&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of fish&lt;em&gt; (as long as it’s not salted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ice Cream &lt;em&gt;(especially chocolate and vanilla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;KFC&lt;em&gt; (even just the smell drives her crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Iced tea &lt;em&gt;(odd cat…huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Drinking from the sink&lt;br /&gt;Scratching couches &lt;em&gt;(makes my mom pissed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Being spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the roof at night &lt;em&gt;(seducing my neighbour’s cat..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Being scratched on her neck&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in closet, cabinet, cupboard, anything with doors.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/ilovenonie/happybdaynonie---.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/ilovenonie/happybdaynonie---.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;...my beloved Nonie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/ilovenonie/happybdaynonie---.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nonie Hates:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being yelled at &lt;em&gt;(believe it or not, she usually yells back..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Spicy foods&lt;br /&gt;Flies&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella &lt;em&gt;(dunno why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lizard&lt;br /&gt;Little kids &lt;em&gt;(she hides from them everytime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Being alone&lt;br /&gt;Bells&lt;br /&gt;Big rats &lt;em&gt;(actually, she’s embarassingly afraid of them.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Riding in car&lt;br /&gt;Her vitamins &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's all for now about my Nonie.. more post about her in the future.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIAOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-4193476120836370062?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4193476120836370062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4193476120836370062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4193476120836370062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4193476120836370062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-talking-about-my-baby.html' title='me.. talking about my baby..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1792505053512260142</id><published>2006-12-10T20:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:17:18.585+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>me.. denying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aku dan Bayangan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa harus terucap sebuah tanya&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau tahu kelu yang terasa&lt;br /&gt;Dalam malam yang menemani&lt;br /&gt;Perjumpaanku dengan sebentuk bayangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah tawaku telah menjadikannya nyata&lt;br /&gt;Dan air mataku telah membentuk rupanya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi nyata ternyata hanya di kepala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjumpaanku dengan sebentuk bayangan&lt;br /&gt;Membentangkan apa yang mereka kata&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang selalu kutepis&lt;br /&gt;Karena hanya aku yang mengerti rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjumpaanku dengan sebentuk bayangan&lt;br /&gt;Menyisakan ilusi yang indah&lt;br /&gt;Tentang mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-my comfy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;litegreen&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;maroon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; room, december 10 2006-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1792505053512260142?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1792505053512260142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1792505053512260142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1792505053512260142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1792505053512260142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-denying.html' title='me.. denying...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8620656512816325901</id><published>2006-12-08T11:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:39:11.228+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>me.. and my so-damn-sexy voice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;woke up this morning with this kinda voice.. hiks.. yeah, i've got flue.. and it's not like i don't know how i get that.. the weather's been awful lately.. very sunny and dry in the day and then non-stop heavy rain in the night.. there are so many people i know who're getting sick from this kinda weather.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for those whose voices sound just as sexy as mine.. for those who sneeze.. for those who've got red noses.. i send you my biggest simphaty.. heheheh.. &lt;strong&gt;GET WELL SOON!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8620656512816325901?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8620656512816325901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8620656512816325901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8620656512816325901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8620656512816325901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-my-so-damn-sexy-voice.html' title='me.. and my so-damn-sexy voice...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2410357185135105334</id><published>2006-12-01T17:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:29:28.620+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>me.. on a high..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;huahhhh... i'm so happy!!! finally i have internet connection in my room.. no need to spend hours in warnet again.. hihihii.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this morning, Andin, Ida, and I, went to SMUN 5 Bandung to do some research for our Media Literacy Project.. While waiting for the principal, we wandered around the school.. The building's so amazing.. with its antiquated architectures.. such as very high ceiling, huge windows and doors, etc.. my friends actually found the atmosphere's a bit creepy.. hehehe.. but since i've got huge interest in old buildings, i didn't sense anything wrong.. huahh.. i love the school.. the building.. the atmosphere.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and suddenly i miss being high school student.. i had such a great time back in high school.. made great friends also.. if only i could turn back time just for a day.. i'd come back to one of those days.. just to smile again and then freeze the memories forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;missing my high school buddies rite now.. missing esti, pipiet, lani, shita, alfred, jack, magma, ichad, dhechan, dewi, dwita, arina, nophe, adhek, and everybody whose face and story stays inside my head.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;under the big chapter of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;High School Memory&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2410357185135105334?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2410357185135105334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2410357185135105334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2410357185135105334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2410357185135105334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-on-high.html' title='me.. on a high..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2858124446891413039</id><published>2006-11-29T19:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:31:13.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>me... short posting..</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.. Lotta things happened in the past few weeks.. But here I am.. as good as new.. at the end of  November  (almost the end, i mean) .. So far this November's been pretty kind to me.. I've got TONS of things to be thankful and to be celebrated.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway, people keep saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that which doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger&lt;/span&gt;... Well, i think that's pretty much true.. Been there.. Done that.. And guess what, I'm alive.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stronger than ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably it for now.. I've got lotta assignments and research to do.. Post again later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2858124446891413039?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2858124446891413039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2858124446891413039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2858124446891413039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2858124446891413039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-short-posting.html' title='me... short posting..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2671894117178770492</id><published>2006-11-11T22:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:32:33.786+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>me... leaving you for a while... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANGAN KIRIMI AKU PUISI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kirimi aku puisi&lt;br /&gt;Aku jengah dengan kata&lt;br /&gt;Tentang rasa&lt;br /&gt;Tentang hati&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang bukan rasaku&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang bukan hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kirimi aku puisi&lt;br /&gt;Terpejam sebelah mata&lt;br /&gt;pun dapat kuraba&lt;br /&gt;Rangkai bias tanpa arti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kirimi aku puisi&lt;br /&gt;Imaji yang kulihat sejak melek mata&lt;br /&gt;Sampai ku berkubang di dalamnya&lt;br /&gt;Melekat walaupun sudah berkali-kali mandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirimi aku bintang jika langit meminjamkan!!&lt;br /&gt;Hanya&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kirimi aku puisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-jtnangor, 9th November 2006-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;on my comfy &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;litegreen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maroon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2671894117178770492?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2671894117178770492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2671894117178770492&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2671894117178770492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2671894117178770492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-leaving-you-for-while.html' title='me... leaving you for a while... =)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1162383437446154353</id><published>2006-11-09T21:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:33:06.555+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>me... singing the same song over and over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Couple days ago, i was at my friend’s car when he suddenly turned up the volume of the mp3 player and started to sing along.. I’d never heard the song before.. After following a line or two.. I started to laugh out loud.. It’s one of the songs from Pop Circus (the latest album from Project Pop) entitled Ngancem.. Since it’s Project Pop’s, I guess it’s supposed to be funny.. But this one, I found the lyric was so hilarious.. My friend kept repeating the song over and over.. and I just couldn’t stop laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m posting the lyric here so you could picture it, though you’ve still got to hear the song your self... You might not find it that funny.. But I don’t know.. for me and my friend that night on the car all the way to Bandung (escaping the black out in this middle of nowhere called Jatinangor), the song was very funny.. Uhmm.. Probably because we associated it with one little story we’re kinda familliar with.. Hehehehehe.. Again, I don’t know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngancem - Project Pop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kalau nanti kau jadi pacar temanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hati-hati dengan kupingku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jika sampai ku dengar kamu selingkuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hindari jumpa denganku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kalau nanti kau jadi pacar temanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hati-hati dengan mataku ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jika sampai ku lihat wajahnya murung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kupanggil orang sekampung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;***aku sudah lebih dahulu coba jadi pacarnya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tapi ku ditolak melulu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cuma bisa jadi sahabatnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kalau nanti kau jadi pacar temanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hati-hati jaga dirinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dia terluka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kau pasti merana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kalau nanti kau jadi pacar temanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hati-hati dengan hidungku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jika sampai ku cium hidung belangmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ku belahkan hidung aslimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jika nanti temanku jadi pacarmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hati-hati dengan matanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kalau sampai dia nangis karna ulahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ku cukur sebelah alismu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jika kau bosan jadi pacar temanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jangan coba kau buang dirinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kembalikan dia kepadaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kembalikan dia kepadaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kembalikan dia kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm... it still makes me laugh every single time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after a very exciting class about Semiotics, I spent long hours doing the “take home” exam with my friends. And right when I felt I was about to explode, my friend Danan called (he’s the friend i’ve mentioned before at the beginning of this post__&lt;em&gt;see..I write down your name on my blog..&lt;/em&gt; ), he said he was bored to death and then we decided to go to Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we thought we’d grab a fine dinner at Sierra. But half the way there, i suddenly felt like watching movie.. Hehehe.. So we went to Paris van Java, the new spot located in Sukajadi. I’d been there two times before, watching Departed and Devil Wears Prada. The place’s got Blitz Megaplex with its 9 big theaters and a very cozy atmosphere.. I really like it there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without considering Danan’s desire to watch Kuntilanak (&lt;em&gt;hehehe.. sorry babe, you know i never like horrors&lt;/em&gt;), we watched The Guardian.. The story’s about United States Coast Guards, starring Kevin Costner and Ashton Kutcher.. Hmm.. Ashton Kutcher’s so damn pretty, &lt;em&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;.. (&lt;em&gt;Lucky you, Demi!&lt;/em&gt; ) hehehe.. Overall the movie’s not bad.. We had quite a good time.. The movie finished past midnight and we both walked out the theater trying hard not to scream..HUNGRY!!!! Hehehehe.. We grabbed a bite at CabeRawit, the one in Ciumbuleuit, and then we went home.. Sleepy yet happy.. Hehehehe.. Thanks for the fine night,pal.. Hope it cheered you up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just fine... I went to an interesting discussion this afternoon, What Killed The Newspaper, it was basicly about the vanishing newspaper nowadays.. After that, i met few friends and then we went to eat.. I met somene who’s completely ruined my “just fine day”.. Someone who’s trying to cut me out of his life for a silly reason.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, could you just grow up and be a man??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough from me.. I bet no one’s reading these craps anyway.. &lt;em&gt;Da svidaniya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1162383437446154353?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1162383437446154353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1162383437446154353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1162383437446154353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1162383437446154353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-singing-same-song-over-and-over.html' title='me... singing the same song over and over..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1883630793259263206</id><published>2006-11-07T18:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:33:33.307+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>me.. trying hard to keep my sanity..</title><content type='html'>This week’s just started.. but it’s already been a very busy one.. Tons of assignments to do.. *sigh*.. It feels like my head could explode anytime soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention since I’m about to resign from my work.. it’s my responsibility to train the new person who’s gonna replace me.. while doing my routines as well.. ughh.. It’s Tuesday and already I just can’t wait for Saturday night to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, at least being busy keeps me away from thinking about unimportant subjects.. Such as life, and how awful it’s been treating me lately.. huehehehe.. I’m not complaining.. It’s just like the new roadsign I’ve got on my car.. “LIFE ISN”T FAIR.. GET OVER IT..” I bought that solely because I thought it’d be cool.. Hope I doesn’t sound too cynical.. In fact, I do hate cynics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've promised my ‘unbelievably annoying’ bestfriend &lt;em&gt;(sorry for using that phrase, bro.. =p)&lt;/em&gt; that I will put the lyrics of these songs on my blog.. So here they are… ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five for Fighting - Superman (It's not easy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I’m just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even Heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even Heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away…away from me&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m not crazy…or anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt - You're Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;fuckiing high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1883630793259263206?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1883630793259263206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1883630793259263206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1883630793259263206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1883630793259263206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-trying-hard-to-keep-my-sanity.html' title='me.. trying hard to keep my sanity..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4026280768261573228</id><published>2006-11-03T22:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:33:59.754+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>me... missing him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last night i had that dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the same dream i had when you left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i woke up trembling and frightened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that was when i realized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could never lose you twice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(written in a loving memory of Thomas Rasja Farrez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm wondering... bisa ga yah sahabat gw itu tau apa yang gw tulisin di blog ini dari alam nya yang lain di sana.. Karena gw pengen bilang sama dia kalo gw kangennnn banget sama dia.. i know it might seem unbelievably stupid.. but here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear Thomas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's been.. what.. almost 3 years now.. and that's how long i've been missing you.. gw pengen cerita2 sama lo lagi.. gw pengen becanda2 sama lo lagi.. gw pengen cela2an sama lo lagi.. gw pengen sama lo.. tadi pagi gw ngeberesin kamar gw dan ga sengaja nemu fotolo.. foto lo, gw, sama adit di DUFAN.. gw nangis.. pasti lo ngetawain gw kalo lo liat.. pasti lo ngatain gw cengeng.. tapi tetep pasti lo bakal meluk gw kalo gw nangis.. kayak dulu.. iya kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh kunyuk, lo tau ga.. gw sempet marah sama lo.. knapa lo ga crita semuanya sama gw? knapa lo simpen semua itu sendiri?? knapa gw ga tau apa2 sampe semuanya udah terlambat???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tapi sekarang ironisnya, baru setelah gw ngerasain berada di posisi yang nyaris sama kayak lo dulu, gw ngerti kenapa lo ga cerita sama gw.. gw ngerti.. karena lo sayang sama gw.. karena lo selalu sayang sama gw.. iya kan?? lo ga mau bikin gw khawatir kan.. lo ga mau bikin gw takut.. karena gw terlalu sayang sama lo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nyuk, gw sekarang sama kayak lo dulu.. dan gw pengen banget bisa crita sama lo.. karena lo pasti tau persis gimana rasanya.. gimana takutnya ga punya cukup waktu.. damn, THOMAS!!! coba lo ada di sini.. skarang..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gw ga pengen ngerasa takut.. tapi gw takut.. bangett.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.. gimana rasanya di sana? bodoh ya pertanyaan gw.. hehehe.. lo main2 dong ke mimpi gw.. atau kirimin gw &lt;strong&gt;postcard from heaven&lt;/strong&gt; kek kayak judul lagunya Lighthouse Family.. hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thomas.. baik2 yah di sana.. someday we'll meet again.. gw sayang dan kangen banget sama lo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, nisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gw berharap.. somehow, dia baca tulisan ini.. konyol emang.. tapi gw ga peduli..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-4026280768261573228?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4026280768261573228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4026280768261573228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4026280768261573228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4026280768261573228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-missing-him.html' title='me... missing him...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5623383828148490357</id><published>2006-10-28T21:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:34:24.877+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>me... at the end of holiday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huahh... Time does fly when you're having fun.. Gak krasa banget liburan lebaran udah abis..bis..bis..! Senin lusa udah mulai kuliah lagi.. Udah mesti siap2 midtest.. Udah mesti ngadepin tugas2 lagi.. Hiks..hiks..hiks.. Padahal baru ngerasain seru2nya liburan pas di akhir2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini... jalan sama my girlfriends back in high school dulu.. Pipiet, Lani, n Shita (harusnya tambah Esti... hehehe.. next time ya, sti..) Seru banget.. curhat2an.. ngegosip (yeah, we're girls!).. shopping (again, girls!).. Pokonya seneng lahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/ilovenonie/Saycheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left to right : Lani, Shita, Me, Pipiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dan.. kalo udah ngumpul.. yang ga mungkin lupa ya.. photo session.. huhuhu.. Jepret.. jepret.. dari mulai pake digicam ampe pake kamera hape.. Sampe diliatin sama orang2.. Bodo amatttt!!! Huhuhuhu... Buat yang tadi sore ada di J.Co Plasa Semanggi dan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; berat sama kelakuan empat cewe aneh banci kamera yang ga tau malu... Maap yahh.. *peace!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Besok gw balik ke Bandung (or Jatinangor to be exact =p).. Hmm.. Lotta things've been waiting for me back there.. and lotta people also.. huahuahua.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hello kamuuu.. yg lagi nyengir2 baca postingan ini.. iye2 tenang ajah.. i'll keep my promise..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmmm.. bingung euy mau nulis apa lagi yahhh... Karena gw bingung,berikut ini dengan kurang berkaitan dengan tulisan di atas, gw taro foto gw dan Shita waktu lagi jadi penerima tamu di resepsi kawinannya Wino (Lani's brother).. Gw sangat teramat gak pede dengan make up super tebel yang membuat gw merasa rada2 kayak mau mejeng di Taman Lawang.. huhuhu.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/ilovenonie/withmasais.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left to right: Mas Ais, Me, Shita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anak kecil ndut ganteng dan lucuuuu bgt yang gw gendong itu namannya Mas Ais (Lani's nephew).. Sumpah itu anak lucu bangett.. Pasti kalo udah gede bakal ganteng banget dehh (mupenk ganjen).. Kira2 kalo dia udah gede mau gak yah sama gw??? huehehehe.. Kalo dia gede?? gw udah tante2 kali yeee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5623383828148490357?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5623383828148490357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5623383828148490357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5623383828148490357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5623383828148490357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-at-end-of-holiday.html' title='me... at the end of holiday..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-7242737016910691922</id><published>2006-10-23T22:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:34:53.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special events'/><title type='text'>me... menyambut Idhul Fitri... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar Allahhu Akbar&lt;br /&gt;Allahu Akbar Walillahilham…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah, ga berenti2 gw denger suara takbir dimana2 dari ba’da maghrib tadi.. Malem takbiran tahun ini bener2 indah banget buat gw.. Sempet2 muter2 Jakarta juga tadi sama sodara2 gw.. Nikmatin hiruk pikuknya konvoy dimana2..Pawai dimana2.. Sepintas mirip suasana malem taun baru.. Tapi bedanya, malam ini nyanyian Takbir yang berkumandang dimana2.. Subhanallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah gitu, pas gw balik ke rumah ternyata bokap udah masang obor banyak banget di halaman rumah gw.. Baguuuussss bangeeetttt.. Cahaya obor2 di malam hari plus suara takbir yang ga putus2 itu nyiptain suasana yang syahdu bangett.. I shed a tear.. Rasanya Allah begitu dekat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Besok Lebaran.. Saat yang dinanti2kan stelah sebulan menahan diri dari nafsu.. Saatnya merayakan kemenangan itu.. (buat yang menaaang… hehehe..) Saatnya menikmati enaknya ketupat, sayur, opor ayam, semur, rendang, sambel goreng, dan apapun yang dimasak ibu atau istri anda di rumah..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudah2an kita semua ‘terlahir’ kembali menjadi manusia yang lebih baik.. Dan semoga tahun depan kita semua masih diberi nikmat umur untuk ketemu lagi sama indahnya Ramadhan.. dan nikmatnya Lebaran.. Amin..Amin Allahuma Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm..ehm.. Nisa mengucapkan &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Idhul Fitri… Semoga amal ibadah Ramadhan kita diterima oleh Allah Subhaanahuwata’ala...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohon maaf yang sebesar2nya buat semua kesalahan (yang disengaja) dan kekhilafan (yang ga disengaja) gw.. Maaf buat kata2 yang menyakitkan.. Buat becandaan yang kelewatan.. Buat celaan yang menusuk hati.. Manusia ga ada yang sempurna.. Marilah kita saling memaafkan biar ga ada lagi dendam dan penyakit hati lainnya &lt;em&gt;nangkring&lt;/em&gt; di hati kita.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, berhubung operator GSM tampaknya sudah mulai nge-hang.. Jadi gw ga tau apakah semua sms Lebaran yang gw kirim bener2 sampe ke setiap orang.. Buat yang belum terima sms dari gw.. Mohon maaf.. Percayalah, mungkin sms dari gw itu lagi nyasar2 nyari lokasi handphone lo.. Atau coba2 dateng ke rumah tetangga lo, pinjem hapenya, trus cek inboxnya.. mungkin sms gw nyasar kesitu.. hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Eid Mubarak, Everyone!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-7242737016910691922?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7242737016910691922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=7242737016910691922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7242737016910691922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7242737016910691922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-menyambut-idhul-fitri.html' title='me... menyambut Idhul Fitri... =)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8862272569024371011</id><published>2006-10-22T02:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:35:19.364+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>me... melawan nyamuk2 nakal..</title><content type='html'>Adalah rapuh yang menisik helai demi helai&lt;br /&gt;tanyaku untuknya&lt;br /&gt;Adalah sunyi yang menjadi temannya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan bisu yang membuatnya&lt;br /&gt;tak terkata&lt;br /&gt;Bukan beku yang merubahnya&lt;br /&gt;menjadi satir tanpa cela&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian nelangsa mempertegas raut duka&lt;br /&gt;hingga ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(di tengah macetnya Jakartaku, 20-10-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately kok gw lagi lumayan produktif nulis yahh.. dan karena mood untuk bikin coret2an isi kepala itu datengnya ga liat2 waktu.. benda yang paling sering jadi media temporernya ya hp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sekarang jadi bertanya2 sendiri apa jadinya kalo tawaran untuk nerbitin tulisan2 gw itu datangnya sekarang... bukan waktu itu di saat gw lagi di manja sama kenyamanan yang bikin rasa dan isi kepala gw jadi tumpul.. Mungkin..oh mungkin.. gw bakal jadi penulis beneran... Yahh, ternyata bener yang namanya kesempatan itu belum tentu dateng dua kali.. Masalahnya, seperti juga mood nulis gw yang kadang ga terduga kapan munculnya.. tawaran berharga juga suka dateng di saat2 yang paling tidak diharapkan.. Yasu lah yaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit ga nyambung sama tulisan di atas (sedikit???), gw mau meratapi udara di Jakarta yang sekarang sumpaahhh lagi panas2nya.. Bolak-balik ganti baju yang basah sama keringat (tapi gak bau lohh..).. Bolak-balik kamar mandi buat cuci muka (walaupun bahkan airnya pun gak segerrrr!).. Rajin mandi.. (bayangin..gw??rajin mandi??).. Bolak-balik buka pintu kulkas buat ngadem... Hhhh.. ABCDE!!!! Aduh Bo' Capey Deee Eyke... (njrittt.. apa2an nih gw mendadak dangdut..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi terlepas dari panasnya Jakarta (iya iyaaa.. masih lebih panas Neraka kok..) .. yang lebih mengganggu adalah NYAMUKKKKK... Nyamuk banyak banget dimana2.. Sumpah nyamuknya udah kayak setann... Jangan2 gara2 selama bulan puasa katanya semua setan dibelenggu.. Setan2 itu mengutus nyamuk2 untuk ngeggantiin mereka mengganggu umat manusia di muka bumi ini... Ughhh, tidaaakkkkkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(postingan gw makin ke bawah kok makin gak jelas yaaa...???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8862272569024371011?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8862272569024371011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8862272569024371011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8862272569024371011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8862272569024371011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-melawan-nyamuk2-nakal.html' title='me... melawan nyamuk2 nakal..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5125136762872598343</id><published>2006-10-21T00:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:37:01.529+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>me... in the haze of the night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/ilovenonie/kepadamalam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/ilovenonie/kepadamalam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dulu gw selalu menganggap bahwa gw adalah seorang "morning person" alias lebih produktif di pagi hari .. Cukup logis juga mengingat biasanya pagi2 gw masih fresh.. Otak pun biasanya bisa kerja maksimal karena udah istirahat sejak malem sbelomnya.. Apalagi ditemenin secangkir kopi yang masih mengepul2 wangi.. nikmat.. Apa pun bisa lah gw &lt;em&gt;jabanin&lt;/em&gt; di pagi hari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi.. ternyata sekarang gw berubah 180 derajat.. Now i'm definetely a night person.. Entah sejak kapan persisnya kebiasaan istirahat malem gw mulai terganggu.. Sedikit demi sedikit mulai jadi kebiasaan.. Sampai akhirnya.. kebiasaan itu sekarang udah jadi penyakit buat gw.. Gw ga meng-claim diri gw sebagai penderita insomnia.. Karena nyatanya gw bisa banget tidur dengan nyenyaknya persis kebo gendut yang kebanyakan makan keju &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(loh? kok keju? tanya kenapa...)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Cuma gw ga bisa lagi tidur di malam hari.. Paling cepet sehari-hari gw baru bisa tidur itu sekitar jam 5 pagi.. yah, ba'da sholat shubuh lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang sekali saudara2ku... kuliah dan kerjaan gw ga mendukung pola waktu istirahat gw yang kacau itu.. Alhasil, gw sangat sering kesiangan kuliah pagi.. atau terngantuk2 waktu meeting sama orang.. Mengganggu banget.. Gw udah berkali2 nyoba ngerubah pola tidur itu.. Tapi so far, belum bisa.. Semakin gw memaksa badan gw untuk tidur lebih cepet.. Mata ini semakin bandel melek terus gak mau diajak kompromi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi.. sejauh ini yang bisa gue lakuin cuma mengoptimalkan jam tidur gw yang sangat minim itu.. dan juga mencuri2 waktu buat tidur siang kalo emang memungkinkan di sela2 kegiatan gw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. mungkin gw harus mempertimbangkan nyari kerjaan yang jam kerjanya malem kali yah.. Tapi berapa banyak sih kerjaan buat cw yang jam kerjanya malem dan gak berkonotasi negatif? hehehehe... Atau mungkin gw bisa coba2 ngelamar jadi satpam kali yeee.. Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*) kenapa?? &lt;em&gt;biar keren aja...&lt;/em&gt;&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/5787334816058621096-5125136762872598343?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5125136762872598343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5125136762872598343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5125136762872598343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5125136762872598343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-in-haze-of-night.html' title='me... in the haze of the night...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-1874335206519524327</id><published>2006-10-20T15:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:37:36.640+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so-called-poem'/><title type='text'>me... biting the bullet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nyanyikan aku lagu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yang merapal perih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sebuah ironi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dalam bahagia yang tak nyata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bacakan aku sajakmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yang meredam tawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ke dalam kebisingan jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tiada habisnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Adakah kau ditiupkan angin padaku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ataukah hanya kegelisahan tak berkesudahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yang menanti untuk diakhiri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;***here i am...biting the bullet***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-1874335206519524327?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1874335206519524327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=1874335206519524327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1874335206519524327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/1874335206519524327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-biting-bullet.html' title='me... biting the bullet...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5458718964107465532</id><published>2006-10-19T21:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:38:24.472+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>me... again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;here i am.. back in to this whole blogging things.. ternyata gw memang butuh sesuatu untuk mencurahkan pikiran &amp;amp; prasaan gw.. and share them with the world.. terlepas dari apakah dunia mau tau apa yang gw pikirin dan gw rasain.. hehehehe.. i don't care..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmm.. malam ini gw ngerasa sakit.. entah kapan terakhir kalinya gw ngerasa sakit seperti ini.. rasanya perih banget.. tapi yang lebih menyakitkan adalah.. gw tau ga ada yang bisa gw lakuin untuk ngilangin rasa sakit ini... karena sakit ini akibat dari perbuatan gw sendiri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dalam ke-"putus-asa"-an gw.. tangan ini ternyata ngambil handphone.. tik..tak..tuk.. ketik sms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- write new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ternyata ga enak yah sakit hati.. mending sakit maag aja deh gw.. :'( "&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--send&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--message delivered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--new message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"sakit hati knapa? ada apa nis? ya emang ga enak.. tapi jgn sakit maag jg.. apalagi gara2 mnm kopi :).. lo kenapa?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--reply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dan sms demi sms pun terkirimlah.. sampai seorang teman itu mengirimkan kata2 yang membuat nafas gw terhenti sebentar.. sedetik.. dua detik.. tiga detik... fiuhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Pedih itu dihapus saja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jangan biarkan diendap dan dirangkul di hatimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hidup seperti kertas penuh isi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kertas yang dinoktah berbagai tinta penuh warna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aku ingin kau hiasi kertas itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agar tak tergores sesak dengan rangkai tak terbaca..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Subhanallah gw punya teman sperti itu... dan lagi2 sms demi sms dikirim dan dibalas.. pertanyaan-pertanyaan terjawab.. dan rasa perih ini seperti ditempeli bongkahan-bongkahan es batu.. sejuk.. gak menyembuhkan memang.. tapi membuat nyaman..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Padahal ironisnya, sebelumnya belum pernah skalipun gw curhat sama dia.. hubungan kita cuma sebatas becanda-an dan saling ngegodain aja.. Gw rada takut untuk dekat sama dia.. karena seorang teman gw ini tipikal sosok yang sangat idealis dengan pemikiran2 yang rumit dan kadang &lt;em&gt;nyeleneh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ga pernah kpikiran sama skali.. di saat gw ngerasa down sperti ini.. ternyata gw justru sms dia.. gw justru 'ngadu' sama dia.. dan ajaibnya, dia berhasil buat gw tersenyum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seperti dua kata terakhir yang jadi penutup di sms terakhirnya malam ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"tetap tersenyum"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam ini.. ternyata bukan cuma gw dikasi kesempatan lagi untuk ngerasain rasa sakit yang gw udah nyaris lupa gimana rasanya... tapi gw juga dikasi kesempatan buat menemukan persahabatan.. di saat yang sama sekali ga pernah gw bayangin sebelumnya.. &lt;em&gt;Grazie!!!&lt;/em&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5458718964107465532?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5458718964107465532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5458718964107465532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5458718964107465532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5458718964107465532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-again.html' title='me... again..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2293906363403995267</id><published>2003-11-22T22:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:36:32.439+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special events'/><title type='text'>bikin kue yuks...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Wah.. gak kerasa bulan puasa udah mau abis.. yg artinya Lebaran udah di depan mata... Huhu.. Pastinya repot banget di rumah.. Ditunjang oleh faktor pembantu gw pada mudik juga tentunya.. Yang ada jadi bagi2 tugas sama nyokap dan adek2 gw untuk urusan bersih2 rumah, bikin kue, masak, dsb... Gw kbagian job bikin kue taun ini.. Nyokap gw bener2 udah 'lepas tangan' dan paling banter cuman bantuin nyicipin doang!! huhuhu... Jadilah gw ampe begadang2 bikin kue seminggu terakhir ini... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nih gw bagi2 resep kue kering favorit gw... Rasanya?? Hmm... Coba aja bikin.. Dijamin enak deh! =P Atau maen aja ke rmh gw kalo mau nyicipin.. ;p&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;strong&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cookies kopi rempah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&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;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahan2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. 200 gram campuran margarin dan roombutter Wijsmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. 250 gram tepung terigu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. 150 gram gula putih halus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. 2 sendok makan kopi bubuk instan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. 1 sendok makan bubuk kayu manis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. 1 butir kuning telur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. 2 sendok makan susu bubuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. mentega buat ngoles secukupnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cara bikinnya:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- kocok bahan nomor 1-7 sampe rata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- ambil 1/2 sendok makan adonan, buat bentuk persegi panjang tipis di loyang yg udah dioles tipis2 pake mentega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- jangan terlalu rapet2 nyusun kue di loyangnya, soalnya kuenya bakal melebar stelah mateng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- buat garukan garpu di atasnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- panggang di oven sampe kecoklatan. &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;Nah, gampang banget kan bikinnya?? At least dibanding kastengels,nastar,dan kue2 laen yg gw bikin, ini termasuk yg paling simple buatnya.. =D Btw, ini jadi kue favorit gw ya gara2 gampangnya itu! Hehehe.. gak denk.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2293906363403995267?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2293906363403995267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2293906363403995267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2293906363403995267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2293906363403995267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/11/bikin-kue-yuks.html' title='bikin kue yuks...!!'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-8824563557510249800</id><published>2003-11-22T00:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:35:22.013+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>my soul type</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt; my soul type... &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;em&gt;*katanya si kelly2 ini sihh_huhu siapa dia yaks!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz/soul/images/passion.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your soul type&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/" target="new"&gt;kelly.moranweb.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;am i passionate?????&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;huhuhu.. gak bangeeeetttt!!!=P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-8824563557510249800?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8824563557510249800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=8824563557510249800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8824563557510249800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/8824563557510249800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-soul-type.html' title='my soul type'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5398106356745536709</id><published>2003-11-18T00:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:34:46.886+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pda'/><title type='text'>Firasat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;....Firasat....&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Marcell-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kemarin kulihat awan membentuk wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desau angin meniupkan namamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubuhku terpaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam bulan sabit melengkungkan seyummu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabur bintang serupa kilau auramu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun sadari ku segera berlari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cepat pulang cepat kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pergi lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firasatku ingin kau 'tuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cepat pulang cepat kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pergi lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya bagai sungai yang mendamba samudera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutahu pasti kemana kan ku bermuara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga ada waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangku kupercaya alam pun berbahasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada makna di balik semua pertanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firasat ini tanda rindukah ataukah tanda bahaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak peduli ku terus berlari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan lihatlah sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujan turun membasahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seolah ku berair mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun sadari engkaulah firasat hati&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/491636/wawa.jpg" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;kalo yang ini &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://wawa.bloggenville.com/"&gt;firasat hati&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gw... huhuhu.. kocak yaahh.. uuhh.. i miss him so much.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5398106356745536709?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5398106356745536709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5398106356745536709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5398106356745536709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5398106356745536709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/11/blog-post.html' title='Firasat'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4284954053251096476</id><published>2003-11-17T00:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:34:01.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>poto cw2 sakit jiwa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Huhuhu.. Tumben2an gw mosting poto yaks.. Ini poto gw ama temen2 gw anak FIKOM Unpad di &lt;strong&gt;Bandung Super Mall&lt;/strong&gt;.. Gaya mah udah sip dah.. Brasa jadi finalis covergirl majalah abege aja! huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/491636/fb2.jpg" width="255" height="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-dr bwh ke atas-&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt; line 1: &lt;strong&gt;Uwhie&lt;/strong&gt;; line 2(ki-ka): &lt;strong&gt;Tiwi,Shinta&lt;/strong&gt;; line 3(ki-ka): &lt;strong&gt;Diyan, gw, Cita&lt;/strong&gt;; line 4(ki-ka): &lt;strong&gt;Uty, Novi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang minat??? huhuhu.. iklan! Tapi yg masih available tinggal &lt;em&gt;Cita, Novi, &amp;amp; Tiwi&lt;/em&gt;... yg laen udah laku..!!! huhuhuh =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-4284954053251096476?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4284954053251096476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4284954053251096476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4284954053251096476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4284954053251096476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/11/poto-cw2-sakit-jiwa.html' title='poto cw2 sakit jiwa..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4155929682683070564</id><published>2003-11-15T22:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:33:31.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>enaknya di rumah</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;wah.. udah 3 hari gw di rumah.. rasanya enak banget!!! mulai dari dimasakin macem2 makanan fav gw sama nyokap *yummmieee!!!*, bisa bangun siang, ketemu sama sahabat2 gw.. smuanya menyenangkan banget deh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kemaren malem gw pergi ke Kafe Tenda Semanggi sama Shita, Pipiet, Lani, Jack &amp;amp; Alfred.. tons of story to share with 'em.. Kita makan sambil chit-chat di Cina Box.. gw baru pertama kali makan di situ dan ternyata lumayan yummie juga makanannya.. Seneng banget ketemu mereka lagi.. dan kita yg cw2 dah ngerencanain buat nginep bareng minggu depan.. hmm.. kebayang deh serunya smaleman ngobrol2 &amp;amp; bcanda2.. gak tidur.. perang bantal.. gelitik2an.. dsb.. Baru nyadar selama ini gw bener2 kangen sama mereka.. huhuhu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm kalo hari ini gw ngapain yahh.. tadi pagi bangun tdr ceting sama Wawa.. trus mandi n pergi sama tante gw.. beli kulkas terus nyari2 kancing sama renda yg lucu2 buat bikin baju boneka (tante gw jago bikin boneka_red).. Trus sore2 Thomas nelp dari New Haven.. Udah lama banget gak ngobrol sama si kampring satu itu.. Kasian dia gak bisa pulang pas Lebaran.. hehehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan barusan aja gw dapet sms dari Pipiet, ngasi tau dia baru aja putus sama cowoknya.. Mudah2an emang itu yg terbaik buat dia.. untung gw lagi di sini jadi bisa nghibur dia dan nyemangatin.. buat cari cowok baru!! hahaha.. just kiddin'..=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ocean21.com.cn/photos/education-fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-tenang aja, Piet.. kalo kata tetangga gw, "masih banyak ikan di empang.. eh.. di lautan!!" saaahhh.. gedubrakk! =P-&lt;/center&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;&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;Yasu, mau bobhok nihhh... hhhhhuuuaaaaammmm *critanya nguap*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-4155929682683070564?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4155929682683070564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=4155929682683070564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4155929682683070564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/4155929682683070564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/11/enaknya-di-rumah-wah.html' title='enaknya di rumah'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5148243010639192479</id><published>2003-11-14T23:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:32:34.567+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>i guess what i wanted was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I guess what I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd stay with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those hands vowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never to leave my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not loving in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jewel Kilcher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crimsonbird.com/poetry/jewel.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;em&gt;A Night Without Armor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5148243010639192479?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5148243010639192479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5148243010639192479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5148243010639192479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5148243010639192479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-guess-what-i-wanted-was.html' title='i guess what i wanted was...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2498216158473230364</id><published>2003-11-13T00:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:31:52.110+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>"abang-adek" is it for real??</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Hmmm.. lo smua pasti pada tau kan model sobatan kyk judul di atas itu.. Yup, intinya sih antara cowo ama cw sobatan dgn memposisikan si cowok sbg "abang" dan si cw sbg "adek", meskipun mungkin jg sbaliknya..  Biasanya juga disertai dgn embel2 panggilan "abang" dan "adek" itu td..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gw pribadi ngerasain dilemma ttg masalah itu.. di satu pihak, gw pernah ngerasain model sobatan kyk gini yang buntut2nya bikin gw kecewa bgt karena si "abang" ternyata gak pure sobatan ama gw alias ada udang di balik tong sampah.. &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;Tapi itu udah crita lama.. Dan skarang.. gw sobatan sama seorang cowo, sebut aja X, udah lumayan lama dan kita cukup deket,curhat2an,cela2an,sgala macem deh.. through good &amp;amp; bad times.. Dan suddenly, sikap X ke gw mulai brubah jd lebih protective dan pratian dari pada sbelomnya, tanpa ba bi bu dia jadi manggil gw dgn embel2 "adek"..  gw gak tau angin apa yg bikin dia gtu.. Yah, intinya tuh dia nganggep dirinya sbg kakak gw gtu deh yg kudu ngejagain gw dll... &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;Lain halnya kalo misalnya emang dari dulu dia udah b'sikap kayak gtu sama gw, mungkin gw ga bakal terheran2 lagi.. Masalahnya dulu2 tuh X gak gtu2 amat ke gw.. duh jadi bingung..&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://noahchurches.org/personal/pictures/brother%20and%20sister.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;kalo ini siy emang abang-adek beneran kali yahh?? hehehe.. abisnya mirip.. &lt;/em&gt;=P - &lt;/center&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;Sebenernya gw rada gak nyaman dgn kondisi kyk gini, mnurut gw kalo emang niatnya sobatan ya udah lah gak usah pake embel2 macem2.. Tapi gimanapun juga gw ga tau 'isi kepala'nya X dan gw ngerasa gak fair kalo gw men"generalisasi"kan smua hubungan "abang-adek" bakal berakhir sperti crita gw di jaman dulu itu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So... gimana dong??   *bingung mode*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2498216158473230364?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2498216158473230364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2498216158473230364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2498216158473230364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2498216158473230364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/11/abang-adek-is-it-for-real-hmmm.html' title='&quot;abang-adek&quot; is it for real??'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-2551155114152071245</id><published>2003-10-16T12:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:30:51.910+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>ini hari kamis,loh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so what,yah!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;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;Aduh gw lg sumpek nihhh... tugas2 banyaaakkk skaliiiiiiy... hiks..hiks.. Wahai bapak+ibu dosen2ku tercinta... knapa siy kalian doyan beneeerrr ngasi tugas.. Padahal uts dah di depan mata.. Kapan blajarnya dong kalo waktunya kepake buat ngerjain tugas teruss?? Fiuhhh.. ayo Nisa ga boleh ngeluh teruss!! ayo semangatttt.. inget yahhh.. semangattt!!! &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kmaren &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wawa-ku &lt;/em&gt;ulang taun ke-20&lt;/strong&gt;.. Wah.. sudah tua yaaa!!! hehehehe.. =P Knapa yah slama ini gw mikirnya kalo udah umur 20-an ke atas tuh kayaknya dah tuaaa gitu.. haha.. Padahal dua taun lagi juga gw 20 taun.. Brarti dua taun lagi gw udah tua dong??!!! Huaa.. No!! Ugh.. Apa siy gw aneh banget ga jelas.. Maap,yah.. Mungkin stres gara2 pusing ngerjain tugas.. ^^Y *piss* &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.. hari ini adek gw,&lt;em&gt;Shaugi a.k.a Ogie&lt;/em&gt;, ulang taun yg ke-15.. &lt;em&gt;Met ultah ya, bro! Wish you all the best deh pokoknyah... Jangan kbanyakan maen n ngegombalin cw2,yah.. cukup sudah daftar panjang cw2 'korban' ke-&lt;em&gt;playboy&lt;/em&gt;-an lo! &lt;/em&gt;hahaha.. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... Yasu lah.. Mau berkutat dengan tugasku lagi... Biar cepet selese ngumpulin bahannya trus kluar dari warnet cupu ini.. huhuhuw.. Abis ini mau ngedatengin warung2 rokok pinggir jalan buat ngisi questionaire pengembangan usaha kecil... wismilak!! *^_^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-2551155114152071245?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2551155114152071245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=2551155114152071245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2551155114152071245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/2551155114152071245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/10/ini-hari-kamisloh.html' title='ini hari kamis,loh..'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-7883210197534339601</id><published>2003-10-03T18:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:30:02.940+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>story from the middle of nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Haiiiiiiiii... tampaknya gw mecahin rekor baru terlama "nyuekin" blog gw ini yah... huhuhuhw.. Untuk berbagai pihak yg udah rindu.. maab2 niy.. =P Bukannya gw kagak cintee.. Cuman emang sikon udah beda.. Slain gw emang masih dlm tahap 'adaptasi' sama smua-muanya yg serba baru.. Warnetnya ga ada yg se'pewe' Obelix,warnet ksayangan gw di Jakarta.. Yah maklumlah.. di desa gini.. hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ga terasa juga udah lewat sebulan gw terdampar di middle of nowhere ini... Udah lumayan 'feels like home'.. At least udah pewe ama tempat kost gw.. Kamar gw yg kecil n didominasi warna kuning ama biru.. Kamar mandinya juga kecil.. yag tapi cukuplah buat mandi dua orang skaligus.. huwaaa.. emangnya mau mandi ama sape gw! hahaha.. kacaw.. jangan dimasukin ke ati yahhh bapak2 ibu2 skalian.. bcanda gw..&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;Skarang 'bout kampus gw.. Fyi, Fikom Unpad itu satu2nya Fikom yg ada di PTN di Indonesia.. Di Univ negri laen Ilmu Komunikasi tuh cuma jd salah satu jurusan di FISIP.. Trus gw bangga gtu?? Gak lah.. Biasa ajah.. hehehehe.. Tapi sumpe deh Fikom tuh anak2nya yg paling gaya se-Unpad.. hahaha.. Kuliah aja dandanannya pada kayak mau ke mall gtu.. Gak smua kyk gtu siy.. Contohnya gw.. hehehe.. Gw siy biasa2 aja lah yg penting enak dipake n gak ngeribet2in gw pas kuliah.. Tapi tetep mslh gaya juga jd pertimbangan sih.. huhuhuw..=P &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;Trus Fikom itu fakultas yg paling produktif bikin acara2 esp acara panggung musik gtu (bukan dangdut tapi_red).. Hampir tiap bulan pasti ngadain acara begituan.. Datengin band2 dsb.. &lt;strong&gt;OSPEK AJA ADA PADI... &lt;/strong&gt;asli bneran gw kaget pas lagi OSPEK tiba2 ada band2 (after sunset,dll) dan trakhirnya ada PADI.. Pliss dong.. Ospek doang gtu lohh.. Tapi seneng juga sihh.. haha..&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;Trus dosen2nya lumayan ok lahh ngajarnya walopun ada bebrapa yg suka rada2 error.. hehehe..  Cuma yg gw heran kok pada hobi banget ya ngasih "oleh2" buat di rumah alias tugas.. Sjauh ini dosen favorit gw itu yg ngajar mata kuliah Pengantar Ilmu Hukum.. Enak banget deh ngajarnya.. Sayangnya hari ini dia digantiin ama dosen laen yg asli beda 180 drajat banget cara ngajarnya.. huhuhuw..&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;Jajanan... Hmm.. Sejauh ini sih jajanan fav gw di kampus itu mie ayam ato bakwan malang.. Lumayan enak walaupun rasanya agak2 ga konstan tiap harinya.. Kayaknya sih sesuai suasana hati abang2 yg jualannya aja kali yah.. Trus ama rujak deh.. Hampir tiap hari gw makan rujak.. Gak bosen2 deh pokonya.. Rujak, i luph u.. Apa siy gw kampung!! huhuhuw..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-7883210197534339601?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7883210197534339601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=7883210197534339601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7883210197534339601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/7883210197534339601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/10/story-from-middle-of-nowhere.html' title='story from the middle of nowhere'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-813695761780850393</id><published>2003-08-15T19:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:28:52.950+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>not gonna get us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;(fyi,judulnya ga nyambung sama isinya lohh.. =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hohoho.. Ngeblog lagi niiihhh.. =) Mau cerita2 ah kegiatan2 gw bebrapa hari trakhir ini... Boleh dooong... ;) &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari &lt;strong&gt;Rabu &lt;/strong&gt;tgl 13 kmaren gw ke &lt;strong&gt;Bandung &lt;/strong&gt;ama nyokap naek mobil.. critanya mau &lt;em&gt;medical check up &lt;/em&gt;sama ngambil formulir gitu deh.. Jalan dari rmh jam 5 pagi, nyampe &lt;strong&gt;bandung &lt;/strong&gt;jam stengah 8.. Mayan cepet jg siy soalnya masih pagi dan bukan wiken kali yahh.. Nyampe &lt;strong&gt;bandung &lt;/strong&gt;bukannya langsung ke kampus &lt;strong&gt;UnPad &lt;/strong&gt;di &lt;strong&gt;Dipati Ukur &lt;/strong&gt;malah makan bubur ayam langganan gw kalo di &lt;strong&gt;bandung&lt;/strong&gt;.. hehehe.. namanya bubur ayam &lt;strong&gt;mang oyo' &lt;/strong&gt;gtu deh.. kalo ke &lt;strong&gt;bandung &lt;/strong&gt;mampir ajaaa.. hehehe kok malah jd promosi =P&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bistu br deh ke &lt;strong&gt;UnPad&lt;/strong&gt;, ktemu ama &lt;strong&gt;Nophe &lt;/strong&gt;disana.. untung deh ga cengo sendirian.. Lumayan lama sih ngantri &lt;strong&gt;medical check up &lt;/strong&gt;nya.. Sempet lah berhahahihi sama sesama anak baru di kanan kiri yang baru kenalan.. =D Abis itu dah ga ada kerjaan deh sharian.. &lt;em&gt;check in &lt;/em&gt;di hotel n muter2 bandung ama nyokap.. biasalah cw.. =P Sorenya ke stasiun kreta jemput bokap gw yg nyusul ke &lt;strong&gt;bandung &lt;/strong&gt;(sempet nyasar waktu mau ke stasiun!uh,malu.. =P) bistu ke &lt;strong&gt;Dago 347 &lt;/strong&gt;mau ke &lt;strong&gt;Flashy &lt;/strong&gt;critanya.. eh sampe sana taunya &lt;strong&gt;Flashy &lt;/strong&gt;pindahhh.. uhhh.. nyebelin.. trus nyari2 lg ga ktemu yasu lah balik k hotel aja.. ngisi2 formulir n tidurrr.. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari &lt;strong&gt;Kamis&lt;/strong&gt;,tgl 14, pagi2 bener gw dah ke &lt;strong&gt;UnPad Dipati Ukur&lt;/strong&gt;, balikin formulir sama ngurusin administrasi n  kawan2nya itu lah.. Huw,lagi2 ngantrinya panjang bener.. untung disediain kursi buat duduk.. Pas udah beres n mau pergi dari situ eh ktemu &lt;strong&gt;Bilal&lt;/strong&gt;.. sempet ber"hi"2an sebentar. Bis dari situ langsung meluncur ke &lt;strong&gt;FIKOM di Jatinangor &lt;/strong&gt;(kalo lewat tol dr bdg skitar stengah jam) buat interview. Tadinya gw pikir bakal di interview ama orang2 fakultas gtu.. ga taunya sama &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;senior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! huhuhuw.. pasang tampang lugu aja deh biar aman.. =P Lumayan lama di &lt;strong&gt;Jatinangor &lt;/strong&gt;skitar 2 stengah jam.. Bistu ke kos ngambil kunci kamar.. huw... kacaw deh kamar kos gw cat temboknya kuning tp jendela n pintunya warna PINK!! huahahaha... Udah deh bistu balik ke &lt;strong&gt;Jakarta&lt;/strong&gt;... Bgitu nyampe lgsg tidurrrrr.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;capek banget! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rencananya tanggal 25 gw pindahan ke &lt;strong&gt;Jatinangor&lt;/strong&gt;.. Hari itu juga ke &lt;strong&gt;Unpad Dipati Ukur &lt;/strong&gt;ngambil jaket.. Trus tanggal 31 ada &lt;em&gt;psikotest&lt;/em&gt;.. Tanggal 1 &lt;em&gt;ospek &lt;/em&gt;universitas.. n tanggal 2 mulai &lt;em&gt;ospek fakultas&lt;/em&gt;.. huw.. denger2 siy ospeknya &lt;strong&gt;FIKOM &lt;/strong&gt;lmyn parah.. huhuhuw.. jd ngeriiiyyy... :s&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini gw di rumah aja... sempet ada acara tidur siang sgala..=P hehehe.. Sore2 ke rumah &lt;strong&gt;Lani &lt;/strong&gt;sbentar balikin &lt;strong&gt;The Sims&lt;/strong&gt;, trus ke &lt;strong&gt;Video Ezy&lt;/strong&gt;.. nyewa vcd n pulang deh..&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.. sgitu aja deh critanya.. mau nonton vcd yg td nyewa nih... &lt;em&gt;bubyeehhhh&lt;/em&gt;.. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-813695761780850393?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/813695761780850393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=813695761780850393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/813695761780850393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/813695761780850393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/08/not-gonna-get-us.html' title='not gonna get us...'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-6891353242205634184</id><published>2003-08-09T19:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:28:10.138+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>NEVER THERE (Cake)</title><content type='html'>I need your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your love.. so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me that you love me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me that you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when I need you baby.. "you're never there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the phone long long distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always threw such strong resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you say your too busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you even miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're never ever ever ever there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goldenbird that flys away a candle stick o' flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that I held you yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love was just a game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me that you love me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me that you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when I need you, baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the time to get know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want me why can't you just show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're always on this rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want me why can't you get closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're never ever ever ever there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're never ever ever ever there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-6891353242205634184?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6891353242205634184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=6891353242205634184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6891353242205634184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/6891353242205634184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/08/never-there-cake-i-need-your-arms.html' title='NEVER THERE (Cake)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-5609590288092720529</id><published>2003-08-04T16:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:27:21.920+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special events'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;oughh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengumuman spmb udah looowh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw dapet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fikom unpad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*^_^*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787334816058621096-5609590288092720529?l=socalledramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5609590288092720529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787334816058621096&amp;postID=5609590288092720529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5609590288092720529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787334816058621096/posts/default/5609590288092720529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socalledramblings.blogspot.com/2003/08/oughh.html' title='=)'/><author><name>nisaalattas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMqTD-vMSM/S_yzXgPMXGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MGuNHlyd7IE/S220/supah+kewl-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787334816058621096.post-4409840311282908564</id><published>2003-07-26T15:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:26:40.259+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>SKIZOFRENIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Hmm.. kmaren ini gw kebetulan abis baca novel yg tokoh utamanya ternyata menderita kelainan jiwa yg namanya &lt;em&gt;skizofrenia &lt;/em&gt;ini. Agak2 mirip film &lt;em&gt;A Beautiful Mind &lt;/em&gt;gitu deh.. tapi yg gw baca ini ceritanya lebih sedih n tragis banget.. Gw sampe hampir nangis pas sampe di akhir critanya.. Eits, hampir lohh.. =P Nah, gara2 itu gw jadi pengen ngomongin skizofrenia.. sayangnya gw blom sempet nyari2 sumber2 yg lengkap gitu sih.. yg gw tau ttg penyakit ini kurang lebih sama lah sama pengetahuan orang awam.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kata skizofrenia sendiri b'asal dari bahasa Yunani yang b'rarti jiwa yang retak (&lt;em&gt;skizos&lt;/em&gt; artinya retak, n &lt;em&gt;frenas&lt;/em&gt; artinya jiwa). Jiwa manusia itu terdiri dari tiga unsur, yaitu perasaan, kemauan, dan pikiran. Pada orang yang normal, ketiga unsur ini senada. Artinya kalo prasaan lagi seneng, maka kmauan n pikirannya m'dukung. Sbaliknya, kalo lagi sedih, ketiga-tiganya menurun. Smentara pada orang yang punya jiwa yang retak (skizofrenia), ketiga unsur itu gak berjalan senada. Misalnya ada orang yg bilang &lt;em&gt;"gw sedih banget, kucing gw kelindes bajaj," &lt;/em&gt;tapi dia ketawa. Itu artinya retak. Dia sedih tapi dia gembira juga. Jadi kalo ada keretakan di unsur jiwanya baru deh itu disebut skizofrenia, tapi jangan salah.. gak semua orang sakit jiwa mengalami keretakan jiwa.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gejala skizofrenia secara klinis gampang dikenalin smacem halusinasi, delusi (keyakinan yang gak b'dasar), emosi yang labil, gangguan tingkah laku, n gangguan proses b'pikir. *loh kok kayak gw yaahhh.. =P* &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;Gak beda dgn kanker atau penyakit kompleks lainnya, misteri skizofrenia blom spenuhnya terpecahkan sampe sekarang. Masih banyak pertanyaan ttg penyakit ini yang blom bisa dijawab oleh para ahli.&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;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:Rj51WrMicDcC:sulu.smpp.northwestern.edu/utilities/picture/brain_neuron.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kelainan perkembangan syaraf otak, salah satu faktor nongenetik penyebab skizofrenia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&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;Menurut penelitian para ahli siy, skizofrenia cuma bisa timbul pada orang yang punya gen pembawa. Meskipun bgitu, gak semua yang memiliki gen pembawa bakal mengidap skizofrenia. Nah, kalo timbul gejala kayak skizofrenia pada orang yang gak punya gen pembawa, maka bisa dipastiin itu bukan skizofrenia. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trus, bisa sembuh gak siy penderita skizofrenia ini? Walaupun kambuhnya penyakit ini bisa dicegah dengan berbagai macam terapi dan obat2an, ternyata penyakit ini blom bisa disembuhin secara total. Jadi yg bener2 harus diperatiin adalah jangan sampe penyakit ini kambuh, karena kalo kambuh brarti ada resistensi terhadap obat n terapinya shingga penderitanya butuh dosis obat yang makin lama makin tinggi, tentunya obat2an ini punya side effect yg gak bagus khan..&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 sty
