<?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-1677434867761465726</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:00:18.201+07:00</updated><category term='curcol ah'/><category term='fragment of mind'/><category term='hari-hari'/><category term='F.Y.I'/><title type='text'>• the back of my mind •</title><subtitle type='html'>Live. Sing. Angry. Smile. Love. Mad. Crazy. Laugh. Believe. Eat. Travel. Happy :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-7458713870669600099</id><published>2010-09-18T22:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:11:11.538+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuk ditulis ditulis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hari ini, 18 September 2010. Gue menghadiri seminar 40 tahunan SMA gue dulu bersama hopeng gue di SMA. Langsung aja ke intinya, salah satu dari tiga pembicara di seminar itu adalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/radityadika"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Raditya Dika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;. Pembicaraannya tuh tentang bagaimana awalnya dia bisa menjadi penulis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/TJTjxFZttII/AAAAAAAAAC4/3bBVR8CKWYw/s200/images.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518285875838825602" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mengutip dari sang penulis novel Kambing Jantan itu sendiri, kurang lebih begini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; "Gue menulis, sebenernya berawal dari KEBENCONGAN. Iya, kebencongan. Gue mulai nulis kelas 4 SD, dan yang gue tulis adalah DIARY. Bayangin aja, gue laki-laki kelas 4 SD menulis diary, yang isinya kebanyakkan depresif abis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Point is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;, cerita-cerita yang dia bahas di bukunya juga sebagian dari diary yg dia tulis waktu kecil itu. Saat jaman-jaman bencong. Hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;, hal-hal yang 8 taun lalu dia anggep depresif, tapi saat dia baca ulang lagi diary itu, itu jadi suatu cerita lucu yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;refresh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;memori dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/TJTjWVrNsUI/AAAAAAAAACw/4JExsbFMvOM/s200/shiner_diary.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518285416350724418" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jangan bikin diary ruwet begini.. Ini namanya nyusahin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Refresh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;memori adalah hal yg pastinya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; gue perlukan. Karena gue orang yang selalu dan cepat lupa, penting juga kayanya untuk nulis kjadian2 penting/ga penting supaya gue di masa depan bisa baca kebodohan2 masa kecil :p Ga usah jauh2, blog ini sendiri deh. Gue ketawa sendiri baca blog2 gue, yang padahal cuma sedikit ini. Keputusan2 yang gue bikin.. Metafora yang gue pake.. Cara pikir gue.. Bahkan, ada blogger yg ninggalin komen di salah satu notes gue sejak setengah taun lalu, dan gue baru baca sekarang. Kurang basi apalagi gue -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;, komenny bikin gue tersenyum simpul :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gue harus lebih rajin-rajin blogging. Bukan untuk eksis, tapi untuk ingetin gue yang pelupa abis ini tentang kejadian yang ada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Contohnya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- MC seminar hari ini yang ngomong seakan2 ngebawain acara tinju :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Joget "tehkopisusujus" yang bkin kita ngakak sakit perut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Lalu "renegade" dan pindah jalur yang gue lakukan dari SMA gue ke sana -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ga ngerti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, this is my blog afterall. I can say whatever i want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Blogging: A way to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&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/1677434867761465726-7458713870669600099?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/7458713870669600099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/09/yuk-ditulis-ditulis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/7458713870669600099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/7458713870669600099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/09/yuk-ditulis-ditulis.html' title='Yuk ditulis ditulis!'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/TJTjxFZttII/AAAAAAAAAC4/3bBVR8CKWYw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-2717888595202969981</id><published>2010-03-04T00:34:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:40:06.166+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.Y.I'/><title type='text'>Heart-melting song! *buat gue...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;PIC of one of my major's big event.&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;Not allowed to drive my car.&lt;br /&gt;Girls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, girls too. they just chipping like birds makin' my head wanna blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my head is so full of those @#%#$%@#% things, why don't I freshen myself up with this sssssssssweet sweet song by Mr. Gabe Bondoc? :) At least his lyrics are so sincere and he got the SOUL to sing songs like that! Me likey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song's called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When You Say (Nine)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wonder what the 'Nine' is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I do enjoy this song, hope you enjoy it too :)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's for his &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gabebondoc"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, and here's for his &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/gabebondocmusic"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d074e74c6db98b8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d074e74c6db98b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331646222%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C1EA08357DC30AF3CF8532153E0D8D1DED90C24.5F15C0E3DF2C1E8AE7FAA869F3B2478DA54087F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d074e74c6db98b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvGkY-t9JJcQOKT8cvwisxcGBdCM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d074e74c6db98b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331646222%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C1EA08357DC30AF3CF8532153E0D8D1DED90C24.5F15C0E3DF2C1E8AE7FAA869F3B2478DA54087F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d074e74c6db98b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvGkY-t9JJcQOKT8cvwisxcGBdCM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep on making music, G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Music is what life sounds like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Eric Olson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1677434867761465726-2717888595202969981?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/2717888595202969981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/03/heart-melting-song-buat-gue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/2717888595202969981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/2717888595202969981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/03/heart-melting-song-buat-gue.html' title='Heart-melting song! *buat gue...*'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-4846455302352561135</id><published>2010-03-01T18:14:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:38:48.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.Y.I'/><title type='text'>Miam Miam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4uivg-kZhI/AAAAAAAAABg/jKwzzgYAtVA/s1600-h/IMG_5291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4uivg-kZhI/AAAAAAAAABg/jKwzzgYAtVA/s320/IMG_5291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443623511797294610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me•neq•liph di depan sapi gaul Orient8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;26th Feb 2010, i went to &lt;a href="http://www.hotelmulia.com/dining/orient8/index.html"&gt;Orient8 at Mulia Hotel&lt;/a&gt; with my two best friends, Liph and Neq. Tak disangka tak dinyana, tempatnya oke juga loh! Sayang gue kesana bertiga jomblo ria dan pas duduk di mejanya, tersisa bangku kosong satu di sebelah gue.. Bikin pengen diisi ama pacar *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, without further adue, here are the pics n bits from our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la nuit de le miam miam&lt;/span&gt;! Tapi agak disayangkan berhubung ruangannya rada remang, gue harus naekkin ISO si &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kamerah&lt;/span&gt; *kamera gue yg berwarna merah* yang membuat gambar jadi aga ber-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&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/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4uj1qb8ZMI/AAAAAAAAABo/6zDLl0iqqRQ/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4uj1qb8ZMI/AAAAAAAAABo/6zDLl0iqqRQ/s320/IMG_5264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443624716927263938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4uj1qb8ZMI/AAAAAAAAABo/6zDLl0iqqRQ/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l'interieur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4ulNLOAmuI/AAAAAAAAABw/sfRKqdhEdqg/s1600-h/IMG_5277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4ulNLOAmuI/AAAAAAAAABw/sfRKqdhEdqg/s320/IMG_5277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443626220375808738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cho.co.lat MMMMMM!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4unMPy2aHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4bM-hLLQslc/s1600-h/IMG_5256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4unMPy2aHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4bM-hLLQslc/s320/IMG_5256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443628403447457906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peking Duck enak, dan sebelah kirinya yang terpotong, adalah ayam bungkus smthg yg enak juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4uj1qb8ZMI/AAAAAAAAABo/6zDLl0iqqRQ/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677434867761465726-4846455302352561135?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/4846455302352561135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/03/miam-miam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/4846455302352561135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/4846455302352561135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/03/miam-miam.html' title='Miam Miam!'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S4uivg-kZhI/AAAAAAAAABg/jKwzzgYAtVA/s72-c/IMG_5291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-5899720842957403080</id><published>2010-02-03T20:29:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:00:03.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragment of mind'/><title type='text'>The meaning of purpose in your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dari awal masuk kuliah sampai sekarang, tugas tuh buanyak banget! Menumpuk! Sampai2 gue udah ngga tau gue punya tugas apa! Gerahhhh paraaahhh!! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat kata, sampailah gue pada hari ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngantuk, berhari-hari pulang malem karena harus temenin sodara gue (yang balik Indo cuma sebulan) untuk jalan disini.&lt;br /&gt;Gue laper tapi ga napsu makan.&lt;br /&gt;Gue punya PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue harus mengerjakan tugas mata kuliah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Character Development&lt;/span&gt;, karena besok harus dikumpul. Tugas tersebut adalah membaca suatu buku berjudul &lt;a href="http://books.google.co.id/books?id=eaonPgsixjcC&amp;amp;dq=book,+the+purpose+driven+life&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;source=bn&amp;amp;hl=id&amp;amp;ei=unppS5-pJI3c7AOrws3IBg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ved=0CBsQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=book%2C%20the%20purpose%20driven%20life&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;The Purpose Driven Life&lt;/a&gt; karangan Rick Warren. Pertama denger ada tugas itu, tentu saja yah, yang ada di otak pertama kali adalah M-A-L-E-S. Gue dikasih fotokopian bab yang harus gue rangkum, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which are seven chapters! &lt;/span&gt;Kemarin di kampus, gue baca dua halaman pertama dan langsung gue masukkin tas tuh buku. TULISAN SEMUA!! Weewww... Dikasih tugas dari 2 minggu lalu, baru gue kerjain malem ini. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact, I'm in the middle of doing it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kenapakah gue rela meninggalkan peer gue untuk membuat blog ini padahal gue udah pengen cepet-cepet tidur? Sebenernya sih pengen bilang karena gue mau mengalihkan otak sebentar :p Tapi ada alasan yang lebih keren sih: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ternyata buku ini menarik untuk di&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Dan sebelum gue lupa alesan knapa dia menarik, mending buru2 gue tulis d blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cliché&lt;/span&gt;, ada bagian yang "kena" buat gue dalam buku ini. Buku ini terkesan seperti si pengarang cuma cerita. Bukan persuasif, bukan mempengaruhi, atau apalah itu. Tapi guenya aja sih terbujuk hahahahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya -sesuai judulnya- si pengarang mau memberitahu bahwa, "Hey guys. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hidup lo harus punya tujuan. &lt;/span&gt;Tahu darimana tujuan hidup lo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PDKT sono ama Tuhan&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyah. Itu bener2 intinya. Pendek yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;, saat ini itu berarti banget. Gue sampai pada titik dimana, gue harus punya tujuan mau dibawa kemana hidup gue ini.... Udah ga bisa lagi loh gue kuliah cuman asal kuliah. Gue ntar kerja cuman asal kerja. Dan gue pacaran asal milih pacar. Gue juga mau punya pacar yang tahu apa tujuan dia &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cowo seperti itu lebih menarik lho :p )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan kita bisa macem2 kan. Seperti tujuan jangka pendek gue, &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DISNEYWORLD FLORIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!! Dan setelah gue nabung beberapa lama, kesampean juga dapet duit tiketnya hehe. Karena punya tujuan, gue tergerak untuk menabung. Coba ga pengen k Disneyworld. Gue pasti ga punya duit. Itu contoh kecilnya.. Nah bayangkan kalau tujuan bokap nyokap kita kerja adalah...... nothing. Ya kerja aja gitu. Tujuannya bukan untuk bayarin kita sekolah, bayarin kita makan. Bisa-bisa abis juga tuh duid!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To get to our purpose, we have to have VISION and FAITH. &lt;/span&gt;Yah beberapa teman gue tidak punya iman terhadap Pappa kita di surga, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but well&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we all have our version of faith, right?&lt;/span&gt; Ga nyangka gue, setelah membaca bab-bab awal buku ini, gue menjadi agak tertampar. Karena gue hidup memang ada sih tujuan, tapi yah, tanpa dibarengi sama doa.. Tanpa dibarengi sama "minta bimbingan dari Pappa" gitu deh istilahnya. Kalau ga tanya Pappa, gimana gue tahu tujuan itu yang uda Pappa rencanain buat gue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After we got our purpose, then we can start the "machine" that can move us to the direction we desired. &lt;/span&gt;Jadi, hal paling mudah yang kita bisa lakukan adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mulai memiliki tujuan dalam hidup. Sesimpel apapun itu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, your life will worth living &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allah tidak bermain dadu&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677434867761465726-5899720842957403080?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/5899720842957403080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/02/meaning-of-purpose-in-your-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/5899720842957403080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/5899720842957403080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/02/meaning-of-purpose-in-your-life.html' title='The meaning of purpose in your life.'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-7264860024597697014</id><published>2010-01-24T17:18:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:35:04.567+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curcol ah'/><title type='text'>another simple riddle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nce upon a time, there was a Prince. He was so loved by a Princess, she really gave him her all, and so did the Prince... They loved each other. The Prince thought that the Princess was the one for him, and she also would never loved anyone like she loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, the Prince was walking in the forest, when he met a Witch who was making a potion. He approached the Witch to ask for some water for him to drink for he was so thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S1wlhl3BpqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DGmWKDlQmD8/s1600-h/FrogPrincess2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S1wlhl3BpqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DGmWKDlQmD8/s320/FrogPrincess2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430256509730793122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Witch, would you be so kind to give this thirsty man some of your potion to drink?" asked the Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Prince, no. I'll make you another one, but not this one, no," said the Witch. "Just wait for me making a new one for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince cannot wait so he said "It's okay, this one looks fine". He grabbed a goblet near the cauldron, dipped it in the potion, and he drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't drink it, Prince! I still have no idea what that is!" the Witch shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late, he had already finished drinking that potion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;••• ••• •••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen the Prince went back to the castle, the Princess approached him. She saw him just sitting on the stairs, and she called him. The Prince turned around, and she saw him smiling like never before. The Princess was very happy, looking at his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled back at him, and asked him "What happened to you, Prince? You looked so happy today. I never seen you smile like just now." She was blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I.. I never felt like this," answered the Prince, still putting a smile, bigger smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I, too, never seen you this happy. Are you smiling.. because of me?" asked the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think, I've fallen in love.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess was so happy hearing him say that, "Oh, have you, Prince? And with whom that might be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince looked at the sky, happiness in his eyes, and he answered, "With the Witch.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;••• ••• •••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Princess was b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S1wn9BV4F8I/AAAAAAAAABY/q11DYNOPDlg/s1600-h/PrincessFrogCryingL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S1wn9BV4F8I/AAAAAAAAABY/q11DYNOPDlg/s200/PrincessFrogCryingL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430259179987670978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roken into thousand pieces. She forced him to tell her exactly what happened. After finished telling the story, the Princess believed that the Witch had tricked Prince to drink that Love Potion. She hated that Witch so much for she had taken the one she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince said that he had to leave, he had to be with the Witch. The Princess begged him to stay but Prince just went on his horse, and ride so fast that the Princess couldn't catch him. She dropped to the ground, covered in tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by and still, the Princess loved the Prince so much. She never forget him and did anything she could, anyway she could think of to find the whereabout of the Prince. She never gave up on him, believed that despite of the potion, he was still in love with her. The Princess still waited for him, she didn't care about any other one because she still had faith with the Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, the Prince came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Witch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess was soooo furious, she shouted at the Witch, asking her why she did this to her. She cried, and she cried, and she kept shouting. The Prince calmed her down, telling her that there's a reason for this. Then the Witch started to explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;••• ••• •••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat day in the forest when they met, the Witch had no idea what that potion is. But when the Prince had come back to the Witch's place, then she knew that that was a Love Potion. The Witch had asked him to leave, asked him to go back to his real life, but the Prince, who was still under the spell, had insisted to stay with her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, the Witch had tried to make an antidote for that potion, to go back on the spell. While she was trying, the Prince was so kind to her, he was so in love and put so much attention to her. The Witch was tired of making the Prince go away, so she let him stay. And well, she started to fall in love with him, too.. But deep down she knew, it's just the potion, not the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, the Witch was able to find the cure of that potion. Unwillingly, she forced the Prince to drink that antidote because she didn't want him to be forever under the spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you forcing me to drink that filthy thing??" asked the Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because this is what you want, believe me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, YOU are what I want! Don't you want me to stay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do, I do, but please, this will make you free..." begged the Witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I am free.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you really love me, then please help me, drink this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still think I'm under the spell? I don't! I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I still think you are! If you are not, then drinking this won't hurt at all, right? So, please Prince.. Don't give us a hard time..." and the Witch started to cry, tears fell down on her cheek. It hurts her more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince looked deep into her eyes, and he finally agreed to drink the antidote. He blinked his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;••• ••• •••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat's the story," ended the Witch. "I do apologize for keeping him. But now, he is yours again. Please keep him safe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess hugged the Prince. She wouldn't look into the Witch, she still hated her so much. Then the Witch just walked away, into the forest, and that was the last time they saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay? Did she hurt you? How do you feel?" the Princess was asking questions to make sure that he was okay. But the Prince just stared at the forest, his eyes were blank. "Why didn't you say anything, Prince? Are you still under her spell??" she asked furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't," answered the Prince. "I don't... The spell wore off back that earlier months. I don't know why I stayed even after I realize I was not under the spell, but later I stayed with her because I... Because I don't want to leave her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess was once again so broken, she felt that everything she's done was so pointless. "So... All this time, it wasn't the spell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... And I leave her, because she wanted me to. She didn't believe me..." And a tear fell down on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;••• ••• •••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Prince had come back. The Princess finally got him back. But she had lost his heart... All she had now, is hatred towards the Witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran moral:&lt;br /&gt;Penjahatnya adalah si Penyihir. Korbannya adalah Putri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, the Witch IS always the b**ch... How dare you hurt the Prince AND the Princess?? Screw you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1677434867761465726-7264860024597697014?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/7264860024597697014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-simple-riddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/7264860024597697014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/7264860024597697014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-simple-riddle.html' title='another simple riddle.'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S1wlhl3BpqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DGmWKDlQmD8/s72-c/FrogPrincess2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-1870532286249120367</id><published>2010-01-16T23:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:31:10.444+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy no lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa sih itu kebahagiaan..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Banyak orang bilang, kebahagiaan itu kita yang buat sendiri, kita cuma harus melihat dari sisi yang benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita punya teman, kita harusnya bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita punya kerjaan atau sekolah, kita harusnya bersyukur.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita punya uang untuk makan, kita harusnya bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita punya selimut untuk nahan dingin, kita harusnya bersyukur banget.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita punya mobil untuk jalan, aduh ya ampun, kita beruntung.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita punya jiwa untuk membantu orang, kita harusnya bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita punya keluarga.. That's the basic of your happiness, isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, gimana kalau, keluarga lo ada ga suka sama kebahagiaan lu yang lain? Malah, mereka membenci kebahagiaan lo dengan alasan kebahagiaan lo tuh BEGO. NAIF. dan ga mungkin berhasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita umpakan dengan: mau masuk jurusan saat kuliah. Let's say ada fakultas MENCUCI PIRING. Terdengar bodoh bukan? Semua orang juga tau fakultas mencuci piring tuh bego banget. Tapi lo yakin, kalau lo masuk situ lo akan berhasil! Lo akan tau trik-trik mencuci piring dengan amat bersih sehingga orang-orang akan sayang pake piring yang bersih itu sampe gajadi dipake dan cuma dipajang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi keluarga lo bilang bahwa pilihan lo tuh bego banget! Ga akan berhasil! Buat apa??! Ga ada ujungnya! Semua udah menunjukkan bahwa jurusan itu tuh fcuked up! Dan lo tiap hari kecewa karena tiap ngebahas jurusan mencuci piring, lo dikatain ama keluarga lo karena mereka ingin lo ambil yang terbaik buat elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke gue mulai ngemeng ngelantur. Cukup deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, how if you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; that ur happiness will work out, despite of their saying that it won't..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, up until now, gue ga tau apa yang gue rasakan itu disebut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; atau &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plain stupid&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;Pernah gue ditanya sama temen gue begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What if your happiness is also the source of your sadness? Take it or leave it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, i was going to fight for my happiness, (cos i have some faith/stupidity in it..)&lt;br /&gt;But turns out that "they" really really really HATE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because i really really really LOVE "them", (or maybe cos i'm afraid of them..)&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave it&lt;/span&gt;, then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, apa sih kebahagiaan itu?&lt;br /&gt;Saat lo memiliki semua yang lo mau?&lt;br /&gt;Saat lo memiliki semua yang lo butuhkan?&lt;br /&gt;Saat lo bisa merasa puas dengan apa yang ada sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;Saat lo mempertahankan apa yang lo sayang? Atau saat lo mengorbankan sesuatu yang lo sayang for a greater good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Dan apakah itu disebut kebahagiaan kalau ternyata itu adalah sumber dari semua ini...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1677434867761465726-1870532286249120367?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/1870532286249120367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-no-lucky.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/1870532286249120367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/1870532286249120367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-no-lucky.html' title='Happy no lucky.'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-1187629833009032002</id><published>2010-01-12T20:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:57:31.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look in your eyes and I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; You’ve loved so dangerously&lt;span id="more-195"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not trusting your heart to anyone&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you’re gonna play it smart&lt;br /&gt;We’re through before we start&lt;br /&gt;But I believe that we’ve only just begun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When its this good, there’s no saying no&lt;br /&gt;I want you so, I’m ready to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire&lt;br /&gt;To the limit, to the wall&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I’d gladly risk it all&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever, come what may&lt;br /&gt;For a chance at loving you&lt;br /&gt;I’d take it all the way&lt;br /&gt;Right down to the wire&lt;br /&gt;Even through the fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you’re afraid of what you feel&lt;br /&gt;You still need time to heal&lt;br /&gt;And I can help if you’ll only let me try&lt;br /&gt;You touch me and something in me knew&lt;br /&gt;What I could have with you&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m not ready to kiss that dream goodbye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it’s this sweet, there’s no saying no&lt;br /&gt;I need you so, I’m ready to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through the test of time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through the fire, to the limit&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, through whatever&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, to the limit&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, through whatever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;••• ••• •••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Renee Olstead in David Foster's HITMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0x-YMas20I/AAAAAAAAABI/2RMnXt5a-uM/s1600-h/511tk9ui29L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0x-YMas20I/AAAAAAAAABI/2RMnXt5a-uM/s320/511tk9ui29L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425850605189782338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang sekali gue ngga bisa menemukan video nya yang oke untuk ditampilkan :( but believe me, ga cuma lagu ini yang enak dari David Foster.. semuanya mantaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;This is the music you can feel, literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1677434867761465726-1187629833009032002?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/1187629833009032002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/through-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/1187629833009032002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/1187629833009032002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/through-fire.html' title='Through The Fire'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0x-YMas20I/AAAAAAAAABI/2RMnXt5a-uM/s72-c/511tk9ui29L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-2977297157667473531</id><published>2010-01-09T19:04:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:45:00.611+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari-hari'/><title type='text'>Tragedi laptop dan kecap</title><content type='html'>sore ini, nyokap lagi ngegaul sama tante gue di negeri sana, konteka konteki pake &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; di si oMac. gue baru beli somay *oh 6 bulan d Singapur ga pernah makan somay, bgitu denger abang somay lewat depan rumah rasanya kek ketemu pacar*. melihat tante gue yang udah 6 tahun ga balik kesini dan makan makanan sini, gue mulai pengen rese dikit: gue pamer lah somay yang baru gue beli di depan laptop gue, nyelip di depan nyokap gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue: (ngomong ke tante gue) "Liet nihhh Owi baru beli somayy!" (sambil miring-miringin piring depan webcam biar keliatan jelas somay telor plus sambel kacang) "Mau ga?? Pulang sini.. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan tibi-tibi, nyokap bersuara: "YAAAHH DEEE!! ITU KECAPNYA NETES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh.my.god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingunglah tante gue karena tibi-tibi muka gue semua di layar komputernya. secara, gue nunduk-nunduk tepat depan webcam untuk beresin tu kecap laknat.. hiks.. dari tissu Aqua sampe pembersih kaca gue pake smua buat nyerep itu kecap dari keyboard gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue ga smpet foto tuh kecap di keyboard gue! gue cuma buru-buru bersiin laptop gue dan abisin somay itu sebelum dia kedinginan.. gue harus lebih meningkatkan jiwa kepo gue termasuk foto-foto apa pun ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0h1qsYBQ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/VJ_39xOTwsM/s1600-h/09012010176.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/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0h1qsYBQ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/VJ_39xOTwsM/s320/09012010176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424715127494624066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tombol F7 yang jadi korban.. ampe sekarang mase ada jejak kecap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ngga.&lt;br /&gt;laptop dan kecap emang ga ada hubungannya. cuma khusus hari ini, si oMac berhubungan sekali sama kecap sampe oMac bau kecap manis plus sambel kacang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maafkan aku, oMac.. aku ga akan pamer2 makanan berkuah lagi depan kamu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1677434867761465726-2977297157667473531?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/2977297157667473531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/tragedi-laptop-dan-kecap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/2977297157667473531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/2977297157667473531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/tragedi-laptop-dan-kecap.html' title='Tragedi laptop dan kecap'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0h1qsYBQ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/VJ_39xOTwsM/s72-c/09012010176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-3692546525012809782</id><published>2010-01-09T04:37:00.018+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:35:47.292+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curcol ah'/><title type='text'>Status: ga ngerti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date: January 9th 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time: (menurut waktu laptopku, si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oMac&lt;/span&gt;) gue mule ngetik pada pukul 0437WIB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh ini sudah pagi loh. sebentar lagi si burung akan bercuit-cuit, kakak dan papa akan bangun untuk kerja, dan mama akan bangun untuk bikinin sarapan plus milo buat mereka (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u're so dedicated, Mom, love ya&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;*). but WHY AM I STILL AWAKE?? argggghhh..!! ini yg nama ny insomniaaaa, ato emang lagi kepikiran sesuatu aja sihh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah?&lt;br /&gt;kepikiran apa? hehe sini gue curcooll.. *padahal emang pgn ngoceh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bantulah gue menjawab pertanyaan yang sering dtanyakan oleh orang-orang ini: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apakah gunanya sebuah status? &lt;/span&gt;dalam artian, status "gue pacar lo" atau "gue temen lo". oke lah, karena sekarang lagi jaman, status "gue HTS-an elo" juga boleh kita konsiderasikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0en2ZGJeEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7ljv23lb6l0/s1600-h/couple-holding-hands-photographic-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0en2ZGJeEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7ljv23lb6l0/s320/couple-holding-hands-photographic-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424488829082499138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seperti gambar disamping, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gandengan&lt;/span&gt; *aaawwwww*... simple thing, tapi kalo lo gandeng temen cowo lo, pasti lu di-prikitiw ama temen2 lo. laen critanya kalo lo gandeng pacar lo. hmmm, semacem "uda dari sono ny normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi yg membuat normal itu adalah status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi status cuma semacam "ijin" untuk mendapat privileges dari masing2 pihak? dan "ijin" untuk memberikan lo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the so-called rules and regulations of a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;gitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. oke, gue bisa terima itu.. (for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi, gmana kalo status tuh malah membuat elo jadi terbeban? (pernah ngerasain ga sih?) iya sayang, iya dia bukan cuma temen, iya dia ga kurang dari pacar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi gue ga bisa terima "aturan" yang tercipta dari status dan hubungan ini.&lt;/span&gt; (macam hubungan apaan aja.....) OH COME ON! kalo nanti merit, aturan akan lebih gila! komitmen akan lebih kuat! knapa harus dibikin aturan dari jaman pacaran ampe merit dan slanjutnya? knapa ga dipendekin aja aturannya tuh mulai dari merit? "latihan"? i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my experience up until now, gue bisa bilang, sebuah status &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dapat saja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hanya suatu hal untuk membuat kita secure dan merasa memiliki (ato emang gtu ya?). kalo merit laen cerita ya, itu sesuatu yg jauh lebih indah (n maybe more scary) dibanding pacaran. kata temen gue, "pacaran adalah tahap pengenalan sebelum merit". lah, terus sebelom pacaran pas temenan, itu bukan tahap pengenalan? forgive me for my ignorance, but again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously, i don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau pacaran, akan ada aturan yg dibuat, dan perasaan sakit hati saat peraturan itu dilanggar. dan kenapa peraturan itu dilanggar? karena yg dikasih aturan ngerasa ngga cocok. terus berantem deh.. brantem gunanya apa? untuk saling mengerti? supaya bisa terbuka? supaya saling berkembang? gue setuju aturan yg membimbing, tapi sayangnya ada yang membuat aturan untuk membuat pasangannya nurut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emangnya kalau ga pacaran dan hanya berstatus "teman", ga bisa saling mengerti? ga bisa terbuka? ga bisa jujur? kalau ga pacaran, saat ada sesuatu yg kita expect dari seseorang tp ga dilakukan, ya gapapa donk??? biarin aja dia mau ngapain, dia akan lebih menjadi dirinya sendiri saat ga dikasih aturan kan? kalo emang badung, ya badung.. bae, ya tau diri.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and damn it's hard to find someone that's good from the root!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because nowadays, people are using this status to mold their beloved ones to be just like what they want.&lt;/span&gt; gue jadi bingung.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaayy, questioning session! bukan. bukan elo yg nanya. dari gue pertanyaannya, kalian yg jawab. bantu gue mengerti lika liku kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah ada yang tau kenapa diciptakan status "pacaran"?&lt;br /&gt;padahal, saat kita melihat orang yg kita sayang sebagai teman yg bisa dijadiin lebih, bukannya lebih enak karena kita jadi ga ada beban?&lt;br /&gt;apakah HTS hanya bagi orang-orang yg mau enaknya aja dan gamau bagian pahitnya?&lt;br /&gt;aturan tuh dibuat untuk membimbing dia atau men'jinak'an dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi bagaimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pheeww.. capek yah, pegel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; new day. I'm ready for more surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&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/1677434867761465726-3692546525012809782?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/3692546525012809782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/date-january-9th-2010-time-menurut.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/3692546525012809782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/3692546525012809782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/date-january-9th-2010-time-menurut.html' title='Status: ga ngerti'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S0en2ZGJeEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7ljv23lb6l0/s72-c/couple-holding-hands-photographic-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-893660983894529597</id><published>2010-01-06T18:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T05:51:58.187+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragment of mind'/><title type='text'>JUST DO IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;emang melakukan sesuatu itu susah.. perlu dipikirin, perlu diliet-liet resiko ny, perlu diperhatiin sebab akibatnya.. tapi apa jadi ny kalau akhirnya, saking kelamaan mikir, lo malah ga melakukan apa-apa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contoh kasus.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Owi cuci mobil sono"&lt;br /&gt;Owi: "Aduh sabun ny abis, ma.. Beli dolo.."&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Ya beli gih, tuh duitnya d atas meja"&lt;br /&gt;Owi: "Kayanya mau ujan ma gelep gitu, cuci mobil nya besok2 aja deh kalo musim kemarau"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Males banget sih! percuma punya mobil kalo ga dirawat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contoh kasus kedua.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Owi cuci mobil sono"&lt;br /&gt;Owi: "Aduh sabun ny abis, ma.. Minta duid donk beli sabun."&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Tuh ambil di atas meja.."&lt;br /&gt;Owi: "Yawd, pegi dulu deh bentar.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita analisa. kalo yg pertama, hasilnya adalah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nyokap bete anaknya males,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sabun mobil tetep ga ada yg beli, dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mobil tetep kotor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kalo yg kedua, emang, siapa sih yg ga males nyuci mobil :p tapi tentu saja akan lebih baik hasilnya karena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nyokap ga nyap-nyap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;laen kali kalo mao cuci mobil lebih gmpg krn sabun udah ada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mobil jadi bersih! seneng kn lietnya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ini juga dapat lo aplikasikan k kehidupan lo masing-masing.. daripada nungguin nasib ga jelas, nunggu keajaiban dateng, knapa sih kita ga berbuat sesuatu? yea, bener, sometimes we don't know what we're doing, but at least we're DOING SOMETHING just to change our way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa ga gerah liet orang-orang cuma nunggu dikasih bantuan? knapa mereka ga kerja untuk ngedapetin apa yg mereka mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, peeps, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why don't we start to do something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everybody's gotta have their vision -to continue living- and a mission -to continue feeling alive-&lt;/span&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/1677434867761465726-893660983894529597?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/893660983894529597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-do-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/893660983894529597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/893660983894529597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-do-it.html' title='JUST DO IT!'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677434867761465726.post-993599274446525668</id><published>2010-01-03T03:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:37:34.067+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 3AM in the morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes, my eyes are still opened for God-knows-why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my first posting and i don't even know what i'm gonna write&lt;/span&gt;..! gue bahkan gatau ad juntrungan apa yg bisa buat gue melek pagi buta gini untuk buat sebuah blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;.. dmana orang bisa tulis semua yang mereka mau. mereka bisa mencurahkan keinginan mereka, bisa ngemeng tentang apapun yang ada di otak dan pikiran mereka, bisa tulis hal-hal baik yang mereka suka maupun benci, dan dmana mereka bisa meningkatkan kemampuan berbahasa mereka sehingga *diharapkan* menjadi baik dan benar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt; oke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kalo gitu, kayanya gue akan butuh sebuah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blog, sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yup i need to let my heart out..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(belakangan, kayanya lingkungan ga mendukung dalam hal "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me-letting-my-heart-out&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish, this can help me in expressing my heart, my mind, my crazyness, my philosophy, my complicated mind, or even my simple life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, eventho just a wee bit :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight, it's just me, my messy moody mind, and my warm &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; blanky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1677434867761465726-993599274446525668?l=messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/feeds/993599274446525668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-3am-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/993599274446525668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677434867761465726/posts/default/993599274446525668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymoodyhappywee.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-3am-in-morning.html' title='it&apos;s 3AM in the morning.'/><author><name>oH Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634510825328688275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9E1tO_3Dtg/S5U-A69vdZI/AAAAAAAAACA/qKQFKa6pQNo/S220/IMG_0299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
