<?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-2938558035858005710</id><updated>2012-02-08T19:04:58.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.M (Moments Of Mine)</title><subtitle type='html'>life is too short to not enjoy it and share with others</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-2622654728404346156</id><published>2012-01-28T21:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:48:04.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I guess i'm lucky, to surrounded by friends. At first, i worry a lot because, i'm not so social person, i tend to like alone, feel peace. But i'm luck enough. At junior high, i couldn't say hi or introduce myself first, because i've know a little from them (not all i know from the same elementary). Lucky me, they are so nice to accept and get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;At senior high, i courage myself to speak first, lucky me, i've found many friends and closest friends, my besties. As i moved to the next grades, i knew many more people. I found social life is great this years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;College, i get used to encourage myself to get to know first, but people in college is far more wide from senior high, there's many more differences, like culture, the way we talk and else. Difference are made to be faced, so i faced it, and lucky me again, i can adapt to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now, i remembered all the faces, all the names, all the personalities that have me to be his/her friends, i'm proud of them, happy to know they're my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have you friends! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-2622654728404346156?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/2622654728404346156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/2622654728404346156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-9015486917541405981</id><published>2012-01-27T10:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:31:46.567+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and technology (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>One usual day, my mom and me, sitting on the car, waiting for my lil sis from her school&lt;br /&gt;Get bored, i guess, my mom decide to look her phone, checking out her contacts on the messenger&lt;br /&gt;Then, she suddenly ask me, "hey, whose picture you use here?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue what she's talking about, then "oh,*realize what sehe meant, it's my photo, of course, who else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;: "...NO, i know my daughter's face, you're not like this photo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: "...Mom, c'mon.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;: "Hey, is it your big sis?" *show her phone to my lil sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lil sis&lt;/b&gt;: "Yes mom, it's her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;: "It doesn't look like her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: "*totally speechless"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LN1MRW8l6Sw/TyIaeEcUOQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kDsbxbF2Em8/s1600/CM+Capture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LN1MRW8l6Sw/TyIaeEcUOQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kDsbxbF2Em8/s400/CM+Capture+2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;mom...why you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's one of many "incidents" that makes me speechless, yeah, because of my mom and technology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh boy, i've got to get used to it for a long long time now ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-9015486917541405981?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/9015486917541405981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/9015486917541405981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2012/01/mom-and-technology-part-1.html' title='Mom and technology (Part 1)'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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about the lyrics, it's a nice lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everything i'm going to say is the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sugar is salty, and salt is so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Winter is a sweaty season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and summer is a freezing one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Whales swim in the starry sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Diving through an eternal rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I hate everything about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And I never want you to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'd forget you in a moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;There's nothing memorable about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The gods exist, and 6.5 billion dreams will come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Someday strife will disappear, and everyone can smile eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And although i hate you, you're fine and still breathing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Still breathing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everything i'm going to say is still the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;There's no end to life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And changing the past is trivial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I hate everything about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Right down to your stomach growling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;If you're not sleepy, you sleep again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;if you're weary, you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The sun rises in the west,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and rabbits live on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Happiness is ever endless, and everyone on earth is a good person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And although i hate you, I can meet you anytime i want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;anytime i want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everything i just said was an utter lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;So i want you to ignore it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Please ignore it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The gods don't exist, nearly all dreams will crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Strife will go on and everyone sees the end coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I love everything about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I wanted you to be with me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The vanishing you and me, the liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Me, the liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everything i just said could be lies or the truth, i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;In this wonderful world of ours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I want part of you to live on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really liked the lyrics, though it's not a really happy song, it's sad. But it makes me think a lot about life and loving someone, like i have to tell the person how i really feel though i mostly denied it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just don't want to be the girl on the song, who's regretting and repenting herself with lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Furthermore, this song make me remember my older brother, who hasn't got a chance to live, if he live now, he could be 21 years old this year, and i never know him entire life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I suddenly miss him, wishing that he coud b with me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song help me through the pain or the stress i got, i thanked this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;watch this song :&amp;nbsp;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rl_QbG5RTPg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;lyrics copyright within the video&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/2938558035858005710-2877434596418168666?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/2877434596418168666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=2877434596418168666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/2877434596418168666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/2877434596418168666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2012/01/eight-hundred-lies.html' title='Eight Hundred Lies'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-5630010615786053352</id><published>2012-01-26T13:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:11:52.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies,why you so c**e??</title><content type='html'>Last time, me and my friend, @vaniaholic got a photo session jobs from one of my lecturer in my college&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer wants me and my friends to come to her house and take a picture of her son and her dog&lt;br /&gt;Their name is Marc and Snorky (the dog)&lt;br /&gt;First impression, the baby is so cute, the cheek is so fluffy, remember the dialog from "Despicable Me"?&lt;br /&gt;"It's so fluffy i'm gonna die!!" *yeah that dialog xD&lt;br /&gt;Because of the dog still on the salon, so we began with the baby&lt;br /&gt;After have "catch and stop" the baby game, tired, we let the baby play and walk to his mom&lt;br /&gt;I get bored, waiting for the dog, then, i see the piano toys, and touch one button&lt;br /&gt;*click, the song play&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, the baby is clinging on me...like "what are you doing??" then racing through his toy&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ2f9L3P0oI/TyD2u1Qw1_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Azfu7BgIF8A/s1600/CM+Capture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ2f9L3P0oI/TyD2u1Qw1_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Azfu7BgIF8A/s400/CM+Capture+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just some illustration i made :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That day i've a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Marc :#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-5630010615786053352?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/5630010615786053352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=5630010615786053352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/5630010615786053352'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>It's second year everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, on the mall, i saw couple of groups of senior high students and junior high students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of a sudden, i miss my old uniform, i miss those moment when me and my friend complain about have to go to the mall with our uniform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smiled to myself with that memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of a sudden, everything seems flowing out so fast, i didn't think i'm in a college for 2 year already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of a sudden, i found myself help my lil sis to register a college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, it feels like it's all of a sudden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 year passed just like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;creepy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;scared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;challenged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm grateful that i can through all those years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remembered those junior high craziness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doubtful senior high years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;freshmen years on college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all those memories become so fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the past is still the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i must walk the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-448995493105295447?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/448995493105295447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=448995493105295447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/448995493105295447'/><link 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i know, people sure have problems when it get to their relationships, boys or girls&lt;br /&gt;Books like "Man from Mars, Woman from Venus" makes me wonder, how could it be so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know how could it be like that until i was in senior high school&lt;br /&gt;let's say i have a best friend, a really close one since the first year, we have a lot time together, and have such a common, we pass the first year together nicely, the next year, we separated only by one class, she's (my friend) in the next door class, she suddenly attract to boy in my class. The next thing i know is i helped them and happy for them. But, as we all know, relationships sometimes doesn't end well, so my best friend with my classmates didn't end well, the drama begin. It's really a traumatic experience, i'm scared by them, and i don't really like to trapped in those condition again. Condition where i'm the one who has the fault to the end of their relation, who should be blamed to their fight, and many more, the condition when i'm the "evil" to them, much worst the person i like, trust the story. I remembered precisely how i felt that moment. For the further worst, my best friends now grow further apart, not like then, i lost my best friend for merely a relationship with boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it?because until now, i'm still missing my best friend, waiting and wondering if we ever be the same as we used to be, 2-3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm in 2nd year in college, people ask why i'm still single and so on, and so on&lt;br /&gt;They think i'm not into it yet, they never know, because i'm keeping the story myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a normal girl, who has crushes, and experience many heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;Regret? a lot, why? because i never had a chance to show it to someone i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not always about boys life is, so i want to live it slowly, and i hope finally there's someone, maybe, to accompany the rest of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-3050667641516515655?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/3050667641516515655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=3050667641516515655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/3050667641516515655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/3050667641516515655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2012/01/boys.html' title='Boys...'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-7818831236887925750</id><published>2012-01-25T13:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:12:29.062+07:00</updated><title type='text'>20, the new page of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, hi all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After find myself wandering, surfing through the internet, i finally found my old blog, yeah it's awful, and i'm not posting it since...2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm laughing myself of what i'm reading, i can't believe my eyes that i was the one who wrote that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm realized how stupid and naive i was, i don't know if i'm still like that now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, i realized how much i grew since and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My language and perspective are changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i think is okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe i will find myself 10 years ahead, reading through this blog again and realize, that i'm still changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe i will find myself still the same as now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lately, i watch many entertainment show that many of the guest give themselves a letter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i found it really interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i'm gonna do the same now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Dear Regina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know how it's getting tough and tougher everyday, but i think we'll be just fine, just like the past 20 years that we've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Now you're facing new challenge, that might have to change the way you think, react, and act, but i know that we can adapt ourself to the challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;This year, we're gonna turn to 20's, people say, life just begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;So let's live our life better this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I know how hard life can be, we past awkward teenager phase, and we know how to survive the adult world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now since our way of perspectives is changing, i think we should respect ourself more, not like the past decades.I know you're confused with the path you choose for the future,I know you sometimes look back and wondered if you ever makes mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Learn that people makes mistakes, but hey, life still go on.People have choices, so do we.&amp;nbsp;Choose wisely from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;See you in next 5-10 years now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;From the person you know the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-7818831236887925750?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/7818831236887925750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=7818831236887925750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/7818831236887925750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/7818831236887925750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2012/01/20-new-page-of-life.html' title='20, the new page of life'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-8807493665632482278</id><published>2009-12-04T12:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:41:09.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I met You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;:boring...do things a s always..go to school, study, eat, and go to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;:hmm..i hear that the class will have a new student...hmmp! don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;:I met a nice guy when i fell of my books in school alley..(he's so handsome!"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;:What?!!The guy i met yesterday is the new student??!!(*heppiiii...^0^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;:OMG..HE ASK ME MY TELEPHONE NUMBER! ( *rolling on the bed and put the pillow on my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;:courage myself to ask,"do u want go somewhere with me?" and to say,"yes/no,just the two of us!" or " see u tomorrow!" (-&amp;gt;&amp;lt;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;:Having a great time with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday again&lt;/span&gt;: Can't wait to arrive at school...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday again&lt;/span&gt;:I SHARED 1 TEXTBOOK WITH HIM (uaaa...deg!deg!deg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;: (i still don't believe thiS) HE ASK ME TO GO OUT..JUST THE TWO OF US!!!(uaaa...what to wear??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;: Waiting is no longer a boring activity..not anymore..because I'm waiting 4 hinm..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday~Monday&lt;/span&gt;:having a lovely day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~3 months later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;: "I LOVE YOU..WANT YOU TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND"..at last..I hear it from him (of course, i say,"yes..i like to be ur girl!"&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/2938558035858005710-8807493665632482278?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/8807493665632482278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/8807493665632482278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-met-you.html' title='When I met You'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-114485468992099092</id><published>2009-10-27T17:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:24:15.331+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>~How many times did I have to cry before you would actually listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~So what if I like black it doesn't make me a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Things to do today: 1. Get Up  2. Survive  3. Go back to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me, cause you don't even care enough to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Never make someone your everything, cause when they're gone you've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sorry I just can't be everything you've ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The truth is you could slit my throat and with my last dying breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was so stupid to think that for one second you actually cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~"I love you" is eight letters long but then again so is "bullshit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You know you love him when everynight you can't help but cry because you know he's not yours, he's hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm not crying over what you said, it's what you didn't say that hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't miss you, I miss the person I thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~They both fell in love with each other and neither wanted to admit it because neither one wanted to ruin their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pain doesn't hurt... when its all you've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry so I could fucking drown you in them.&lt;br /&gt;-love is when you miss him even before he is gone, when you could listen to him all night and not get tired of his voice, when the sound of his name sends chills down your spine, and when you see his smile the second you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love is when you look into someones eyes and see everything you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-never frown even when your sad you never know who is fallin in love with you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-do not use a hatchet to remove a fly from you friends head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a true friend is someone that reaches for you hand and touches you heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-friends are like fiddle strings, they must not be screwed to much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no man is worth tears, and the only one that is will bever make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love without return is like a question without an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when you find someone whos weirdness is compatible with yours, you join up with then fall into mutual satisfying weirdness- and call it love-true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-immatue love says "i love you cause i need you" mature love says "i need you cause i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dance like no one is watchin, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like no one's listenin, live like heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love is like a butterfly, which when pursued is just beyond your grasp, but if you sit down quietly it may allight on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have found many men that do not know how to kiss, but i always fine the time to teach them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a simply "i love you" means more than money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seduce my mind and you can have my body, find my soul and im all yours&lt;br /&gt;I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love, and I can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the crash of the rhino , if it cant find a way it will make a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as man remains free, he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man loves little and often: Woman much and rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true man does not need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of her life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night has become a sunny dawn because of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the world you may be someone, but to someone you may be the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absence sharpens love, but presence strengthens it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are down, only her love can save you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life began after I fell in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the answer to every prayer I've said. I couldn't have made you more perfect if I tried. You have become a thief and stolen my heart. Please don't be a vandal and break it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the rainbow, you have to put up with a little rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time brings a lot of changes my dear and that is really true but one thing never changes that is my love for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose your love is to have lived a thousand lives, and have them end all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fear love is to fear life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is not living with the person you love, but living with the person you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course of true love never did run smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speech of someone in love bores everyone except the loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know how great my love is? Count the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are shaped and fashioned by what we love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one lifetime wish, one wish that would come true, I'd pray to God with all my heart, for yesterday...and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had one phone call to make before you died, who would you call, what would you say, and why are you WAITING?!"&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep I dream of you, and when I wake I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is one person. One person to hold me down and force me to say how I really feel about what I have to say. One person to hug me and tell me things will be okay, even if they won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could live without you for as long as I have. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I always have and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;(The Notebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want happiness for an hour, take a nap. If you want happiness for a day, go fishing. If you want happiness for a month, get married. If you want happiness for a year, inherit a fortune. If you want happiness for a lifetime, help someone else.&lt;br /&gt;(Chinese Proverb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend most of our time talking about nothing, but I just want to let you know that all those nothings have meant so much more to me than so many something’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s scary and confusing, yet exhilarating. I don’t know how to explain it, I guess the easiest way to say it only uses three words: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve given me reasons to smile, good times to laugh about, but most of all you’ve given me memories I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the world’s standard, you may not be perfect or even close to it. But I love you and to me, you’re as perfect as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the way you grab my hand and hold it, or the way you kiss me, or maybe it’s the way you put your arms around me. Maybe it’s the way you look at me or the way your smile makes me melt. Maybe it’s the way we can talk on the phone for hours about absolutely nothing at all but it still makes me feel like I had the best conversation of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you kissed me that night, I couldn’t help but think that this I exactly what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love someone is to see something that no one else sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I’ve never felt this way about someone before and that’s what really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel everything and nothing at all at once. Sometimes you’ll find yourself smiling while missing something at the same time. At times you can absolutely love a person, all the while wanting to hate them. Life comes without guarantees, except that smiling will brighten your face and laughing will enhance your eyes and falling in love will change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time you still have this amazing power to make me feel absolutely crazy every time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, kid, I’m crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in my life that I’ll always remember, not because they were important, but because you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t question it, just let it happen. If it’s meant to be, it’ll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could explain to you how I felt, because every night before I go to bed, you’re all I think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that I can fix all your problems, but I can promise that you'll never have to go through them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world, the sky and the stars. I just want you to like underneath them with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down, I may not always be able to pick you up. But I promise I'll always be willing to lay right next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could bottle up the feeling I get when you smile and keep it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone is going to walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you love something, you just want to be surrounded by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I feel for you, it's what I don't feel for anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I still stare at you, amazed and absolutely enchanted. And even though I've held your gaze a thousand times, when you turn to me and give me that silly grin of yours, you still make me blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that good of a person. I make mistakes. I have regrets. I act a lot slower than I really am. I cry. I laugh way too loud when something isn't really that funny. And sometimes the mean things people say about me can really get to me. But, when I'm with you, I found that none of that matters because you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those feelings. The ones where I get the good kind of goose bumps in 90 degree weather. I sit there thinking about you and I can't help but smile whenever I see you. You take my breath away. I'd rather spend the rest of my life, sitting there with you than winning the lottery or becoming famous, because, when I'm with you, I have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a million reasons to leave, but only one that's making me stay. You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships aren't easy. So much comes with them. No one actually realizes how much trouble a relationship is. It may seem great at first, but are you still going to feel that way when you realize you cannot trust them or when you are fighting with them? Are you going to feel that way in the good times and the bad times? Most likely, you aren't going to. But that's what makes a relationship so amazing. No matter how much you hate that person, if it's true love, it'll always work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are hard, but they're absolutely the most beautiful thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;(Kate Bosworth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people describe love as being "head over heels". You feel like you're completely turned upside down. There's the physical stuff -- your cheeks getting hot, the flutters in your stomach. And then there's the mental madness -- you feel like you're losing your mind because all you can think about is the way they smell, how good it feels when they put their arms around you, or the cute little dimple they get when they smile. When you're with them, there's no other place you'd rather be; when you're not, you can barely wait until you see them again. Love is a total high -- better than eating chocolate, acing a test, or scoring the winning goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't easy; it's damn hard. It makes you go through things that you hoped you would never have to. But the marvelous thing about love is that it's always worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a quotes that i read while i think about someone...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-114485468992099092?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/114485468992099092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=114485468992099092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/114485468992099092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/114485468992099092'/><link 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temenku yang "abnormal" yang malah bilang begini " eh, re, drpd km susa2 cari univ apa jurusan apa...kamu dftr aj k kelasku.."trus aku yang " polos" menanyakan dengan luguny..dan balasannya" haha ya masuk di rumahku aja..masuk jurusan pembantu rumah tangga..haha..dapat ijazah..hahaha" (semoga yang ngmg kerasa!amin!wkwk)&lt;br /&gt;Sampai detik inipun..masih adaaa aja yang nanyain hal it ke aku..!lewat fb kek. lewat sms kek..bahkn di skul!&lt;br /&gt;Banyak juga yang nany ttg prospek kerja..dan terus terang aja..aku ga ngerti!soalnya..aku sndr bakal kerja dari nol..alias bikin kerjaan sendiri..jadi aku ga tahu menahu ttg ap yg hrs dbthkn u/ menjwb tetek bengek pertanyaan anak2 ttg mampu ga nya diterima di pekerjaan dan seberapa tgg jabatan yang dapat dia raih..&lt;br /&gt;Emang se..meski ak buka usaha sndr..aku jg mesti mikirin it, bwt standar pegawaiku ntar..hehe..tapi setelah pikir2 lagi..pegawaiku hanya memerlukan syarat:&lt;br /&gt;1. mau bekerja&lt;br /&gt;2.tak takut gagal&lt;br /&gt;3.mau usaha&lt;br /&gt;4.ulet&lt;br /&gt;After all..successfull is comes from 99% effort and 1% skill right?..jd mnurutku ada tidaknya bakat kalo uda ngerti cara kinerjanya trus mau mencoba tanpa pantang mnyrh...smuany bisa kompeten dah jadi mitra kerjaku..hehe( mau daftar??)&lt;br /&gt;yah..aku kira semua jurusan di kuliah puny keunggulan pada suatu pekerjaan, tak bisa menilai pekerjaan itu dari seberapa besar uang yang kamu dapatkan, tapi pengalaman apa yang kamu bisa dptkn dr pekerjaan itu..(monay is not so important, because it can't bought an experience)..&lt;br /&gt;Smoga...bagi2 temen2 smua yang skarang ini duduk di kelas 3 sma di seluruh penjuru tanah air ini..aku doakan..semoga kalian dapat menemukan apa yang kalian mau!amin!good luck!^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-1537561261669876433?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-1376457543004796115</id><published>2009-10-24T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:39:22.691+07:00</updated><title type='text'>EveryBody,..I'm Back!:D</title><content type='html'>Ahha..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya..&lt;br /&gt;aku ingat password bloggerku..:p&lt;br /&gt;uaaa...&lt;br /&gt;kangennya ma blogku..&lt;br /&gt;yah..bwt pemirsa skalian...&lt;br /&gt;HI...EVERYBODY...!&lt;br /&gt;still having a good time here!^^&lt;br /&gt;see u in my next articel..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-1376457543004796115?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ya, taon ini aku bakal berumur 17!yak 17 sodara2, akhirnya buat KTP juga...loh! &lt;br /&gt;   Bukan masalah KTP ato SIM ato apapun itu yang bakal kubuat ntar, tapi kiat2ku untuk berubah menjadi DEWASA..yakkk Regina bakal menjadi dewasa!wkwkwk...Temenku sring mengejekku childish ato kekanak2an...yah, ga terang2an si, tapi perlakuan semacam itu kerap kudapatkan. Aku tak merasa terganggu tapi, setidaknya, untuk taon depan perlakuan itu sdikit berkrg.&lt;br /&gt;   Aku juga mikir, ternyata uda lama juga ya aku tinggal di dunia ini..(wah, mode puitis ON!) Sudah 17 taon..1 dekade dan 7 taon tepatnya. Tak lama lagi ku harus bekerja sendiri (wdh, jangan cepet2..blon kuliah!). Kadang aku takut, memikirkan betapa cepatnya 1 taon itu berlalu,  bulan, 2 bulan, terus berlalu, sampe taon yang baru lagi. Aku slalu merasa sperti itu saat bulan kelhiranku, Juni, smakin mendekat. Bukannya aku tidak ingin berulang tahun, tapi, seakan-kan aku tak dapat mengontrol aliran waktu ini. Aku punya rencana, rencana yang kubuat tiap taun berganti, tapi seringkali rencana itu blon terpenuhi, karena taon itu sudah berakhir. &lt;br /&gt;   Aku berharap, di taon ini, smua rencanaku terpenuhi, dan hpefully, kusmakin bertambah dewasa bukan darisegi fisik saja tapi juga mentalnya. Smoga taon taon berikutnya aku bisa menikmatinya perlahan-lahan, karena menurutku anak2 muda jaman sekarang tak bisa menikmatinya karena tuntutan pendidikan yang makin lama makin berat dan kompleks, kita diwajibkan untuk belajar setiap hari hingga kita tak dapat benar2 menikmati lewatnya 1 hari. Tapi, mau bagaimana lagi,mau tak mau kita harus blajar untuk kehidupan yang akan datang. Hmmm...HOPE THIS AND THE NEXT YEAR WILL BE BETTER AND BETTER THAN THIS YEAR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-2743080990598416931?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/2743080990598416931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=2743080990598416931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/2743080990598416931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/2743080990598416931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-this-year.html' title='In this year..'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-1448662936200969775</id><published>2009-06-08T16:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:40:52.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngantukkk...! (Exist Anniversary Part 2-end)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yah..kukira bakal padat acaranya, kukira 1 hari itu ga ada namanya istilah nganggur..tapi kenyataannya emang kita menganggur!Memang sih hari pertama tidak bisa banyak melakukan kegiatan karena faktor capai karena perjalanan, yang dimaksud disini tentu saja aku, Mon,Marsha, dan Sara(terutama David, sebagai pengemudi ;p). Kenapa? Karena, kita sudah mengelilingi are pegunungan ini!kuuulangi skali lagi kmi benar benar memutari kompleks vilanya!kami naik dan turun melewati jalan yang sama lebih dari yang bisa kuingat. Kami benar-benar buta arah. Mobil lain mungkin sudah sampai, karena mereka "dipandu" oleh pengemudi yang benar, yah harap dimaklumilah...ckck.Ini benar-benar perjalanan yang paling mengerikan di sepanjang hidupku, terdiri dari tanjakan curam dan mobil yang mlorot (baca part 1) dihiasi dengan ga taunya arah tujuan dan tak adanya bantuan dari mobil lain (mantep banget rasae!).Yah, meski demikian perjalanan ini menyenangkan karena kita bisa mengobrol dan ketawa sepanjang jalan (akibatnya suara Marsha, aku, Mon serak2s..hehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sampailah juga di vilanya dingly, rupanya perkiraan kami benar, merewka sudah sampai lebih dulu, dan parahnya, sudah pada makan smua!ckck...benar2 parah kita nyasarnya. Katanya anak2, kita ditungguin dan beberapa mengomel karena kita lama sekali (Marsha bete, karena saat janjian di SOTO GONDRONG, kita ditinggalin, padahal sms yang menyatakan kita ditungguin baru 15 menit, 15 menit saudara2...). Yah, kita nyampe dengan muka bete dan capai dan lebih bagusnya lagi kita disambut dengan muka cemberut dan lebih cemberut lagi. Kita langsung menuju kamar dan menaruh koper. Lalu, keluar lagi untuk mengisi perut yang dari tadi menangis miinta makan.hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Penuh!perutku benar2 penuh!OMG!kita makan 1 porsi mi, bakso, dan sate dalam waktu yang singkat..bisa dibayangkan kan...Nah, disini mulai keisengan anak2, 4 cowok, yang tak asing lagi, Fajar, Marco, Surya, Benny, berebut berlomba menceburkan anak di kolam, apa tak ada lomba lainnya, kenapa harus menceburkan anak di kolam? Aku, Mon, Marsha, Sara, Mam Rita, Vq, Dessy, masih ada yang menikmati menyantap sate, dan mengobrol tentunya, kita masih santai2 melihat satu persatu teman kita dirobohkan ke kolam..haha.Tspi, begitu melihat ga ada lagi yang ada di permukaan, semuanya udah di kolam, kita langsung mulai cemas2...aku, Mon, Sara, dan Marsha uda berencana untuk sembunyi di kamar melihat lokasi kamar kita yang amat dekat dari kolam. Begitulah, kita menunggu kesempatan untuk kabur (kalo buru2 pergi, mereka bakal langsung lari dan memburu kita lebih dulu...weits, ini tak blh terjd). Akhirnya, kesempatan itu dtg jg, kita memutuskan untuk melarikan diri saat mam rita diceburin, kita masuk kamar dan berganti baju, jaga jaga kalo mereka sampe menguber kita untuk nyebur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yak, kitapun kluar, kita semua tertawa lega karena 4 bersodara itu uda asyik main di kolam. Tapi...tunggu dulu..Oh, tidak!Marco ngeliat ke arah kita, oh tidak, dia mulai mengarah ke tepi kolam, bersama 3 sodaranya. Akupun langsung menuju ke arah kolam, pelan-pelan duduk lalu nyebur, haha..daripada diceburin mending nyebur sendiri..haha..aku ngajak Marsha, Mon, dan Sara yang masih enggan nyebur. Akhirnya, Marsha dan Sara nyebur sendiri, tinggalah Mon sendirian, dia uda dikerubungi sama cowo2 itu, dan entah gimana aku meliat dia diangkat dan dilempar, sama seperti nasib Mam Rita, hahaha...Mon syok, hidungnya sakit karena menghirup udara, kita yang ada di kolam cuma bisa menggigil dan ketawa...OMG, airnya benar-benar dingiiiiinnnn...!Untung manusia bisa menyesuaikan suhunya dengan keadaan sekitarnya, kalo tidak, wah, besoknya bisa2 ada penjualan barang baru di pasar, namanya REGINA BEKU!*jrengjengjeng...!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kita memutuskan untuk naik ke permukaan lagi setelah puas berenang dan berfoto ria dengan muka nyengir campur kedinginn di sekujur badan. Karena kita semua kedinginan, kitapun memutuskan untuk mandi berdua dua. Mon, dengan ide gilanya, mencetuskan mandi ala karousel, yak. mandi karousel sebutku. Begini, kita saling memunggungi satu sama lain, lalu melakukan bisnisnya masing2, karena hanya ada satu pancuran ,ntar saling berteriak,"Gantian dunk shower!&amp;gt;&amp;lt;"hahaha...kita tertawa terbahak2!benar benar mati ketawa hari ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huff..CAPEK NULIS BLOGNYA..HEHEHE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Selanjutnya diringkas aja ya..hahaha malam kesatu, aku berhasil tidur jam 3 pagi dan bangun 6 pagi -#-...malam kedua lumayanlah, tidur pukul 1 pagi dan bangun pukul 8 pagi hehehe). Kita ke BNS pada hari kedua, seru banget di sana, ga kerasa capeknya sampean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ga kerasa, uda waktunya untuk plg, mengingat perjalanan kemarin, aku benar2 ga bisa tidur selama perjalanan, rencana keduaku untuk tidur selama perjalan pulang juga hancur dengan indahnya....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yakk, sekian EXIST ANNIVERSARY!SAYONARA MAM RITA!SERING2 DATANG KE KLAS KITA YA...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938558035858005710-1448662936200969775?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/1448662936200969775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/1448662936200969775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2009/06/ngantukkk-exist-anniversary-part-2-end.html' title='Ngantukkk...! (Exist Anniversary Part 2-end)'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-4002442029918115435</id><published>2009-06-05T17:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:40:37.319+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awas...Mlorooot(Exist Anniversary Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tak terasa..akhir tahun sudah di depan mata. Sudah satu tahun ku berada di kelasku, kelas XI IPS &amp;nbsp;alias Exist! Meski kami tak berpisah karena kami akan berada di kelas yang sama lagi tahun depan, kami tetap mengadakan perpisahan, karena wali kelas kami akan ganti..bukan Mam Rita lagi...*hikssss....*. Waktu untuk bersenang senang diputuskan oleh kelas untuk dihabiskan di vilanya dingly di tretes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kami berangkat pada tanggal 2 Juni 2009 dari sekolah kami tercinta. Jam keberangkatan...seperti biasa...*leh..*.. molor setengah jam..haha..Kami naik mobil...jadi terpisah-pisah. Aku duduk di mobil bersama Marsha, Mon, Sara, dan David, pacar Marsha yang asyik menyetir. Kami naik mobil stream..(mobil ini yang menentukan ajaibnya perjalanan kita ini...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sesampainya di daerah tretes, kami berusaha untuk menghubungi teman-teman yang berada di mobil yang lain, untuk menanyakan lokasi vila yang akan kami tempati itu. Nah..di sini perjalanan kami dimulai. Jalan mulai menanjak, kami mulai memasuki area-area yang menanjak karena rupanya lokasi vila itu berada di daerah yang bisa dicapai setelah melewati tanjakan ini. Mobil-mobil lain tidak mengalami masalah, karena mobil yang lain memiliki CC yang besar, membuatnya mudah melewati tanajakan ini. Apesnya…mobil yang kunaiki CCnya kecil…hahaha..tapi kita nekat aja…lanjuuuttt! Gas sudah diinjak sekuat mungkin, semaksimal mungkin, suara meyakinkan datang dari mesin…greeeeng…! seperti orang yang mengebut dengan kecepatan 200 km/jam..! tapi betapa terkejutnya aku..karena angka yang ditunjukkan speedometer mobil cuma….20 km/jam! Dengan jalan yang berbukitbukit, jadilah..jetcoaster mini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Satu demi satu tanjakan kita lewati...untunglah masih selamat. Weits..tunggu sebentar!Wow!ada tanjakan yang curam dan tinggi...!!!OMG!dan bagusnya...Mon, cerita kalo mobilnya pernah mlorot! wis..tambah jedag jedug rasae...aku ngomel, seharusnya beritahunya di atas, dan Mon mengiyakan dan begitu sampai, Mon memang bilang &amp;nbsp;lagi kalo mobilnya pernah mlorot..hahaha...telat dah...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/Sij6M9xlFgI/AAAAAAAAABU/7D7qnwuw4lk/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796058522981890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/Sij6M9xlFgI/AAAAAAAAABU/7D7qnwuw4lk/s320/DSC00289.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Karena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nganggur, aku foto pemandangan di luar..menghilangkan stres akibat jetcoaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yah..sampe juga deh...rencanaku untuk tidur slama perjalanan hancur dengan indahnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/2938558035858005710-4002442029918115435?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/4002442029918115435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/4002442029918115435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2009/06/awasmloroootexist-anniversary-part-1.html' title='Awas...Mlorooot(Exist Anniversary Part 1)'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/Sij6M9xlFgI/AAAAAAAAABU/7D7qnwuw4lk/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-5217187016451809712</id><published>2009-05-29T13:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:38:36.144+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth Sense...!(It's Real!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aku ini...tipe orang yang tak percaya sama hal-hal berbau mistis..tidak mudah percaya sama mitos-mitos yang ada..&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kalau mitos itu terbukti di depanku..baru deh percaya,hehe(sama aja dink!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soalnya pengalamanku sama hal-hal begituan hampir tidak ada alias adem anyem saja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuma satu pengalamanku yg...well..membuatku ngaku kalo hal mistis itu benar-benar ada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Satu, indra keenam, awalnya sih, ga percaya..kan sama kyk peramal2 gt ngramal masa depan yg blom bs dibuktikn kebenaranny sampai hal itu terjadi..(dan kebanyakan sih ga terjadi!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pandanganku brubah 180 drjt sjak aku klas 2 SMP. Saat tidur, kebanyakan aku berimpi ttg hal2 yang sebelumnya terjadi di hari itu juga, dan kadang pula mimpi yg khayal2 (seprt msk dunia film gtlh...&gt;&lt;). Tapi, kadang aku dapet mimpi aneh...biasanya kalo mimpi yang normal2 aja , aku melihat diriku sediri sebagai tokoh yang berbeda *cieee...bahasanya boks!*,tapi berbeda sama mimpi yang ini...aku menjadi diriku sendiri..jadi aku cm melihat tangan dan kaki seperti di dunia nyata, dan anehnya setny adlh tmpt yg takpernh kukunjungi dn aku berinteraksi sama orang yang sama sekali blom kukenal. Setelah dapet mimpi seperti ini..aku biasanya bakal mikir2 trus ttg mimpi tu. Dan ternyata, mimpi itu terjadi lo!mimpi itu jd kenyataan setelh 2-3 bln aku mimpiin kejadiannya. Awalnya sih ga sadar, tapi lama kelamaan jadi mikir gini,"Kok rasanya sudah pernh ya...". Yah, bisa dibilang seperti &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de javu&lt;/span&gt; sie.. cuma bedany..mimpi ini nunjukin..mana yg seharusny kulakukan dan mana yang tidak (sepert melihatkn masa dpn setelah kamu memutuskan segala sesuatu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sejak aku sadar dan mulai percaya, frekuensi "mimpi masa depan" itu smakin sering. Tapi sejauh ini yang paling sering adalah mimpi tentg keadaan di sekolah. dulu, pas aku klas 3 SMP aku mimpi lg skolah tp bkn berada di kelas yg sama seprti kelas smpku dulu..mimpi itu berlgsg ckp lama, ganti settingnya banyak, stlh bangun, aku sdr...kalo tempt itu tak lain adalah skolahku sekarang, SMAK St.Louis 1 Surabaya! dan kejadian yang kulihat terjadi paa masa OPS atau MOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Slain mimpi itu, kadang-kadang kalo lagi mlamun (ya...ketauan deh kalo suka mlamun..!) sukanya kebayang hal-hal yang aneh, ya kayak ngeliat tempat yang luas tp kosong (jarang sih..tapi nyeremin ah!&gt;&lt;). Kembali ke topik tidur, anehnya lagi, aku suka mimpi hitam (mimpi kosong, alias ga ada apa2nya, ga ada pemandangan, ga ada orang, bahkan ga bisa liat adanya tanda2 lainnya), jadi waktu mimpi itu, aku kayak patung, ya..cuma krasa ranjangnya gitu, dan yang bikin sebel itu..sukanya ditengah mimpi kayak jatuh dari tempt tinggi gt...kayak dibanting gt...Kalo uda krasa, pasti bangun deh..dan brau 1-2 jam berikutnya bisa tidur kmbl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nasib-nasib...&lt;br /&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/2938558035858005710-5217187016451809712?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/5217187016451809712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=5217187016451809712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/5217187016451809712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/5217187016451809712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixth-senseits-real.html' title='The Sixth Sense...!(It&apos;s Real!)'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938558035858005710.post-1244203112477741016</id><published>2009-05-27T12:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:45:29.634+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viola vs Violin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sebenarnya...napa sih kok aku bahas ini..gini lo awal ceritanya...mamaku tiba2 nanya gini..."Ce, ada ta alat musik yg namany viola..??".."Ya, adalah ma..mirip biola tapi lebih besar en lebih ngebass suaranya..(aku menjelaskan dengan pedenya..hehe)..Emang kenapa?".."Ga..cuma nanya aja kok.ini lo adiku mau dileskan viola aja deh...!".well itu awal dari cerita.Beberapa hari kemudian,temenku yang nanya.."Eh,Reg, belajar viola bareng yuk?Daripada violin enak viola kan??".."Lebih angel viola sih..soalnya lebih panjang jarak antar nadany.....blablabla.."(temenku mendengarkan tak percaya..haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Susah juga si njelasinnya...mana yang lebih enak ato lebih gampang..viola atau violin..karena sama-sama ga tau akhirnya hari ini aku coba-coba browsing internet..ini nih hasilnya..:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video Violin and  Viola: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2Bi1iY12UQ&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2Bi1iY12UQ&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(tntn viedo ini kalo mau dapet jawabannya...hehe*sayangnya...vidonya dalam inggris...ya..mohon maaap aja..ga nemu yang indonesia bukk...:p*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bagi pembaca yang kebetulan juga belajar viola maupun violin..mohon bantuannya ya..untuk melengkapi pengetahuan penulis ya...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ini beberapa link video ttg bila dan beberapa lagu keren yang patut dipelajari bila ingin belajar viola atau violin..^^ enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where in Heaven is Mozart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn9rDTZj-m4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn9rDTZj-m4&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn9rDTZj-m4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pachelbel Canon in D Original Instruments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvNQLJ1_HQ0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvNQLJ1_HQ0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvNQLJ1_HQ0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Entertainer Scott Joplin Violin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFlaBmsT-TM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFlaBmsT-TM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2938558035858005710-1244203112477741016?l=itsrere22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/feeds/1244203112477741016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938558035858005710&amp;postID=1244203112477741016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/1244203112477741016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938558035858005710/posts/default/1244203112477741016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrere22.blogspot.com/2009/05/viola-vs-violin.html' title='Viola vs Violin!'/><author><name>ItsRere22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020814669611939524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjUXL7uV3j4/ShzFN1L0pzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kxLz2BvihMw/S220/FiRsT+CurlyTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
