<?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-4662722150408526659</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:11:31.136+07:00</updated><category term='vacation on swan lake'/><title type='text'>Slurrppmiao!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-2592918975978387544</id><published>2010-04-19T16:14:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:06:10.705+07:00</updated><title type='text'>na na na na.. my 21st birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey hey heeey!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I haven't told ya bout my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21st bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, have I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's kinda becoming my habit, to make a post about my birthday, one month after my bdayiyaay! nyehehe &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, here comes, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;21 YEARS OLD lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still survive in a hot hot city, surabaya! hahaha.. this year I was more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;real-axed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than I was on my 20th bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's like, twenty something..? been there done that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. yes, I am more prepared for this. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, here is another bday with my family faar away from me, so I just got a chance to celebrate it with my beloved friends here! well, nothing really special this year, actually.. ey, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;liar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my bday is always special, however simple it is! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one simple habit on my bday is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to get a fine look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of course i have to wear nice clothes, clean up real nice, good hair, simply lookin'goood on my special day! it's a routine! this year's different thing is, my 3 besties texted me on midnite! yeah, 3 years with them and i didn't actually got any sms bday wishes from them before! heehee.. i got many bday wishes from lots and lots of friends and family, in FB, twitter, sms.. and i of course kindly replied 'em personally as always.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19-20 March 2010 is kinda exhausting,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i remembered.. many college tasks, saman dance practice (cz we were having a show coming up), went out till late, and the saman performance was on 20th, and i had to be at campus at 6 o'clock! huwoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heey! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my family sent me a large bday opera cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yaay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so, after class, me and my girls came to my casa to have a lil bday cake partay! hehe fuun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461775337257462082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfu0Q4aUI/AAAAAAAAASg/UU-JTNXOaRM/s320/IMG01681-20100319-1533.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here comes the BIG opera cake! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461775341780425858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfvFHPXII/AAAAAAAAASo/kIAJV0bYKoA/s320/IMG01684-20100319-1536.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;blow the candles, 21 years old lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i was really dying to see this great movie, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Name is Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. so i treated my girls to Sutos to see this movie! and i got to wear the shirts they gave me as bday present! it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and i loved it! :* turned out the movie, My Name is Khan is such a really guhrreat movie! i'm real happy that i get to watched it on my bday! and yeah, my besties were there for me.. they enjoyed the moment with me.. it had been a while tho, since the four of us went out together.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461775324668290194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfuFXY5JI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7Dy9LVYqod8/s320/Image443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461775328688889234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfuUV-XZI/AAAAAAAAASY/51dDIZ0_2nQ/s320/Image444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it is RED and i loved it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was simply a good good day for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;alhamdulillah, ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;thank you for the chance of being 21.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;thank you for the chance of being with my friends on my special day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;thank you for the people who care enuff to wishing me sweet things on my bday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, can't thank You enuff for all of Your blessings! alhamdulillah! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfvYesjZI/AAAAAAAAASw/is6VdoynJjM/s1600/IMG01693-20100319-1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfvYesjZI/AAAAAAAAASw/is6VdoynJjM/s1600/IMG01693-20100319-1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461775346979081618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfvYesjZI/AAAAAAAAASw/is6VdoynJjM/s320/IMG01693-20100319-1542.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were kumus-kumus, and happy! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-2592918975978387544?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2592918975978387544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=2592918975978387544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2592918975978387544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2592918975978387544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-na-na-na-my-21st-birthday.html' title='na na na na.. my 21st birthday!'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8wfu0Q4aUI/AAAAAAAAASg/UU-JTNXOaRM/s72-c/IMG01681-20100319-1533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-6798338052387409030</id><published>2010-04-18T23:20:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:46:22.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it that God tryin' to say to me? :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;uhm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8tBYgtlvDI/AAAAAAAAASI/xmMGno5YN4k/s1600/image201001110012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461530862470675506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8tBYgtlvDI/AAAAAAAAASI/xmMGno5YN4k/s320/image201001110012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have no idea, how people can be so easily get themself a person who is willing to stay by themselves. &lt;em&gt;(esp. women)&lt;/em&gt; y know what I mean, a partner in life. meanwhile me, myself, cried and cried many times to God, but stil not getting any. I have been feeling many ups and downs in this waiting. and the big Q has always been:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no answers to that yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; does He haven't trust me yet? I am 21 years old for heaven's sake! what else do I have to do? i've tried many ways tho. I have always been let myself open, but the chances were barely there. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am just a human being that is only trying to be normal. which in normal way, I know exactly that I have needs. i can not pretend no more that i don't need it. I do need some real relationship. I need to feel all those ups and downs in having a relationship with somebody. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;in crazy thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I always think that this is some kinda punishment for me. what is it that i've done in the past? please, if anybody that I have mistakes with, read this, if I have done anything that made you swear to God not to let me get a man for myself, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am begging you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me what is it that i've done so wrong, and how do I make it up to you? maybe you have some kinda power that made God 'listens' to your swear those times, that made Him won't give anyone nice for me to stay by my side.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it my destiny, to waiiiiit such a duper long loooong long long time, then He will give me either someone I have always expected to be The One, or else he'll give me another tryouts, by giving me someone that I am just stuck with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(either die alone or be with this person who is actually not great for me at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OOOOHHHH MY. MY LAWRD.. I am sad. :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and after all these times I have been passing through, for a pretty long time now, I haven't feel any sparks to anyone, for um, I don't know exactly for how many months already. I used to have someone that I really adore, and excited with, always. but yeah, in some case maybe I got a chance to get close to him, but it turns out I found out that he's &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gosh, I really miss the feeling of adoring someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yea, me of course didn't just stand here and wait. my assumption is, I just haven't really go out and publish myself that much. I believe, if I go out more, maybe join many this and that, meet many more people, it's not that impossible to find myself a man. but hey, the chances are from Lord, i believe.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; i just can not 'push' my destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I am truly believe that every single littlest tiniest things that me and everybody's going through, is arranged by the Lord. and I always keep my eyes wide open if I had chances to get there. i'm just hoping that Lord will give me many more chances to work things out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; it is all about patience.. all this pretty long time is.. oh yeah, not enough. should I still believe? oh, yes of course. just hafta keep hanging on to what I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAITH to The Great Lord.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-6798338052387409030?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6798338052387409030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=6798338052387409030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/6798338052387409030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/6798338052387409030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-it-that-god-tryin-to-say-to-me.html' title='What is it that God tryin&apos; to say to me? :/'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/S8tBYgtlvDI/AAAAAAAAASI/xmMGno5YN4k/s72-c/image201001110012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-7468907345849086199</id><published>2009-08-27T01:52:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:05:01.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mandhyta's having a cranky mooooood! LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SpWOBvO4bwI/AAAAAAAAARw/oj5I0RaH9Bo/s1600-h/aaaa5616_1143361036577_1604021733_30370443_2761454_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374357890846453506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 493px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SpWOBvO4bwI/AAAAAAAAARw/oj5I0RaH9Bo/s400/aaaa5616_1143361036577_1604021733_30370443_2761454_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yoyoyoyoyoooooiiii ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up people! been having a good life, eh? yeah. HOPE so! hahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if u wanna know my life, well, hours ago i can find myself in the most happiest and grreally really thankful for this life. but ya haah! i dunno, suddenly, ummh, my current mood when i was typing this, i feel like, umm, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;kraaaazzzeeehh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dunno. hav noo ideos palpados! grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets just say that im having this random &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cranky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a lil bit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;krazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mood! yoo hoo! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe bcos i just finished watching friends season 8, (l-l-late?? yeah, whatever you saay) and i don't find it has a happy ending! uurrrggghhh made my mood like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blaaahhh!! :z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i found some lovebirds on twitter and i read their timeline, like sooo in love, even it's new couple or the old ones.. hyaiiikksss.. plus, i had this yucky &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"bandeng asep"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that my auntie gave me today, and bleaahhhhh turned out i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like it! i felt nauseous! :'( and now my room smells fishy! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuuckk! :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and now im talking crazy on my blog, y know, usually i want perfection in this blog, buuuuut what the hell.. that perfection thing is an obstacle to me for being more spontaneous! &gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i've been nauseous and acting crazy for a moment now, and THIS is my way of stopping me become mooore hiperactively crazy! LOL. yeah baby, by updating my blog! hha! this typing thing helps to control my wackiness! ahahhaaa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*still dancing wacky thou!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, and i hate the fact that i'm havin more fun in microblogging on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twitter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so i have more intimate time with my bb, that it made me kinda awkward to type in my laptop keyboard! ahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been experiencing many ups and downs in my life since the last time i updated my blog.. well but lets just say that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life goes on and i have to move on and try and try and try to be a better person in every step that i take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wait. i know what u're thinking, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop stop stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dont throw me that 'ast-bug' yet!! if i can read ur mind, ure trying to yell:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THAT'S CLICHE MANDHYTAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what a motherf-er silly beee ouch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahahahaa yeah i know that, but y know, when u thought life could be so simple, as a matter of fact, life is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that easy.. but when u think the life u're live in is soo damn f-ing hard, just remember to aaaalways find the positive things and ask to God what's the meaning behind all this.. sooner or later u'll find the answer and then &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life feels so simple! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah we're all have our own problem in this life.. but we have no right to become a person that wouldn't care about others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy, that's just mean! :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me, personally still haven't found out the right way to be a right person that is mature enough to face this world with all its complication awaiting for me to be solved. by my age, i am a grown up and shud be living my life in a mature way. but gosh, the pressure of maturity just can NOT helping me being mature.. well, maybe i might, but maturely depressed. *hehe i think i could be easily depressed :/* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we're gonna be mature by nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i believe God have plans to all of us. whoa, might gone very looooong if i keep talkin bout this. about me-life-God-etc. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whew! see? i kinda solved my own problems tonite! i turned my mood from cranky to real calm, as u can see in my writing in this post;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the beginning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bzzzzttt *&amp;amp;%#$ bleahhhh!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at this point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;= &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmmmmmm... 0:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ehehehh.. fun! yeappp.. okay then, seems like i've put myself together.. i'm off! catcha later! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;toodles! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-7468907345849086199?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7468907345849086199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=7468907345849086199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/7468907345849086199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/7468907345849086199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/08/mandhytas-having-cranky-mooooood-lol.html' title='mandhyta&apos;s having a cranky mooooood! LOL'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SpWOBvO4bwI/AAAAAAAAARw/oj5I0RaH9Bo/s72-c/aaaa5616_1143361036577_1604021733_30370443_2761454_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-1771233854179032369</id><published>2009-06-19T21:48:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:42:02.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>all by myself.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm.. hey i'm thinking..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SjusyqD0IMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/crFxwR0Ypak/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349058968716320962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SjusyqD0IMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/crFxwR0Ypak/s320/Imported+Photos+00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in this life, u're not always have someone beside you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;especially me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tend to be with my ownself without anyone beside me most of the time. it's really nice though, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for an introverted-lady like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hhe.. but at some points, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's kinda desperating, i admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but i feel like in the future, -not very far future- i gotta be (and have to be) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much more independent than before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm.. i think it's okay for me if i gotta go my own way.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*don't start singing, readers! haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but i mean it. no kiddin here.. that's okay if i have to go all by myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just like my all time quote, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"i have done it all my life, what would make it any harder?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i believe in my Lord, i let my Lord control all things goin on in my life.. and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i believe the end would be so sweet.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, yea this is a short post. just wanna share a little feelings here.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SjunlPIz6DI/AAAAAAAAARI/YBcG1xv2Yiw/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hey, it's funny when i'm editing this post, my iTunes play me Eric Carmen's All by Myself! hahaa.. that's why this post titled "all by myself".. gihihii.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-1771233854179032369?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1771233854179032369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=1771233854179032369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1771233854179032369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1771233854179032369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-by-myself.html' title='all by myself.. :)'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SjusyqD0IMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/crFxwR0Ypak/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-9028432738230848013</id><published>2009-05-20T17:17:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:36:22.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate. hate. hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;out of nowhere, i wanna make a list of things that i dislike ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/ShPabNnM6rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zck-Bh0F1uQ/s1600-h/image200901110027_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/ShPabNnM6rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zck-Bh0F1uQ/s320/image200901110027_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337850144409578162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wrong spelling!&lt;/span&gt; ew. it's. just. bother. me. i hate reading mispelling words &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt; in purpose a.k.a sotoy.&lt;/span&gt; no matter to me when it comes to wrong grammar, everybody do that.. but wrong spelling? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it burns me!&lt;/span&gt; hahahhaa .. it even kills me when i know i AM mispelling some words. yea, like i'm the master of spelling bee champion, but trust me i'm not. i'm gettin sounds like a nerdy skank biatch! hahahaaa peaaccceeeee ^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; being not-ontime.&lt;/span&gt; anyone including myself. i knooow i'm not really an ontime person everytime,, but trust me, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KILLING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; when i'm late attending something. i really never liked being one. huks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a non friendly face/ignore attitude i get when i greet/smile to people i know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not even a single smile??&lt;/span&gt; why don't u kill me first, and u can freely ignore me. it makes all easier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(cursed) men in the street that seems like they cannot live without &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;insulting&lt;/span&gt; any woman passes by in front of them.&lt;/span&gt; whistling, flirting, maybe even touching (!!) when they really lost their head already! that is an insult for women, y'all uneducated man(s)!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unforgivable annoying bastards. &lt;/span&gt;i could ignore 'em, but when they reach my boiling point, especially when my mood is down under, and their target is my bestfriend/sister or mom, i might throw 'em an electrical pole! :D believe me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll do something&lt;/span&gt; without considering the risks.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(God, please protect me.. ~.~' )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mmm.. it turns out that so far i can think no more about what else pisses me of.. maybe this posting gonna need a little update if i wanna add a lil' extra somethin somethin everytime i need.. hha. :9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-9028432738230848013?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/9028432738230848013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=9028432738230848013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/9028432738230848013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/9028432738230848013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/05/hate-hate-hate.html' title='hate. hate. hate.'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/ShPabNnM6rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zck-Bh0F1uQ/s72-c/image200901110027_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-3790180798525846029</id><published>2009-05-13T21:29:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:45:24.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the-name-meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hey, ya know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it could've been more easier to have my blog updated if i have my very own internet connection in my kost. well, it's not that it never entered my mind,, but .. hmm.. dunno. maybe i'm not really tryin to look for the best provider.. hhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;unnecessary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;just for fun, i wanna put this name meaning result i got from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; in here.. i bold every word i agree with! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amandita Parameswari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; letters total to 79&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; vowels and 10 consonants in your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The characteristics of #7 are: &lt;/strong&gt;Analysis, understanding, knowledge, &lt;strong&gt;awareness&lt;/strong&gt;, studious, meditating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought, analysis, introspection, and seclusiveness are all characteristics of the expression number 7. The hallmark of the number 7 is a &lt;strong&gt;good mind&lt;/strong&gt;, and especially good at searching out and finding the truth. You are so very capable of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;analyzing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;judging and discriminating&lt;/strong&gt;, that very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, often becoming an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well.&lt;/span&gt; The positive aspects of the 7 expression are that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you can be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word.&lt;/span&gt; You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it.&lt;/span&gt; You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained .&lt;/span&gt; Because of this, you are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;not very adaptable&lt;/span&gt;, and you may &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;tend to be overly critical&lt;/span&gt; and intolerant. You really &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. &lt;/span&gt;You neither show or understand emotions very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha, i love doing this! finding out anything related to me. when the result says whatever closest to myself, i get very excited like a little girl gettin a giant lollipop candy, and wondering how is that possible? nicey niceeyyy :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389170759932498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SgscLsWcmlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0Hr4j3DFkwM/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nyamm nyamm wait minute. i just realize that the post is not according to the title. if u curious about what my name &lt;em&gt;truly &lt;/em&gt;means, here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amandita&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;aman-damai-tentram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Parameswari&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;parameter, suara   ( related to USG/ultrasonography )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there! nice? ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-3790180798525846029?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3790180798525846029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=3790180798525846029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/3790180798525846029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/3790180798525846029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/05/name-meaning.html' title='the-name-meaning'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SgscLsWcmlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0Hr4j3DFkwM/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-1597662144656862708</id><published>2009-05-13T19:42:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:34:21.342+07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that i should've been shared months ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear God, what have i done to my blog?&lt;br /&gt;i've been neglected it for how many months?&lt;br /&gt;umm.. let's take a peek..&lt;br /&gt;... waw! it's been 3 months since i put my latest post on this blog! aw aw. &lt;/span&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;last time i posted a blog i'm still 19 years old. now i'm in a &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yep, i'm no longer in the teenagers age era. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a twenty something woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hha. one thing that u shud know about this number is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it's pretty intimidating!&lt;/span&gt; yep. u have no idea how scared i am in the last minutes of my 19.. i actually already gettin worried from about a month before my bday. i realize that soon i'm gonna leave 19. and i'm havin a new number in the chapter of my life. one simple number before the others, 2. yep. turning 1 into 2 is actually intimidating for me. and it needed a very long process of thinking, cz i'm very aware of what's comin up to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm gonna have a much much more responsibility, demands, expectations, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt; from people around me even from my own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm gonna be ashamed with my age if i still doing stupid things, having a short thinking, getting too reckless and sloppy, etc etc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i might be not having too much fun in my teenager, but that's the best i can do. i am now have to prepare for the upcoming era(s) in my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a day before i turned 20,&lt;/span&gt; i was getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt;. i flashbacked what i've been done for almost 20 years i lived. i actually became hysteric that my time being 19 was almost up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a night before i turned 20,&lt;/span&gt; i spent my time in my friends' house. we were havin so much fun that i'm almost forget that i'm turning 20 tonight! we were playin cards and truth or dare till late. but i couldn't help when the game stopped 2 hours before midnight and i was suddenly cryin' bcos i have so little time left on my 19! just couldn't accept all those reality comin up to me then. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;an hour before i turned 20,&lt;/span&gt; i left my friends' house, and my friend suddenly stopped in a sidewalk warong near pucang civil market to have dinner. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i just can't stop worrying about the time~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waay too overworried.&lt;/span&gt; i couldn't even laugh anymore, i was gettin scaared in a way that i couldn't describe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i went to the car alone and cried so hard until i couldn't think. one of my bestie, Nona, tried to catch up with me, but i really needed a time alone. i called my best Hilma, just to cry. i told her what i was feeling. i cried more and more out loud! &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and yes after that i was soo relieved~! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it turned out that i only need a little time alone only to cry and let the bad feelings and thoughts out of my head! last cry in my 19th! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i came out from the car, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ready to face my 20.&lt;/span&gt; apparently my luvliest besties already set up a (last time) sweet surprise for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;very first nicest things on my 20:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;great surprise&lt;/span&gt; from my bests (:inka, nona, della ..) and from some great new friends (:dede, rifky, nono, memed ..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. a nice birthday 'cake': &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;terang bulan&lt;/span&gt;, which taste the best in my mouth! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. my best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hilma&lt;/span&gt;, which encourage me before to face my 20, and the first one greetings me happy bday! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sweet street singer&lt;/span&gt; that cheers up my night by playin some nice songs that made us all sing together all nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. very simple place but soo sweet to celebrate my 20: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lesehan warung tempe penyet depan pasar pucang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lovely presents&lt;/span&gt; from my besties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the most important thing is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never be this tough without my besties around me.. i knew that i'm definitely ready leaving my 19 and entering my 20, when i realize that i'm not alone in this. i have 3 wonderful bestfriends near me, 2 great bestfriends in jakarta and hundreds hundreds of nice friends with me to face this. no need to worry! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and not only those, i of course have a wonderful family that means so much in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i can be this grateful bcos my Great Lord never forget to have me fully blessed with many wonderful things. &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i just can't stop being so thankful seconds after seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/ShUDvZw3QJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jUVSd3e4Al8/s1600-h/IMG00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/ShUDvZw3QJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jUVSd3e4Al8/s320/IMG00106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338177046222160018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just like the backsound of my birthday, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it's too sweet to forget~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s. i'll updated this post to add some MORE pics and videos later! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-1597662144656862708?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1597662144656862708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=1597662144656862708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1597662144656862708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1597662144656862708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-i-shouldve-been-shared.html' title='things that i should&apos;ve been shared months ago...'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/ShUDvZw3QJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jUVSd3e4Al8/s72-c/IMG00106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-7304025797020390829</id><published>2009-02-11T04:02:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:29:59.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When she's done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHv_jAGuQI/AAAAAAAAALE/0hBzOjir7jg/s1600-h/14+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301282111398263042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHv_jAGuQI/AAAAAAAAALE/0hBzOjir7jg/s320/14+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHtMB5DkPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KdbNFKJJVfw/s1600-h/14th.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when she's no longer believe in love..&lt;br /&gt;when she's no longer have patience to wait..&lt;br /&gt;when she can't even hope.&lt;br /&gt;when she can't even dream.&lt;br /&gt;when she stops wonder what's wrong with her..&lt;br /&gt;when she stops to think that a guy will find her..&lt;br /&gt;when she realize she has to be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;when she promises to be survived.&lt;br /&gt;in the world that she live in, nothing goes right with her dream about a man..&lt;br /&gt;in the world that she breath in, cupid never let her know what love is..&lt;br /&gt;she starts to think that she's just pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;she starts to blame herself for totally nonsense things.&lt;br /&gt;she was desperate.&lt;br /&gt;she was a loser.&lt;br /&gt;she will never be loved properly by a man.&lt;br /&gt;she will never be happy being loved by a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHwM-XK3hI/AAAAAAAAALM/lDQZuwujh5Q/s1600-h/14+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301282342081060370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHwM-XK3hI/AAAAAAAAALM/lDQZuwujh5Q/s320/14+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but, she was never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHvpJy5PmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8DWdhJtq_Nw/s1600-h/14+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but, she was always think positive.&lt;br /&gt;now, she's trying to be more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;now, she's thankful enough for her life.&lt;br /&gt;now, she's done waiting.&lt;br /&gt;now, she's not willing to lay herself on any hope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's independent.&lt;br /&gt;she's grateful.&lt;br /&gt;she's passionate.&lt;br /&gt;she's survived. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she IS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-7304025797020390829?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7304025797020390829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=7304025797020390829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/7304025797020390829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/7304025797020390829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-shes-done.html' title='When she&apos;s done...'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHv_jAGuQI/AAAAAAAAALE/0hBzOjir7jg/s72-c/14+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-2865342118251297688</id><published>2009-02-11T01:42:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:54:44.109+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing to be SURVIVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHK3lwngxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ApNM9C9dZKE/s1600-h/13th.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301241292769428242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHK3lwngxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ApNM9C9dZKE/s320/13th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;umm,, i guess this year 2009 will be a hard year for me.. dunno why, since very last day of 2008 i already had this feeling.. it mostly comes from the pressure at my study.. it's what they call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'clinic'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. this semester i will get the pre-clinic thing. next semester: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hello real life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; xs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;those shitty bang bang things will make me go nuts! x0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;...well, i don't know, cos i haven't experienced it by myself, but i know what would it be! i'm preparing myself now, to face the reality. there will be sooo much pressure! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uh-oh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;will i be prepared? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;will i be survived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;will somebody lighten me up and decreasing all this coming up pressures and tensions around me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well! i don't know, if u think i'm talking about a man for me, i'm not really talkin about that.. somehow i felt those silly hopes about finding the right guy is starting to fade away.. i don't think there are any capable man for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm not lookin for soulmate anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm learning to control myself from hating any guy around me. i just don't think i believe in love anymore. no one can prove me that 'bullshit thing called love' is still exist in this pathetic world. now i'm preparing myself to be independent for the rest of my life. i don't wanna dream, i don't wanna hope, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not for this bullshit. i'm just tryin to be more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;W-H-A-T-E-V-E-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanna go living my life without dreaming or that someday i will depend my life on some guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;u think i'm pathetic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;u think i'm short-minded? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;crazy thoughts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;w.h.a.t.e.v.e.r.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i don't care what people say. i don't care what people think. i've been thinking about this soo many times. i'm done with all the hoping and dreaming thing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;can't find what's wrong with me, can't find what's wrong with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm done with wondering &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'why he can love her so well? why can't i get one too?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let's get realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if i'm not that type of lovable woman, then i'm okay with that. i'm used to live by myself, without a man that guiding my heart. i'm soo used to that. then, what would make it be any harder? :9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't say that i'm ready enuff for living a life like this, well, since i'm used to hoping and dreamingg.. it's killin me sometimes when i remember that i will spending the rest of my life without the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'special guy'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in my life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;BUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i really really HAVE TO be ready for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so far, i didn't believe that there are somebody who's not perfect enough to be perfect for me. at least, not right now. or ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm starting to protecting my heart more and more. for now on, this heart is still fragile. but i know, i have to be strong. strong enuff to be independent for the following years.. sometimes i get sick of couple around me. especially the ones that seems won't last forever. i feel sorry for them. no offense, really. but i'm not interested. i'm still learning to control that crazy minds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes i hate that i have soo much feelings in my heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i wanna be less care. about anything that related to feelings. i envy men. they use their feeling less. we, women, usually think with our heart, not our brain. sometimes i really hate that. if i were a boy, i won't have those crazy feelings that killin me time to time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;jyahahaaa.. but i'm grateful enuff that i was born a woman. never regret any of those God's gift. it's just, normally, women will depend their life on men. and i don't think i could be that normal. sooo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i have to prepare myself better to be survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah! yeah! wish me luck eeeeeevvvrybodyyy..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-2865342118251297688?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2865342118251297688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=2865342118251297688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2865342118251297688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2865342118251297688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparing-to-be-survived.html' title='Preparing to be SURVIVED!'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SZHK3lwngxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ApNM9C9dZKE/s72-c/13th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-8263415611416793517</id><published>2009-01-28T13:13:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:03:24.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know why........ Oh! i know, i'm no extraordinaire woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, living your life all alone in the city that u barely know with no lover and not so many friends u've known for long years sometimes kinda desperating.. usually i need to be alone and cry quite much. but now, i don't wanna. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;don't know why i didn't come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SX_6AZjU2OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4THTbxUDI0I/s1600-h/HJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SX_6AZjU2OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4THTbxUDI0I/s200/HJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296226571576989922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i need to scream. scrrrreeeeaaaammmmming instead of crying.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Out across the endless sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I would die in ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I'll be a bag of bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Driving down the road alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo feeling norah jones right now. it's funny cos usually i get annoyed by her song. no offense, but i think her songs are sooo mellow. i didn't usually like it. but now, once again,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't know why i didn't come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of kneeling in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Catching teardrops in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna get thru all this, like, in a snap! but. heyy! i still have three and a half years remaining... that's quite a loooong time, u know, if this situation doesn't change. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need a change.&lt;/span&gt; maybe not 'a'. maybe i need soo much changes in my life.. or else i won't survive in this mean mean -- but pretty stand still -- world. i need to have some points in my life. i realize happiness won't come to me. i can never have good times if i don't try to make it happen. i have to make happiness happen to me. since &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm no extraordinary woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm just a regular girl who thinks that she is special and worth enough to be happy.&lt;/span&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/_KKU442Fn7yM/SX_7ZDlSrgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Nj7bzG5Vyho/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SX_7ZDlSrgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Nj7bzG5Vyho/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296228094688013826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no no no,, i ain't no extraordinaire....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are many woman i know in my life that can get everything they want without even have to try soo hard to get it. chances happen to them just like blinking your eyes. i hate to accept this reality, but i know that i'm not the kind of woman that blessed with so much good things so she can just go ahead and enjoy that compliments from God. i still have to work things out. so far, there's not so much i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is destiny limiting me from being 'up and out'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;huff. i wanna be a woman with no boundary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOULD BE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a woman with no boundary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to work on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i know, i have to work on this.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no, don't cry no more sweetheart, just scream as loud as you can, and believe, you deserve all that too.. you'll get those chances. it's just, you reeally have to be smart and sneaky, oh, and brilliant! oh dear, you have to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; inside to cover your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'outside ordinaire' ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i hate to be perfect.&lt;/span&gt; i don't believe in perfectness. i used to be a perfectionist woman. but in some ways i know it kills me. bcos usually nobody giving much appreciate of it. of the perfectness. people now, majority, DON'T appraise perfectness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so, why busy being perfect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;people might worship 'outside' perfectness, but perfect in the inside, who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the quote above is the fact that happens nowadays, and people no longer have hearts or healthy mind, and this world really is getting mean and meaner everyday.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dear God, what i have to be survived?&lt;/span&gt; T.T&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have that outside faaabulous look. and i still have to work on my personality to be better and better. am i left behind? or is it just me that not aware yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-8263415611416793517?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8263415611416793517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=8263415611416793517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/8263415611416793517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/8263415611416793517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-know-why-oh-i-know-im-no.html' title='Don&apos;t know why........ Oh! i know, i&apos;m no extraordinaire woman!'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SX_6AZjU2OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4THTbxUDI0I/s72-c/HJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-1940095697521486353</id><published>2009-01-17T18:48:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:23:07.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so SMALL to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;humm.. have you ever being rejected by a person that actually has 'nothing' &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- not anything -- &lt;/span&gt;with you? i mean we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST &lt;/span&gt;a close friend. and he was like randomly sayin some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; rejection words&lt;/span&gt; to me. and i didn't even say anything that possibly make him say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HA. HA. what's your point&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mr. BIG HEAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like u made my heart fly away and i was like totally have a crush on you? do you think i have butterflies in my stomach when i'm with you? do you really really think that my heart beats faster when you're around me? :D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;IN YOUR DREAM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's JUST your imagination, little man.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my bahasa, it sounds:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"PEDE BANGET LO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SXHINMMehJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-7RTzPMZL30/s1600-h/sembilan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SXHINMMehJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-7RTzPMZL30/s200/sembilan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292231166074455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yeah little man. u look so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;in my eyes now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean, you've gotta be kidding me! ha. ha. ha. that's totally amusing. -.-'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually feel like i have never ever show something that potentially make me look&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm-oh-so-in-love-with-you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well, at least as long as i still have my head up here and my feet up in the ground. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;du-uhh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you say that words, and oh my goddamit i am soo totally can't accept it!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn i'm angry.&lt;/span&gt; that's unacceptable. men, where is my pride?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeayeayeahhss i might probably have my heart crashed and broken&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ONLY IF&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;AM &lt;/span&gt;in love with you. or at least have a crush on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as a matter of fact,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I AM NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't get it clear enuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I HAVE NEVER EVER THINK THERE ARE SOMETHING BETWEEN US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;except that u're a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SXHft_0n4SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gtEpOP-3Pfw/s1600-h/sepuluh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SXHft_0n4SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gtEpOP-3Pfw/s200/sepuluh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292257018456301858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is that sounds like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'lover'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to you? yes? then go fix your brain. so it could interprete anything cle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean, can't a girl have a man bestfriend? it's not that i have orientation to get a boyfriend all the time everytime i get close with a guy. i know where to put myself in.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'M NOT AN IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not a fairytale-mind lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i open my eyes widely. i know u have no crush on me. i know u don't love me that way. so i only react. and me, amandita parameswari, is a woman that will only love a guy that love her in the way that she like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i know u're not one of that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u even gave me the song that in my interpretation means u're wasting some time with me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then don't!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, and, and, based on my experiences, my basic instict made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'go for it' &lt;/span&gt;when i have a crush on someone. especially when he is someone that's not&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'out of my reach'&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not a woman that like someone, sit down, 'ce-ce-pe' a little, and pray. or even hide everytime he coming towards. that's not me. at least i tried to let him know. *might be in kinky ways.. xp* i want him to notice me. the point is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i know what i'm doing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, my besties would know about this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you think i had a crush on you in the first place, maybe because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that's just me.&lt;/span&gt; pardon me who's just tryin to be a nice person to a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; and a cool person to hang out and spend some time with.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all is a big joke. u ONLY make u so small to me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah you, little man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes u're still a friend to me. i'm no bitchy lady. a friend but with less respect. it's all because of your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and big head is a metaphor. hehe. peace man! =D&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-1940095697521486353?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1940095697521486353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=1940095697521486353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1940095697521486353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1940095697521486353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-so-small-to-me.html' title='You are so SMALL to me.'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SXHINMMehJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-7RTzPMZL30/s72-c/sembilan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-4205735632216498794</id><published>2009-01-15T17:06:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:37:06.687+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About finding mr. Right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some things are better written with the language u've known for ur whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is one of my deepest thought in bahasa, lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SW8O6pDRanI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Wk9dm31OfsA/s1600-h/tujuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SW8O6pDRanI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Wk9dm31OfsA/s200/tujuh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291464487798401650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Seiring dengan berjalan nya waktu, bertambahnya usia, bertambah pula masalah yang muncul dalam hidupku. disana konflik, disini konflik. kepala ini mungkin saja pecah karena tak sanggup menampung semuanya. banyak hal yang belum aku raih dalam hidupku. aku belum menemukan seorang belahan jiwa yang bisa mendampingiku disaat-saat bahagia maupun saat saat sulit. itu adalah salah satunya. dan hal itu sedikit banyak terkadang sering mengoyakkan sedikit untaian dalam jiwa ini. kurasakan ada sesuatu yang menghilang. belum komplit. belum dimulai apalagi diakhiri. jiwa ini masih kesepian. tidak selayaknya insan hawa yang jiwanya terpenuhi dengan adanya seorang adam disisinya. aku sendiri. sepi. kosong. tak ada yang memenuhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Namun dengan berbagai prahara yang muncul di sekitarku, kadang aku meragukan akan waktu. terkadang aku ingin waktu cepat-cepat membawaku ke masa dimana aku menemukan adam-ku. namun kini, entah. tiba-tiba aku ingin menghapus semua asa itu. aku tidak ingin apapun sekarang. aku muak mencari adam. seorang adam yang aku dambakan tak lain hanyalah seorang lelaki sejati, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang mempunyai hati. &lt;/span&gt;aku lelah mendengar keluhan berbagai hawa disekitarku, yang tidak memperoleh perlakuan yang selayaknya patut ia dapatkan dari adam-nya. aku jadi tidak ingin terburu-buru. aku jadi ingin ekstra hati-hati dalam memilih seorang adam yang&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PANTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; bersanding disisiku. bukan sembarang adam. tak sudi aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku tidak ingin menghabiskan masa muda dan masa tuaku dengan segala keluhan tentang sang adam, ataupun hidup dibawah siksaan nya. raga, terlebih jiwa. hatiku terlalu bernilai untuk dikoyak dan diporak-porandakan oleh sang adam. aku adalah wanita yang terlalu berharga untuk menerima segala perlakuan tak pantas dari sang adam, baik jiwa maupun ragaku. kini aku melihat seorang adam dari bagaimana sifatnya, apakah sifat itu dapat membawaku ke dalam lubang penyiksaan di kemudian hari? betapapun segala yang dimilikinya melebihi seluruh emas di muka bumi, ketampanannya melebihi nabi Yusuf sekalipun, otaknya bagaikan berlian yang diasah tiada henti, namun bagiku dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sama sekali bukan lelaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; jika ia tidak tahu bagaimana cara memperlakukan wanita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku ingin hidup di masa nanti dengan perasaan damai dan disayangi. karena aku dapat dengan mudah menyayangi dan mencintai seseorang. namun alangkah teruknya jika kasih sayang itu berakhir dengan penderitaan. setiap orang bisa berubah, aku tahu itu. aku bukanlah wanita munafik yang tidak menyadari segala tetek bengek dunia yang begitu kejam dan pahit bahkan hanya untuk diketahui. namun yang kutahu setiap orang terus dan terus mencari apa yang terbaik bagi dirinya. aku pun sadar betul bahwa kita tak bisa terus mencari apa yang luar biasa sempurna untuk diri kita sendiri. namun aku tidak ingin gegabah dalam memilih, karena apa yang telah aku putuskan untuk kupilih dan kupastikan itu akan menjadi sesuatu yang sakral untuk aku jaga selamanya. untuk kuberikan kasih sayang yang seakan tiada akhir. semampu raga segenap jiwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dan alangkah beruntungnya lelaki itu dan betapa mulia-nya ia jika ia tahu diri untuk memegang teguh janjinya dalam segala hal dan situasi apapun untuk tetap memperlakukan aku sebagai wanita dengan sepantasnya. jika aku perlu disiksa, siksalah aku karena aku bertindak membangkang kepadamu. jika aku perlu dihajar, hajarlah aku karena berbuat tidak pantas kepadamu. namun jangan sekali-sekali engkau siksa aku karena egois dan congkakmu. aku telah tunduk kepadamu. jangan berani membuat fisik dan batinku terluka. hanya karena harga dirimu. hanya karena ego mu. hanya karena nafsu ataupun birahimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Karena aku tidak mampu berbuat apa-apa. aku tidak akan sampai hati menyakitimu. aku tidak akan bisa hidup jika memikirkanmu berjuang bertahan hidup seorang diri. meskipun segala yang menjadi prinsipku itu tidak mungkin dapat kau lakukan untukku. aku akan terus berjuang untuk bertahan disisimu, karena engkau adalah pilihanku. engkau tempatku berlindung. engkau pernah memberikan naungan batin dan fisik kepadaku. dan aku bisa disiksa di neraka jika aku melawanmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku hanya bisa berdoa kepada Illahi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berikan aku seseorang yang jauh dari sempurna untuk menjadi jodoh sempurnaku.&lt;/span&gt; seorang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lelaki SEJATI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. lelaki yang sejati memang tidak pernah sempurna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;namun ia tahu bagaimana menjadi yang terbaik untuk sang wanita dalam segala keadaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dan aku, akan menunggunya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;dengan sangat sabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(amandita. 12 Januari 2009. 00:51)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-4205735632216498794?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4205735632216498794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=4205735632216498794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/4205735632216498794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/4205735632216498794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-finding-mr-right.html' title='About finding mr. Right...'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SW8O6pDRanI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Wk9dm31OfsA/s72-c/tujuh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-2655392858003012790</id><published>2009-01-04T20:40:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:36:21.139+07:00</updated><title type='text'>... can they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey! this is my very first post in the year 2009.. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha,, at the end of 2008, i learnt something :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SWC9BBjm-TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gObPj3MUTU4/s1600-h/image200901040007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SWC9BBjm-TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gObPj3MUTU4/s200/image200901040007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287433787828271410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;--&gt; men can't keep their words &lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i don't know many guys and yes i've heard about that theory thousand times from my bestfriends,, but hey! those words really are true.. yes, they could make u high and put smile on your face for a while, promising u this and that,, but apparently those are only sweet words! can they keep it? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well,, basically, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; claim, need, hope, or want anything from him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, u have promised me something! can you at least keep your words? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;if u don't think u can fulfill ur promise, why bother promising me something?&lt;/span&gt; such a waste.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a man!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;or don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yeah, cos maybe that's men's natural instinct,, not to keep their words.. promising bullshit(s) to every woman.. it might be something they're actually good at.. i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na-a-aahh, nope. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i won't trust a guy or their promises whatsoever anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not for today, not for tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe until there comes the right guy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me that the theory isn't always true, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONVINCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me that there's still a guy left in this world who can keep his word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; waiting someone like that. i don't mind waiting. honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-2655392858003012790?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2655392858003012790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=2655392858003012790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2655392858003012790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2655392858003012790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-this-is-my-very-first-post-in-year.html' title='... can they?'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SWC9BBjm-TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gObPj3MUTU4/s72-c/image200901040007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-1254202011827143561</id><published>2008-12-31T08:49:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:23:54.039+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVsQog0_FhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9flKNxnbXYM/s1600-h/image200812310018+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285836875842393618" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVsQog0_FhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9flKNxnbXYM/s320/image200812310018+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;suddenly there are a lotta things going on my mind facing this year 2009.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know is it only syndrome at the end of the year or whatsoever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i had this flashback..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what i've done this year, what i haven't done... somehow i actually sad, maybe many things still didn't work out the way i hope this year's gonna be.. maybe i just realize that i'm not gonna spend nu years eve with my family.. especially my dad, or my mom, or my sister, or three of them.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this lovely 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there are a lot of things to be regret, and there are much more things to be thank.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;especially the big thing that happen to me recently, which is surely stay in my memory for the rest of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;that big thing makes this 2008 become a memorable year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, but i guess the thing that makes me sad is that i'll pass my nu year's eve with my family... x( well, not last year, not even this year.. humm.. i chose to be with my friends this year.. i never do this before, but hey, a girl needs to grownup and realize, there are first times for everything.. and i pick this year to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm afraid, that next year, 2009, things aren't the same anymore..&lt;/span&gt; things gonna be a whole lot different from now.. i have this kinda feeling and it tortures my mind now.. why i become afraid of changes? i knew things change, people change, things gonna be different from time to time, and changes are good sometimes.. but.. now i'm scared to all of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i've been changing too.. from year to year; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time, people, environment,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they keep forcing me to change.. either in a good way, or maybe not a really good one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this weird feeling that 2009 gonna be a hard year for me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that's why now i even more afraid of changes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God, i'm so afraid i might even cry, real hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i've been living 19 years, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;am i keep gettin better and better? am i thankful enough to my Lord? am i doing many pleasant things to the ones i loved? am i always choosing what's best for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know and i'm not sure.. cos like i said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;life is a mystery...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we're only human&lt;/span&gt;, like what jason mraz sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all that we can do is try to live our life as best as we can do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-1254202011827143561?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1254202011827143561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=1254202011827143561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1254202011827143561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/1254202011827143561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html' title='Facing 2009...'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVsQog0_FhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9flKNxnbXYM/s72-c/image200812310018+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-6563501411192629740</id><published>2008-12-28T02:38:00.019+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:10:26.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?! they're back??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;amandita u are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pathetic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;uoooohhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*slap my face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :'3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVaEaLRRMVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ChH8Yk7Y4DQ/s1600-h/butterflies+around+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284556798002540882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVaEaLRRMVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ChH8Yk7Y4DQ/s320/butterflies+around+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;why this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; keep rolling on my stomach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i do this 'thingy' even the crush had been soo soo over years ago??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;back then at some (secretly) years ago,, i did this in a very2 awkward way, the butterflies surely come out my stomach uncontrollably,, and i surely do realize that crush had been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;totally over years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. now.. the fact is..? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;they're back in action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;syid ya men.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;umm,, but real-axe, i guess they only come out at this particular time only.. don't worry.. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;humm.. enuff is enuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i remember,, a bestfriend once said to me,, that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a feeling for someone, or loving someone, or care about someone,, is a gift from the lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well,, i'm a lil bit confused actually,, is it really something that will only come up when the lord 'let you' loving someone? isn't that something that can be work out by human control? isn't all that is about choice? if it really is, that loving someone is a gift, then our choice is always something that indirectly given or destined by the lord... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mmm, i believe someday will come my time to understand this all.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-6563501411192629740?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6563501411192629740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=6563501411192629740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/6563501411192629740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/6563501411192629740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2008/12/amandita-u-are-pathetic-uooohhh.html' title='WHAT?! they&apos;re back??'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVaEaLRRMVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ChH8Yk7Y4DQ/s72-c/butterflies+around+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-4906420123257026222</id><published>2008-12-26T02:09:00.018+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:22:31.174+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(it supposed to be published exactly a month ago.. but oh well, here it is... ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's actually something that i wanna write couple days after my BIG day,, but i dunno,, can't find the right words yet,, or maybe the place that inspire me a lot to write is in my kost.. since i spent most of my 'deep-feelings-time' there,, and since i just came back to this 'back-to-reality' city,, so i write it just now. wohohoo.. i think i'm much more productive in creating something--aanything-- in this place.. haha,, feels like now i'm belong here (when it comes to must-face-reality) hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enuff babbling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as you can see in this big big smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVPbH9wG3OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W_IcuTEEKpg/s1600-h/gw+ajah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283807717717630178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVPbH9wG3OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W_IcuTEEKpg/s320/gw+ajah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i survived!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;all the things that bothered me these days have finally over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna know how it feels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as i said before..&lt;br /&gt;it even tastes much much more sweeter than what i thought..&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i've been through it all..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful to Allah, and i never feel like i thank enough to all of this gift.&lt;br /&gt;haven't satisfied being thankful yet,, cos it all feels like miracle! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm lucky, i'm gifted, and i'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,, cos this is something that everybody would say it's almost impossible! i had this tumor for all my life, and it was being recognized 3 months ago! it was quickly handled by my father and of course the professional doctors so it could be taken care by a 'God-handed' doctor from Japan, prof. Nakamura.. he did a perfect job in a perfect timing and situation. how can i not be thankful? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,, cos i feel the love of people around me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my precious parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,, who fought this with all of their body and mind.. their prayer, mind, feelings, money, all wasted with no doubt in the name of love, deep inside from their heart, for me... &lt;em&gt;dear inyok and babe, i love you&lt;/em&gt;... =) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my beloved bestfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,, who helped me a lot when i was facing and getting through all of this,, they cheer me up, encourage me, pray with me, whatever a friend can do they could do too.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the wonderful doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,, i believe they did the best that they could do even it wasted their time, power and money.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my big family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,, &lt;em&gt;either sister, grandma, uncles, aunties, cousins etc&lt;/em&gt;, for all their support and prayer that indirectly but surely lead my way of succesfully through this.. and i knew i'm so thankful, cos now i know how does it feel being loved unselfishly, never expect any changes, and fully from the bottom of the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,, bcos i could face this 'test' with a big smile in my face, i was calm, tawakkal, and ready for almost everything at that time.. i feel no pain, no scared, and everything that i expected definitely come true. i even left the hospital with so so much thankful feelings in my heart, and it does taste sweet. reeally really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVPjRype74I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Lf1CPpTW2Do/s1600-h/IMGP1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283816682628771714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVPjRype74I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Lf1CPpTW2Do/s320/IMGP1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and the main part of the saviors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVPj7LkerdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gORoZcaKIgY/s1600-h/IMGP1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283817393693306322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVPj7LkerdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gORoZcaKIgY/s320/IMGP1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and prof. Nakamura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(me and the smile of me-JUST-got-out-from-the-ICU-room! hahha.. never have smiled that BIG!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and since it exactly a month passed, and i feel completely healthy, happy, still thankful, hopeful and continuing my life with a big passion in my heart. hope everything goes perfectly fine every now and then, and i should never be tired to be thankful to my lord for all my life... ;)&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/4662722150408526659-4906420123257026222?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4906420123257026222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=4906420123257026222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/4906420123257026222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/4906420123257026222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SVPbH9wG3OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W_IcuTEEKpg/s72-c/gw+ajah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-6457363493960603879</id><published>2008-11-23T22:43:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:56:04.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the BIG day that i'm gonna HAVE to face . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i'm gonna have to write something here before the big day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yea, a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day for me.. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well,, it's not really that kind of big &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy happy big day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; actually..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the destiny that i'm gonna HAVE to face..&lt;br /&gt;yea,, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm havin surgery this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SSl-fMWaQxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zp3XWnhskNo/s1600-h/image200810280065.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271883913170141970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SSl-fMWaQxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zp3XWnhskNo/s200/image200810280065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even haaaate to get involved with that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; word.. =(&lt;br /&gt;either sayin it or writin it,, or translate it into bahasa..&lt;br /&gt;yea, whateverr it's the same..&lt;br /&gt;uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;it's definitely a BIG deal for me,, bcos since the day i was born, i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;never ever ever everr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get involved with that place againn.. hospital i mean.. and it was already how long? 19 years long. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;since i had all the pra-"s"hitty thing treatment,, i never liked it..&lt;br /&gt;in fact i hate it..&lt;br /&gt;just lyin there and hang on when nothing u can ever do without anybody's help is a BIG pain in the ass. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i feel weak. i feel tiny. i have no power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no no noo i never liked bein' weak. feels like suicide men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it totally breaks my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm kinda person that tend to like to help people, not being helped.&lt;br /&gt;that's why.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're sorta talkin bout ego here.. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, this shitty thing is actually not something that i like to share with others,, bcos i am down enuff with the fact that i have a tumor intraorbital, and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i don't need anybody's symphathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to make me feel worst.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being weak in front of people. i hate bein unnormal between everybody who's seems to enjoy their fabulous life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know this is my destiny that i have to face, sooner or later,, bcos in fact it was genetic,, not something that show up in a mean time..&lt;br /&gt;i really am tryin my best here,, i try and try to stand up and hang in there,,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know i'm gonna be strong.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a month ago, i thought i was gonna be ready to face all of this,, but, i dunno.. now i feel that i will only be ready when the time is forcing me to. i stay hope and pray, pray and pray and pray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SSl-flHGxUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HLSlsq-41Fg/s1600-h/image200810280066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271883919816836418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SSl-flHGxUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HLSlsq-41Fg/s200/image200810280066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is ha-a-arrdd u know..&lt;br /&gt;life is hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the thing that keeps me optimistic is, that i have a faith that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all of this, is gonna be worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it will be worth to all the gift, that Allah will give to me, after i pass this.. sooner or maybe later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, somehow u have to sacrifice more to get more, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's nature law..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even if u fail to struggle in this mean mean world, the lord will always be fair. it means that ur gift, isn't available in this world, a lovely wonderful precious gift is already waiting for u in the paradise.. Allah's heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sometimes all the faith that i have makes me calm, and strong. i know justice is always exists. it's all fair and all u've been sacrificed is gonna be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;uhh,, but in this kinda moment, sometimes i don't know how to be strong. cos deep inside i feel all the weaknesses is on me.&lt;br /&gt;people's symphaty doesn't help. i know it will never helped. it will only makin' me going &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;down down down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;well,, let's just say that i'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; face it. there's no turning back,, and only one thing that could save me from all of this. my lord's help.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SSl-gak2gyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/admOJMfLH_4/s1600-h/image200811120194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271883934168679202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SSl-gak2gyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/admOJMfLH_4/s200/image200811120194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever is going to happen to me, will be sweet. cos i've been bleeding, inside and out and everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-6457363493960603879?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6457363493960603879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=6457363493960603879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/6457363493960603879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/6457363493960603879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-day-im-gonna-have-to-face.html' title='the BIG day that i&apos;m gonna HAVE to face . . .'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SSl-fMWaQxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zp3XWnhskNo/s72-c/image200810280065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-3000143241841625630</id><published>2008-11-07T18:09:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:05:23.965+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random write! x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need to put something in here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm,, well, since so far my life's as plain as an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;unflavoured yogurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i will write randomly here.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnh9jqr3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/q0kJwYUtHW8/s1600-h/obama_660x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnh9jqr3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/q0kJwYUtHW8/s200/obama_660x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265877328716279666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i'm so glad that obama wins the US election,, me n my friend just discussed it in the middle of our lunch yesterday,, we're happy that he won! =) i adore him a lil bit,, maybe because he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;oh-so-charismatic&lt;/span&gt;, definitely brilliant, and he lived in indonesia when he was little. hehe,, it's just make me more interest and oh so proud. and a lil bit relieved maybe, coz i hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he could bring the world peace.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humm.. ohyea,, i'm so crazy coz i have this lil &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my teacher,,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *blush blush* &lt;/span&gt;but unfo-ho-rtunately our age range is oh-so-faar.. =( i don't wanna say the number,, but uhuuhh &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this crush ain't going away-ay-ay-aaayy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he has this so much ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arm,, and i have this crush since we gathered in a small class, and he was our mentor, and he has this charisma and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh so charmingg charmingg charm charm!! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm a lil bit melted and mesmerized,, uh oh okay i lied, not a bit,, hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i even googled him one day and found his address! haha.. silly me.. x9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i think a guy's charm could be my weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt; haha. i fell more easily on a charismatic guy than on the handsome one.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i used to have this soo much passion when i have a crush on a guy.. i tend to show him who i am and let him know that i like him (well, not directly either..) than hide when he's around.. but since i close my last case at the end of highschool year, i'm not interested in chasing after a guy anymore.. *hahah,, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;chasing a guy&lt;/span&gt; huh?? xD* well, yea, after &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the D project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;have accomplished, -- and it was reeally2 great accomplishment! hahah -- i actually think that would be the last time i did all those silly thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no no no way that i'm gonna make a first move to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;any guy!&lt;/span&gt; aanyy guy! no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKqv1IkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F8AkD27_yhw/s1600-h/nduuuttthhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKqv1IkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F8AkD27_yhw/s200/nduuuttthhh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265876928530031170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKSvAF9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jZLN2QHm_VY/s1600-h/befooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKSvAF9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jZLN2QHm_VY/s200/befooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265876922084104146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKcY4AhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BP1Ti51eobI/s1600-h/GRADUATED%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKcY4AhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BP1Ti51eobI/s200/GRADUATED%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265876924675654162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKpBGSSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Lo1QufDTd4E/s1600-h/LuUcu+yaAah+%3D%29%281424%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnKpBGSSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Lo1QufDTd4E/s200/LuUcu+yaAah+%3D%29%281424%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265876928065587490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*remember what u wear when u were working on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the D project&lt;/span&gt;, dhytt? hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dunno about my choice,, will it lead me to get a boyfriend any harder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe i don't even care that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know that i have some qualities, that's impossible not even one single guy could fall for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;well,, this is the optimistic me speaking,, =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but sometimes it's haard to stay positive u know.. especially when u're alone in a loong loong time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe i've learn a lot about relationship not by doing it. i listen, i see, i'm helping for the solution, mostly from my bestfriends' experiences..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i tend to just let it flow.. take it slow.. show people who's the real me.. sometimes i even need to show the better real me.. and..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, wait. and for me it is a loong long wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i mean, what am i supposed to do then beside waiting for the chance to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or miracle maybe? hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;just be patient dhytt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;stay positive and hopeful. believe this all is gonna worth it. there will be an equitable answer for what u've been waiting and asking all your life... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662722150408526659-3000143241841625630?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3000143241841625630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=3000143241841625630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/3000143241841625630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/3000143241841625630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-write-x.html' title='Random write! x)'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SRQnh9jqr3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/q0kJwYUtHW8/s72-c/obama_660x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-7098454750895521656</id><published>2008-10-29T14:44:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:10:22.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a mystery . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SQsHKhnLuQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/totWF58nmnU/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SQsHKhnLuQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/totWF58nmnU/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263308466915358978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;have you ever met a stranger that feels like he is your long-time-ago bestfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;that you are comfortable to talking to, laughing with, even could share some of your feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever met a stranger that you don't usually can talk about many things with someone new,&lt;/span&gt; but with him u feel so free and just be you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever met a stranger that have a lot of things in common with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i mean, soo so mucch in common that makes you wonder 'how does it possible?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, yes i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually months ago,, for exact on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 2008&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's suddenly crossed on my mind again.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;here is how it happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of June, on Friday, i had to go back to Jakarta -the place where i belong- because of this soo much pressure in my study, and i needed to attend mbak Nadia's wedding..&lt;br /&gt;well, the main reason was actually: i'm so fed up with my study, and i almost gave up, and all i needed was only to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yes. my loving home. in Jakarta. even it was only for three days. three amazing days to come back to my loving family. to refresh my mind. to heal and make up all the depressed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;what exactly complete my 'homecoming for healing' is actually when i was going back to this city, back to the reality, on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sunday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;, at this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sukarno Hatta airport&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;when i arrived in this A6 waiting room, it didn't usually this veryy crowded.&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of so many people looked for seats, i found one seat. straightly found it.&lt;br /&gt;without any doubt, i went ahead and have a seat.&lt;br /&gt;i wondered why there's one empty seat with so many people looking for a seat..&lt;br /&gt;well, yea whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;then this guy who seated next to me started talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he and i had a long chat and we found so much things in common!&lt;br /&gt;we even went back to Jakarta on same day, same hour, and for exactly same reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we were so damn fed up with our routine that we needed to come back home to refresh our mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i talked to him, i was totally being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i mean,, i never meet a lot of strangers out there,, but for a stranger, i know he's so comforting to talk with,,&lt;br /&gt;he said he notice me bcos i looked like a friend of him,, that was bcos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i was wearing my glasses!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;which&lt;/span&gt; i have never ever wear those damn glasses anywhere but my house, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i never left home without my softlens, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i wore it confidently outside the house for the first time only bcos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe if i didn't wear those damn glasses he'd never talk to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;we had this chit chat for about 2 hours. and i never felt 2 hours was that short. i had a great time waiting.. xp&lt;br /&gt;we also walked into the plane together.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it could get scarier only if we sat together again on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;duh, it happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's actually not really that together but our seat was on the same row.&lt;br /&gt;mine was 30A, and his was 30D.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, scary. whatever. what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;then on the plane, i didn't talk to him at all. i was just enjoying my flight...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;when our plane just landed, i still didn't talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;then he and i walked out the plane one on one.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, inside the airport, when all passengers were walking into the exit, he looked back, saw me, and he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yes, he stopped to wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i was just smile and wave my hand a little.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked together again into the exit.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, he carried a baggage, and i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;it was almost 10 p.m and i had to get to my kost by taxi, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;so i needed to left there as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's the time when i had to say goodbye to Mr. Stranger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humm..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see him again..&lt;br /&gt;when will i see your face again, Mr. Stranger?&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i don't know if it's like a picture of my Mr. right someday,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i don't know if it's only a gift from my lord for me to not to feel alone in the middle of my trip goin' back to where-i-don't-belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but one thing for sure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm glad bcos after that night, i feel completely heal. maybe it's just nice to talk to someone that you barely know, but accepts you for who you are, and it's comforting, and fun too, cos u never experienced it before. it increased my self esteem, which i lost before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;life is a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yeah folks, it really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i actually not really hope that someday we'll meet again and we clearly remember each other, *well bcos actually i hardly remember him either! haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sounds like a fairysuckstale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but it would be nice if it does happen, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe i could break the mystery.. =)&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/4662722150408526659-7098454750895521656?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7098454750895521656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=7098454750895521656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/7098454750895521656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/7098454750895521656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-met-stranger-that-feels.html' title='life is a mystery . . .'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SQsHKhnLuQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/totWF58nmnU/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662722150408526659.post-6849761338382280420</id><published>2008-10-25T15:36:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:23:00.662+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation on swan lake'/><title type='text'>my FUN holidae..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we are crazy about swan lake..&lt;br /&gt;on 17th oct we went to swan lake not so far from our campus,, the four of us girls with sista and danang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on 19th oct we went to swan lake after we watched Laskar Pelangi.. four of us girls with sista and razak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whole day(s) we spent together with soo so much fun!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SQLhnm2C34I/AAAAAAAAAEA/V_qAN6M49Jw/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, i don't know if it's kinda late to start a blog just today,, but i think i need a place, a room, a blank, -whatever you call it -to pour all my thoughts- freaky thoughts, geeky thoughts, all good and bad feelings whatever -it's up to me, eh? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yeah and there will be some '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngasal&lt;/span&gt;' grammar when i feel like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curhat&lt;/span&gt;' in english,, cuz i just loove doing it so much. i only write words and sentences which i think it suits. i don't care about my grammar! hehhe.. there might be a lotta fuckin' rude words too! cuz i could be so rude when it comes to pouring my thought into something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i already start a blog in friendster since i was in highschool. but i do need some more place where there's not really much people know it. i don't care for whoever read this blog. i don't care what they think about me. it's just me. well, at least i'm trying to being me. maybe this blog could sorta be my 'jeritan hati' hahahahaha.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I think since now on, i have to write whatever happen to my life, whatever happen to my thoughts, so someday i could review it and put a little smile on my own thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, here it is,, blog of mandhytaa, as known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_slurrppmiao_&lt;/span&gt; in this blog, who is just a lady with a lot of things in her mind, who's tired lookin' for love and might even don't believe in that little thing called love, who has so many friends and not so many bestfriend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bestfriends are precious. then i won't have best as much i have friends, 'aite?*&lt;/span&gt; and always lookin forward to meet new people with all the different characters and minds, who could be my friend, bestie or might be enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;haha.. but i heart peace, i'm not such a bitch who's always lookin for catfight or something. i'm no drama queen cuz this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;life is hard without we even try to make it harder&lt;/span&gt;. i'm just a lady who always try to be the best of her. who has insecurities, rudeness, goofiness, bad side, angel side, yea whatever et ceteraa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now i'm studying in FKG u**** 3rd semester in a city which i wasn't born here, have no families here -all my lovelies are in Jakarta- so i'm practically '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak kos&lt;/span&gt;' in this strange strange city. i might be have problems with socializing cuz i tend to be more introvert. i love makin' friends but i think i have a lil' problem on how to makin' it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There are a lotta things i don't know yet in this world. i wanna read so much books but i don't have as much passion. i wanna widen my random knowledge but i don't have much time to do it. maybe it's about how you manage your time. i don't know, maybe i'm not smart enough just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I really wanna be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; dentist and i always been&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt; to whoever have their own dental clinic. damn. i envy all those succesful dentist with all the following fabulous title between their name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wanna help all of them who have problems with their teeth and oral. i wanna be super cool dentist someday. and i want my own dental clinic. i promise i should have one!! yeahh even i still do sks (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sistem kebut semalam&lt;/span&gt;) learning before tests and quizzes sometimes and really have this laziness when it comes to paperwork.. hehe,, but i promise i definitely have to be better and better! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I use to have all this firey firey passion to be what i wanna be and i will always have this passion for all my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And i have a faith in Allah SWT for sure. but i'm not really that much religious. i just believe if i want what's best for my life i really can't be tired to ask Allah and do what is not '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menyimpang&lt;/span&gt;' from my religion. so i gotta keep believin', hope and never deny on my faith. cuz i know for sure, in the hand of the Great Allah SWT, all of this, is worth. and someday i will get what is worth for my sacrifices all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I always lookin for new experience, meeting new people, new things cuz i could get sick of this ordinary life. i always lookin for my courageness too. it's hard to be brave and stands out you know.. not every person can get out of the box. and i actually wanna be one. and i still have to find out how to dare to be different. in a good way of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm dying to have some more spare time. cuz there's a lotta things i wanna do but with all this busy work and activities, i have no chance. and i would looove to kill my bad habit: laziness. sometimes i prefer sleeping than doing useful work. beside sleeping i could watch too much dvds, reading too much magazines, whatever it takes to kill time and do nothing useful for me. it's too much waste of time. i get tired easily. damnn. i used to have so much energy i couldn't even sleep till 3 AM. but now, i could stay up until 3AM only for dvds. which is total waste of time! no no no no! i GOTTA STOP IT! get ur ass real high anywhere but your bed! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;every 1 minute you waste is precious 60 seconds that you could never repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;that's a lot of number! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So i should prooooomisseee to be more careful to manage my time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;promise dhytt!&lt;/span&gt; x9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4662722150408526659-2431156158218952533?l=slurrppmiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2431156158218952533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662722150408526659&amp;postID=2431156158218952533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2431156158218952533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662722150408526659/posts/default/2431156158218952533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slurrppmiao.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-first-damn-words.html' title='Very first damn words'/><author><name>mandhytaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164281042977007968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SYARwEasoDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/34XpSjNFnZk/S220/Image(045)+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKU442Fn7yM/SPXdgmybcuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/l7sugOWBnDQ/s72-c/yht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
