<?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-4214383441475705448</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:45:19.031+07:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='essay'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='life story'/><category term='tv show'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='high school'/><category term='p8'/><category term='ana - ani'/><category term='book'/><category term='university'/><category term='teman'/><title type='text'>absolutely mine</title><subtitle type='html'>"sometimes people write things they can't say"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-182117542589999058</id><published>2010-08-28T13:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:29:09.354+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THisHv91XcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mvz8cavFV3I/s1600/pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THisHv91XcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mvz8cavFV3I/s400/pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510343393222680002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-182117542589999058?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/182117542589999058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=182117542589999058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/182117542589999058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/182117542589999058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-best.html' title='MY BEST'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THisHv91XcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mvz8cavFV3I/s72-c/pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7264005524794517623</id><published>2010-08-28T13:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:28:02.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I’m gonna say this in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I practice it quite a while and it sounds better in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, what I’m trying to say is: thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I always say thanks to you because you helped me through a short difficult time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the truth is I never thank you for saving my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanted you to know that I got into psychology because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And, if one day I become a psychologist, I will always see you as my role model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And, if one day I become a mother and have a child, I will look up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, thank you for saving my life nine years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will never forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-7264005524794517623?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7264005524794517623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7264005524794517623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7264005524794517623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7264005524794517623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1718652648897355870</id><published>2010-08-28T13:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:34:28.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>do your best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most people make plans in their life. But some, including us, do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe it is because we are too passive, or too confident,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or maybe we are simply too stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, when we do not have plans, it takes us a while to get where we should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It causes us to guess too much — to gamble too much with our own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a result, it causes us to make more mistakes than most people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But in that long uncertain road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Along the way, we meet some amazing people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Capture the most memorable memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And ride on numerous surprising journeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, look where we are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most people do not have stories like we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are lucky because we have the interesting ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, it does not mean that I suggest you to not make plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just do what you do best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And yes, for some of us, it means to let our life astonishes us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-1718652648897355870?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1718652648897355870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1718652648897355870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1718652648897355870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1718652648897355870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-your-best.html' title='do your best'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-3457395787654128308</id><published>2010-08-28T13:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:24:27.165+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THirLbYwpPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hFW1aRtDnUU/s1600/tumblr_l3soljbwOK1qacw50o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THirLbYwpPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hFW1aRtDnUU/s400/tumblr_l3soljbwOK1qacw50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510342356906321138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Picture from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://akosikeisint.tumblr.com/post/683289486" target="_blank" title="http://akosikeisint.tumblr.com/post/683289486" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I’ve been giving up on people too easily. If they don’t call, if they don’t try - then I don’t. It’s not fair to lay the blame on them when I’m not calling either. I’m just as much at fault. I’ve got a lot of resentment for old friends - for letting me go without a fight. I just want someone to call and say, ‘I miss you, how are you?’ I just want to call someone and say, ‘I miss you, I’m sorry.’ I want to be brave enough to stay in one place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sayclick.tumblr.com/post/692660838/ive-been-giving-up-on-people-too-easily-if-they" target="_blank" title="http://sayclick.tumblr.com/post/692660838/ive-been-giving-up-on-people-too-easily-if-they" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&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/4214383441475705448-3457395787654128308?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/3457395787654128308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=3457395787654128308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3457395787654128308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3457395787654128308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/08/remember.html' title='Remember!'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THirLbYwpPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hFW1aRtDnUU/s72-c/tumblr_l3soljbwOK1qacw50o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-8631114738553101029</id><published>2010-06-21T11:57:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:28:12.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7zaWrX09I/AAAAAAAAAPM/2UN9ZeYJwmY/s400/IMG_8246.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485089030273487826" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7377a7vtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Omuk6spoSLU/s1600/IMG_3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7377a7vtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Omuk6spoSLU/s400/IMG_3811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485094005118844626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB72vj6tWYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BZhNa01JmSo/s1600/DSC02807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB72vj6tWYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BZhNa01JmSo/s400/DSC02807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485092693139609986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB718bLdWEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Rm4lCiEW-hc/s1600/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB718bLdWEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Rm4lCiEW-hc/s400/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485091814620616770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-8631114738553101029?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/8631114738553101029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=8631114738553101029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8631114738553101029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8631114738553101029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-bitch.html' title='Hey bitch!'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7zaWrX09I/AAAAAAAAAPM/2UN9ZeYJwmY/s72-c/IMG_8246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6320056162323508359</id><published>2010-06-21T11:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:57:47.719+07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up is a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7xBkiRQkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZVuVJerQ_nk/s1600/tumblr_l321llh1tb1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7xBkiRQkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZVuVJerQ_nk/s400/tumblr_l321llh1tb1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485086405473419842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sowrongitssara/4637216803&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It doesn't matter how tough we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Trauma always leaves a scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It follows us home, it changes our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Trauma messes everybody up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But, maybe that's the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All the pain and the fear and the crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's what pushes us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Alexander Michael Karev (Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6320056162323508359?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6320056162323508359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6320056162323508359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6320056162323508359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6320056162323508359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-up-is-mess.html' title='growing up is a mess'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7xBkiRQkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZVuVJerQ_nk/s72-c/tumblr_l321llh1tb1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-3299674654944315197</id><published>2010-06-21T11:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:55:29.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.expectation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7winzQ_bI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OZ3A10gWVL4/s1600/tumblr_l41pos7BNN1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7winzQ_bI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OZ3A10gWVL4/s400/tumblr_l41pos7BNN1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485085873774067122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life works out, but not as you expect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-3299674654944315197?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/3299674654944315197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=3299674654944315197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3299674654944315197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3299674654944315197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/06/expectation.html' title='.expectation'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TB7winzQ_bI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OZ3A10gWVL4/s72-c/tumblr_l41pos7BNN1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7763544407063754758</id><published>2010-06-14T15:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:40:53.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>A Tribute to Paula Abdul and Simon Cowell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I believe in myself and you have to have your own self respect. And sometimes decisions are very difficult to make, but I’ve always believed that at the core I’m a survivor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;- Paula Abdul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TBXq0n8EvKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AVazQpvkqFU/s400/28093_395584844806_568694806_4226328_5782957_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 330px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546311188495522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Genuinely, I’ve had the best time of my life, and I’m very grateful and as you say, lucky. But you always know when it’s the right time to go. And I’ll look back and say we’ve had a great time. I always promised myself that I wanted to leave and be able to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;- Simon Cowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-7763544407063754758?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7763544407063754758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7763544407063754758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7763544407063754758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7763544407063754758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/06/tribute-to-paula-abdul-and-simon-cowell.html' title='A Tribute to Paula Abdul and Simon Cowell'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TBXq0n8EvKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AVazQpvkqFU/s72-c/28093_395584844806_568694806_4226328_5782957_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6096644473285726272</id><published>2010-06-14T15:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:38:56.546+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>F!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TBXqNwapH6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/aJggNriSH2g/s1600/tumblr_l3jqj4iWJb1qa53bzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TBXqNwapH6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/aJggNriSH2g/s400/tumblr_l3jqj4iWJb1qa53bzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482545643449294754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Izz: You need to bond with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;your people. People are what matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;*Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6096644473285726272?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6096644473285726272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6096644473285726272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6096644473285726272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6096644473285726272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/06/f.html' title='F!'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/TBXqNwapH6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/aJggNriSH2g/s72-c/tumblr_l3jqj4iWJb1qa53bzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5953586860107446747</id><published>2010-06-14T15:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:34:59.511+07:00</updated><title type='text'>changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;At this age,&lt;b&gt; everything is changing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day we don’t notice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;b&gt;just look back over the past year, and you will realize everything has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People you thought were going to be there forever aren’t,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people you never imagined you’d be speaking to are now some of your closest friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life makes little sense, and the more we grow the less sense it will make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So make the most of now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before it all changes once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in the near future, all of this is only going to be memories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rituhmari.tumblr.com/post/488610908"&gt;*tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-5953586860107446747?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5953586860107446747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5953586860107446747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5953586860107446747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5953586860107446747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/06/changing.html' title='changing'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5665059637330214093</id><published>2010-05-23T11:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:17:55.699+07:00</updated><title type='text'>win and happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S_isZO9RasI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ryI8Djk2qiM/s1600/tumblr_l24tzjkkx61qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474314896580635330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S_isZO9RasI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ryI8Djk2qiM/s400/tumblr_l24tzjkkx61qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, you better get your degree from a reputable university,&lt;br /&gt;Get A score in every course,&lt;br /&gt;Become a cum laude graduate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, along the way, don't forget to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;Find that friendship in college,&lt;br /&gt;Find the people who can become the best friends of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do those two things, you'll win.&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is you have people be happy for you when you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you miss one,&lt;br /&gt;If you just have the highest score in the entire class,&lt;br /&gt;If you just play with you friends,&lt;br /&gt;oh honey, you'll lose.&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/4214383441475705448-5665059637330214093?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5665059637330214093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5665059637330214093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5665059637330214093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5665059637330214093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/05/win-and-happy.html' title='win and happy'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S_isZO9RasI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ryI8Djk2qiM/s72-c/tumblr_l24tzjkkx61qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7818305262787460887</id><published>2010-05-23T11:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:16:24.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing the song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I walk, would you run?&lt;br /&gt;If I stop, would you come?&lt;br /&gt;If I say you’re the one, would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you to stay, would you show me the way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to say so you don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is catching up to you while your running away to chase your dream&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to make a move cause we are asking one another to change&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been hiding enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sing you a song, would you sing along&lt;br /&gt;or wait till I'm gone? Oh how we push and pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I give you my heart, would you just play the part&lt;br /&gt;or tell me it’s the start of something beautiful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I catching up to you while your running away to chase your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to face the truth cause we are coming to each other to change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been hiding enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Asher Book (Try)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-7818305262787460887?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7818305262787460887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7818305262787460887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7818305262787460887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7818305262787460887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/05/sing-song.html' title='Sing the song!'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6029867281034514047</id><published>2010-05-23T11:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:14:55.838+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Dear you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.&lt;br /&gt;We can make the best or the worst of it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;And, I hope you see things that startle you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel things you never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you meet people with a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you live a life you're proud of.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;(The Curious Case of Benjamin Button)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6029867281034514047?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6029867281034514047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6029867281034514047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6029867281034514047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6029867281034514047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-you.html' title='Dear you,'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-8394293583065397345</id><published>2010-05-02T12:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:38:15.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Isobel Katherine Stevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S90PKXTIUzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uCs8TOBy88Y/s1600/that-smiling-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S90PKXTIUzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uCs8TOBy88Y/s400/that-smiling-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466542193425011506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messing up.&lt;br /&gt;It's what makes a person.&lt;br /&gt;It's how we learn.&lt;br /&gt;Where we find joy. &lt;br /&gt;And the things you don't plan for are the things you'd never see coming.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-8394293583065397345?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/8394293583065397345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=8394293583065397345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8394293583065397345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8394293583065397345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/05/tribute-to-isobel-katherine-stevens.html' title='Tribute to Isobel Katherine Stevens'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S90PKXTIUzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uCs8TOBy88Y/s72-c/that-smiling-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5879511251005428863</id><published>2010-05-02T12:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:15:42.333+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Let's stop being friends =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN"&gt;A boy liked a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy wanted to become more than friends with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said to the girl, &lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN"&gt;Should we stop being friends? I want to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN"&gt;(Personal Taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4214383441475705448-5879511251005428863?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5879511251005428863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5879511251005428863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5879511251005428863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5879511251005428863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-stop-being-friends.html' title='Let&apos;s stop being friends =)'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5948684224994396009</id><published>2010-04-25T21:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:44:17.927+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>GLEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S9RVLqmCHhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FS4I8qup-74/s1600/tumblr_l1cjbpZcnp1qa3aiko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464085906807987730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S9RVLqmCHhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FS4I8qup-74/s400/tumblr_l1cjbpZcnp1qa3aiko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-5948684224994396009?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5948684224994396009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5948684224994396009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5948684224994396009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5948684224994396009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/04/glee.html' title='GLEE'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/S9RVLqmCHhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FS4I8qup-74/s72-c/tumblr_l1cjbpZcnp1qa3aiko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-796138774673932283</id><published>2010-04-25T19:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:08:55.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I can’t stop wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Whether I would celebrate my twenty first birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Whether I would hang out more with my junior high friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Whether I would enjoy my ‘kaup’ experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Some people said, “It’s called regret”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I do not agree. I simply argued, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I still wouldn’t do it any other way”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I just can’t stop wondering if I stayed. I can’t stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-796138774673932283?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/796138774673932283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=796138774673932283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/796138774673932283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/796138774673932283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-still-would-not-do-it-any-other-way.html' title='.wondering'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1935931638383414541</id><published>2010-02-16T17:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:54:49.905+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home,&lt;br /&gt;I smiled when I said goodbye to a place I call home since I was one year old.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold my tears when I hug my sitter that always be there for me since I was one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating so fast because I got in the middle of bad traffic.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating so fast, I even cannot handle to at least open twitter or reply text message.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating so fast yet I didn’t feel the urge to cry.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating so fast when I knew Andrew and Dita were at the airport to say their goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the check-in counter,&lt;br /&gt;I had to run to the counter because I was so late.&lt;br /&gt;I had to pay extra because I had over weight baggage.&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from Onyet and Andret.&lt;br /&gt;They were at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport gate,&lt;br /&gt;I ran as fast as I could because I had only 10 minutes to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;And here they are,&lt;br /&gt;My father, my brother, Andrew, Dita,David, Onyet, and Andret.&lt;br /&gt;They told me, “there are more friends that want to come here”&lt;br /&gt;But the officer called my name, and he said “the plane has already boarding”&lt;br /&gt;So, there were no time to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged them one by one. Only that. No special messages, no crying, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the immigration counter,&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda called me. She said, “I, Janice, MP, Desie, and Jibo are at the airport. Could you go outside for just like two minutes?”&lt;br /&gt;Janice called me. She said, “We brought you flower and Yolanda made you a necklace. Could you go outside for just like two minutes?”&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom. She said no.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t regret the decision to not go outside to meet them because I knew it was impossible. But, I just wish we could turn back time so I have the chance to see them one last time.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had to run to the plane. And trust me, I was running all the way.&lt;br /&gt;I was the last person on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane,&lt;br /&gt;I must turn off my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;But there were still many special friends I haven’t said goodbye to.&lt;br /&gt;So, I hid carefully and said my simple farewell via text messages, twitter, and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I even didn’t have time to receive the replies.&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn off the phone right before the plane took off.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s when I started to cry for the first time on this day.&lt;br /&gt;The tears kept coming down.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the toilet just to cry so no one saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left,&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don’t have few friends.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have many great buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve people came to the airport to say final goodbye to me.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve people who represent every important chapter of my life: childhood, elementary school, junior high, high school, and university.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve people who make me proud of myself and not regret anything in my life because I know I did it right all the way. They are my proof.&lt;br /&gt;Tweve people who remind me that “I win and have people happy for me”.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve people who are enough to make me come back home next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wrote this on the plane. crying.&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/4214383441475705448-1935931638383414541?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1935931638383414541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1935931638383414541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1935931638383414541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1935931638383414541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-left.html' title='When I left'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6642755318957825700</id><published>2010-02-14T15:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:22:05.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I hope you will have a little faith in me, believe in me, support me, hope and pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I didn’t find best friends there, I hope you would chat with me every Saturday night when I have no friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I met many new besties, I hope you would know that they would not replace your places in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I failed, I hope you would be there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I succeeded, I hope you would be happy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If everything went wrong and I was forced to go home, I hope you would help me to continue my study here until my graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If everything went well and I continue my study there until finish, I hope you would attend my graduation there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I wanted to quit and just go home, I hope you would tell me all the reasons why I left in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I forgot to come home, I hope you would make me remember every single thing that waits me at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I fell in love with psychology too much, I hope you would remind me that I want to become stewardess or cruise crew first after I graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I hate psychology too much, I hope you would remind me that in my 40’s I want to be a psychologist and open a private practice at a beach house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;If I came back on holiday, I hope we would still have amazing friendship and nothing has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I hope you will see every important event of my life. And I hope I see yours too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I hope you all the best of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Finally, there are certain special friends I want to thank to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Thank you for becoming my favorite partners in crime and the best comfort zone, Dita, Andrew, Rosa, Yussi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Thank you for talking and listening in all the emails, Airin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Thank you for believing in me from the very beginning, Yolanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Thank you for the understanding, my kaup girls (Priescha, Charmania, Adis, Chitra, Saskhya). Believe me, I’m jealous of the upcoming intense yet fun experience you’ll be going through as a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Thank you for the silly, amazing, unforgetable times in our 2.5 years of friendships, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Andret, Onyet, Kantiana, Vani, Amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Thank you for all your supports, Psikojoy. It’s been an honor for me to be a part of this class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;And last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;A million thank you’s for every faith, trust, support, hope, and pray for me, Friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;See you next year guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Love, Tasia&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/4214383441475705448-6642755318957825700?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6642755318957825700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6642755318957825700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6642755318957825700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6642755318957825700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends,'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5287890080234239097</id><published>2010-01-28T00:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:37:37.891+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>I want an interesting and surprising life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two years ago, I was afraid of wanting anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I figured wanting would lead to trying and trying would lead to failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now I find that I can’t stop wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to fly somewhere in first class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to travel to Europe on a business trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to get invited to the White House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to learn about the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to surprise myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be the best person that I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to define myself instead of having others define me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to win, and have people be happy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to lose and get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to not be afraid of the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to grow up to be generous and big hearted, the way that people have been with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want an interesting and surprising life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s not that I think I’m going to get all of these things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want the possibility of getting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;The possibility that things are going to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can’t wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*This is from a television series, Friday Night Lights.&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/4214383441475705448-5287890080234239097?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5287890080234239097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5287890080234239097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5287890080234239097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5287890080234239097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-interesting-and-surprising-life.html' title='I want an interesting and surprising life'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5027502311873126968</id><published>2010-01-08T14:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:37:25.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never know the biggest day of your life is going to be the biggest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Isobel Katherine Stevens (GA)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people in the place you hate the most become the best friends you ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The place that you don’t want to go back to is the place you memorize the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The experience that almost destroys your happiness and family is the one that give you the slightest idea about what person you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The friends, who you thought are your true friends, are stabbing you in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The school you hate the most may have given you the best time of your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The boring life you thought you have, can give you the unexpected surprises that may change your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The year that began badly had the sweetest ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, the person who has nothing you want from a guy is the one person who you fall in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The unexpected is what changes our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meredith Grey (GA)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-5027502311873126968?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5027502311873126968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5027502311873126968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5027502311873126968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5027502311873126968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/01/unexpected.html' title='.unexpected'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7361457342776142453</id><published>2010-01-01T01:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:45:29.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAT%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/javascript:void(0)&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.45pt 841.7pt; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:1;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that I lost my faith in religion, but it doesn’t mean I lost my faith in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that I never satisfied about my situation of life. I always find a way to get something more. And I always do that unconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that sometimes the people you hate the most are also the people you love the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that there are some people who are worth it to fight for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that sometimes you can put your guards down, and just talk to some people about something that you usually don’t talk about. Those people are called best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that life is about you. You fight by yourself. But sometimes, just sometimes, you may realize that it’s not just you fight by yourself. Others fight too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that you should try the best you can to get something you want. But in the end, luck and destiny play the important parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that you can not change bad to good instantly. But you can make the best possible out of the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that sometimes you have to sacrifice something you love to get something you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that ending some friendships this year is one of the best things I could do for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that there are some relationships with others that you can’t change or fix. It is what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that it’s okay to have a dream or something that you really want. If you failed to achieve that, of course it’d be hurt like hell. But what if you succeeded? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that there is a decision which not nothing-to-lose. And that decision is the hardest one to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that life does not always turn out to be what you planned or expected. It can be worse, but it also can be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that the unexpected is surprising, but it also changes your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn that 2009 is one of the toughest years I’ve ever been through, but still I survive it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the last day of 2009, I began my morning by getting my IELTS score. And my score is great =) . Then I ended the day at emergency room in a hospital. What a way to end 2009 and start 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that 2010 would be one of the most interesting year of my life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy new year everyone!&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/4214383441475705448-7361457342776142453?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7361457342776142453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7361457342776142453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7361457342776142453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7361457342776142453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-4724400510051765749</id><published>2009-09-26T13:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:44:34.741+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Tribute to George O'Malley</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I always look around to see if you think it's funny too. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Even when you are not there, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I look around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(George O'Malley to Izzie Stevens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SqJVTHC8m3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/g9marj0e2dc/s1600-h/greys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SqJVTHC8m3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/g9marj0e2dc/s400/greys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377954691831077746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Just forget about you and me for a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What about Meredith? What about Alex and Christina?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna hold us together if you're not here?&lt;br /&gt;You're the glue.&lt;br /&gt;You're George."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Izzie Stevens to George O'Malley)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* For me, not only I will miss George O'Malley himself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but also the friendship between him and Izzie Stevens.&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/4214383441475705448-4724400510051765749?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/4724400510051765749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=4724400510051765749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4724400510051765749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4724400510051765749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/09/tribute-to-george-omalley.html' title='Tribute to George O&apos;Malley'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SqJVTHC8m3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/g9marj0e2dc/s72-c/greys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6583680159246999196</id><published>2009-09-08T21:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:19:59.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new hobby</title><content type='html'>I love posting quotes in my new mini blog&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sayclick.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://sayclick.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Tasia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6583680159246999196?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6583680159246999196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6583680159246999196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6583680159246999196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6583680159246999196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-hobby.html' title='my new hobby'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-2340871068925821026</id><published>2009-09-04T18:36:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:42:34.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SqJXExhXmbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8mtDbulKwso/s1600-h/i-loveyou-mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SqJXExhXmbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8mtDbulKwso/s400/i-loveyou-mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377956644558182834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;we do better loving each other from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Izzie Stevens - Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-2340871068925821026?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/2340871068925821026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=2340871068925821026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2340871068925821026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2340871068925821026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom,'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SqJXExhXmbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8mtDbulKwso/s72-c/i-loveyou-mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7805284464275792845</id><published>2009-08-30T20:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:04:11.133+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>my mid-year holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;First, Jakarta the big city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming supporter of Shandy Kusumohartono at Abang None Jakarta Timur 2009 (June 12th 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SoPmf_eZVAI/AAAAAAAAALc/1PcD01Ukgq4/s1600-h/4962_94833964543_765939543_1854562_713165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SoPmf_eZVAI/AAAAAAAAALc/1PcD01Ukgq4/s400/4962_94833964543_765939543_1854562_713165_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369388618045019138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Gabrielle's farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; (June 20th 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Spp1UnkmTjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q8KvmP6eE0g/s1600-h/4978_93648064806_568694806_1986895_6637961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Spp1UnkmTjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q8KvmP6eE0g/s400/4978_93648064806_568694806_1986895_6637961_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375738102300429874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, Australia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Melbourne (June 24th - July 1st 2009, and July 9th - July 20th 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppuD3K1hGI/AAAAAAAAALs/AbdhLVlkdJc/s1600-h/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppuD3K1hGI/AAAAAAAAALs/AbdhLVlkdJc/s400/DSC01722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375730117848171618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane &amp;amp; Goldcoast (July 1st - July 6th 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppuhMqbr8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DxauMTAb2FA/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppuhMqbr8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DxauMTAb2FA/s400/DSC01792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375730621834047426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney (July 6th - July 9th 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Sppu8qOShrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jmdlr1fbLXs/s1600-h/DSC02216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Sppu8qOShrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jmdlr1fbLXs/s400/DSC02216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375731093625538226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the australia trip, I met :&lt;br /&gt;my favorite cousins in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppxG7px2JI/AAAAAAAAAME/NwRqtJfF3RM/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppxG7px2JI/AAAAAAAAAME/NwRqtJfF3RM/s400/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375733469126187154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and great friends I miss so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Sppx7EzsBjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4XFXFm4DRCk/s1600-h/frens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Sppx7EzsBjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4XFXFm4DRCk/s400/frens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375734364936865330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And finally, back to Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyer (July 24th - July 26th 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppyuOTMp4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/yvIpTr1nQSI/s1600-h/5816_107538192289_846502289_2067882_2266684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppyuOTMp4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/yvIpTr1nQSI/s400/5816_107538192289_846502289_2067882_2266684_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375735243658274690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung (August 3rg - August 4th 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppzQz1kyPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5mLNEzdCpEg/s1600-h/6329_110503758603_747588603_2177507_7402748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SppzQz1kyPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5mLNEzdCpEg/s400/6329_110503758603_747588603_2177507_7402748_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375735837850126578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And of course, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it all ends in Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Spp0FsgIVfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XawKG8ZvSYg/s1600-h/6096_122309972289_846502289_2270652_8107970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Spp0FsgIVfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XawKG8ZvSYg/s400/6096_122309972289_846502289_2270652_8107970_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375736746414200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming staff in "division of evaluation" at PSAF (Perkenalan Sistem Akademik Fakultas) (August 20th &amp;amp; 21st 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Spp2NnzEycI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zFJXoql6dA0/s1600-h/6640_120746374806_568694806_2398511_6707838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/Spp2NnzEycI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zFJXoql6dA0/s400/6640_120746374806_568694806_2398511_6707838_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375739081613691330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and tomorrow, the holiday is over. Back to reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="body" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="body" &gt;I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Fred Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-7805284464275792845?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7805284464275792845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7805284464275792845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7805284464275792845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7805284464275792845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mid-year-holiday.html' title='my mid-year holiday'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SoPmf_eZVAI/AAAAAAAAALc/1PcD01Ukgq4/s72-c/4962_94833964543_765939543_1854562_713165_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7295653101508232268</id><published>2009-08-24T14:41:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:54:42.750+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>the true dream is being able to dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SpJEf08BZcI/AAAAAAAAALk/3EQr_hwPVPg/s1600-h/kjjwBpqGOj8ryynvJfH1uNYLo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SpJEf08BZcI/AAAAAAAAALk/3EQr_hwPVPg/s400/kjjwBpqGOj8ryynvJfH1uNYLo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373432618983450050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At some point, maybe we accept that the dream has become a nightmare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We tell ourselves the reality is better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We convince ourselves that it's better to never dream at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the strongest of us, the most determined of us, we hold onto the dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream we never considered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We awake to find ourselves against all odds, feeling hopeful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if we're lucky, we realize in the face of everything, in the face of life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the true dream, is being able to dream at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Meredith Grey - Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-7295653101508232268?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7295653101508232268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7295653101508232268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7295653101508232268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7295653101508232268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-dream-is-being-able-to-dream.html' title='the true dream is being able to dream'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SpJEf08BZcI/AAAAAAAAALk/3EQr_hwPVPg/s72-c/kjjwBpqGOj8ryynvJfH1uNYLo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7521642455546025915</id><published>2009-07-31T01:14:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:42:52.134+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><title type='text'>Life is too short to be anything but happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SnHjIqw_ZYI/AAAAAAAAALU/9u2SV2cxfe8/s1600-h/3126_74138649196_516419196_1524854_5679043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SnHjIqw_ZYI/AAAAAAAAALU/9u2SV2cxfe8/s400/3126_74138649196_516419196_1524854_5679043_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364318369233200514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is the best quote ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've got this from my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I don't really know from where my friend got this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the perfect quote which represents my life and what I believe in&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/4214383441475705448-7521642455546025915?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7521642455546025915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7521642455546025915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7521642455546025915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7521642455546025915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-too-short-to-be-anything-but.html' title='Life is too short to be anything but happy'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SnHjIqw_ZYI/AAAAAAAAALU/9u2SV2cxfe8/s72-c/3126_74138649196_516419196_1524854_5679043_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-40868145016885142</id><published>2009-07-28T21:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:37:22.911+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><title type='text'>Time to let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;High school is not the best place I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;Or not the most beautiful memory I have&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated two years ago, I always hated my high school&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to go back there, even for just a minute or two&lt;br /&gt;Not accepting my high school friends’ invitations to go out or just hang out&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want have anything to do with my high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I choose to stop the hatred&lt;br /&gt;Well.. It doesn’t mean I choose to go back there&lt;br /&gt;Or hang out more with my high school friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just choose to accept my high school as what it is&lt;br /&gt;I choose to accept St. Theresia with all the people in there as my high school memory&lt;br /&gt;As one of chapters in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I choose to let it go and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Meredith Grey - Grey’s Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-40868145016885142?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/40868145016885142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=40868145016885142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/40868145016885142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/40868145016885142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-to-let-go_28.html' title='Time to let go'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7264963277674797222</id><published>2009-06-20T01:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:15:52.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Prison Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SjvgZTmM9yI/AAAAAAAAALM/nogHE4fSdEY/s1600-h/maanaaacb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SjvgZTmM9yI/AAAAAAAAALM/nogHE4fSdEY/s400/maanaaacb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349115707794454306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You know we spend so much of our lives not saying the things we want to say, the things we should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speaking in code, we send little messages, origami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So now, plainly simply,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I love you both, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Scofield (to Lincoln Burrows and Sara Tancredi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/4214383441475705448-7264963277674797222?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7264963277674797222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7264963277674797222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7264963277674797222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7264963277674797222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-prison-break_20.html' title='Tribute to Prison Break'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SjvgZTmM9yI/AAAAAAAAALM/nogHE4fSdEY/s72-c/maanaaacb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-4080641375285039269</id><published>2009-06-11T23:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:22:30.723+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><title type='text'>You Are The Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the kind of friend to whom I can call whenever I like, even when there’s no special cause.&lt;br /&gt;You are the kind of friend to whom I can send very unimportant text messages.&lt;br /&gt;You are the kind of friend to whom I can tell that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There is no weakness in forgiveness”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(FNL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the kind of friend to whom I can sing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Lucky I’m in Love with My Best Friend”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Jason Mraz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the kind of friend to whom I can say thank you for just being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship is a blessing and love is a gift. Do not let it go easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Jason Wahler in The Hills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-4080641375285039269?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/4080641375285039269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=4080641375285039269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4080641375285039269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4080641375285039269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-friend.html' title='You Are The Friend'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7912327816825597689</id><published>2009-06-01T19:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:25:16.174+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>I'm Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It’s  not always fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you ever really needed anything, I’m here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lauren Conrad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-7912327816825597689?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7912327816825597689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7912327816825597689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7912327816825597689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7912327816825597689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5118133835217367789</id><published>2009-04-13T14:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:28:00.062+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana - ani'/><title type='text'>Ana - Ani : talk behind back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One night, in late-night-chat at MSN,&lt;br /&gt;Ani told Ana that &lt;strong&gt;Ana’s best friend talked about Ana behind her back&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ana shocked, then she stopped replying to Ani.&lt;br /&gt;So Ani asked Ana, “Ana, are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;Ana answered, “Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the truth is: Ana’s lying. &lt;strong&gt;She’s not okay&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324073001739851634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SeLoL9rzl3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TkOfKFjVSao/s400/pay_no_mind_to_those_who_talk_behind_your_back_tshirt-p2350341547881249213m24_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/pay_no_mind_to_those_who_talk_behind_your_back_tshirt-235034154788124921"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/pay_no_mind_to_those_who_talk_behind_your_back_tshirt-235034154788124921"&gt;http://www.zazzle.com/pay_no_mind_to_those_who_talk_behind_your_back_tshirt-235034154788124921&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A true friend never breaches the trust of his companion or stabs in his back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He is trustworthy and reliable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One should therefore always try to be a true and reliable friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sam Veda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-5118133835217367789?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5118133835217367789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5118133835217367789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5118133835217367789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5118133835217367789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ana-ani-talk-behind-back.html' title='Ana - Ani : talk behind back'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SeLoL9rzl3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TkOfKFjVSao/s72-c/pay_no_mind_to_those_who_talk_behind_your_back_tshirt-p2350341547881249213m24_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5359411032277202511</id><published>2009-03-31T23:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:59:03.404+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY TO ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-31.03.09 // 23.59 WIB-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-5359411032277202511?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5359411032277202511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5359411032277202511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5359411032277202511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5359411032277202511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-20th-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY TO ME'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-4112562101901624591</id><published>2009-03-30T14:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:05:06.305+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><title type='text'>20th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is a big day for me&lt;br /&gt;Really big&lt;br /&gt;It’s my 20th birthday&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is that day&lt;br /&gt;The day when I left my adolescence stage&lt;br /&gt;The day when I (should) stop finding identity&lt;br /&gt;The day when I come to adulthood world&lt;br /&gt;The day when I (have to) start to find intimacy (or love maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s definitely the day when I am twenty&lt;br /&gt;I start my twenties&lt;br /&gt;Twenties. Uhh twenties. It still feels hard to say it&lt;br /&gt;It feels so grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenties is the ages I always talked about when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenties is the chapter when I think I will have junior-high reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(*Hahaha. Reunion is my junior-high daily meal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Twenties is the chapter of my life when I think I will graduate from university&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*Hope it will be. It must be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twenties is the chapter of my life when I want to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(*Right now I really don’t want to think about it anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Twenties is the chapter when I think I will get my first job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Honestly, I don’t know what kind of job I want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twenties is the chapter when I think I will be grow up and change to a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Reality: I am growing up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenties is the chapter of my life when I think I get all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Well it’s not gonna happen because until now I haven’t found my dreams yet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenties is the chapter of my life which starts tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Ugh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe twenties chapter is not all about that&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about what I want to happen,&lt;br /&gt;Or I think would happen&lt;br /&gt;It’s about reality&lt;br /&gt;Twenties is the chapter when dreams become reality&lt;br /&gt;Whether reality is good (dreams come true) or not good (dreams do not come true)&lt;br /&gt;Twenties is the chapter when dreams fade and reality is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate reality because I think reality doesn’t give ‘happily ever after’&lt;br /&gt;And realizing that ‘happily ever after’ doesn’t exist,&lt;br /&gt;make harder to accept twenties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“The person that invented the phrase happily ever after should have his ass kicked so hard!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is : reality is reality&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. Surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Reality. It's so much more interesting than living happily ever after”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough enough enough&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s it for today&lt;br /&gt;Enough for thinking and worrying about my coming-up-twenties&lt;br /&gt;I have years ahead for doing it&lt;br /&gt;But I only have one more day to be teens&lt;br /&gt;One more day to be adolescence&lt;br /&gt;So let’s just enjoy and be thankful for this last-moment-being-teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just want to say to myself&lt;br /&gt;Happy ‘almost-big-twentieth’ birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Hope I get my own happy ending,&lt;br /&gt;my own way of ‘dream come true’,&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;I hope for damn good luck&lt;br /&gt;to get me through adulthood for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* quotes from Graduation - Vitamin C, and Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4214383441475705448-4112562101901624591?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/4112562101901624591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=4112562101901624591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4112562101901624591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4112562101901624591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/03/20th-birthday.html' title='20th Birthday'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6538319044277658064</id><published>2009-03-25T22:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:55:41.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana - ani'/><title type='text'>Ana - Ani : The Best and Worst of Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day Ana asked Ani, “What is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thing about family?”&lt;br /&gt;Ani answered, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“That they’re always there for you no matter what”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then Ani asked Ana, “What is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing about family?”&lt;br /&gt;Ana answered, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“That they’re always there for you no matter what”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Through The Looking Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6538319044277658064?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6538319044277658064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6538319044277658064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6538319044277658064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6538319044277658064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/03/ana-ani-best-and-worst-of-family_25.html' title='Ana - Ani : The Best and Worst of Family'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-3092060095500675935</id><published>2009-03-20T12:44:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:58:50.316+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana - ani'/><title type='text'>Ana - Ani : keeping best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After Ana told Ani about her problem with her best friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ani said to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;“You should keep your best friends because best friends are really hard to find.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Ana said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"   &gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah. They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; should.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/ScMrnvuxwnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TKgJ8HJxASU/s1600-h/231873493_45c2750c14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315139947054875250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/ScMrnvuxwnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TKgJ8HJxASU/s400/231873493_45c2750c14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!-- 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Marcie Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman" href="http://www.indianchild.com/friends_forever.htm"&gt;http://www.indianchild.com/friends_forever.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-3092060095500675935?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/3092060095500675935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=3092060095500675935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3092060095500675935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3092060095500675935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/03/ana-ani-keeping-best-friends.html' title='Ana - Ani : keeping best friends'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/ScMrnvuxwnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TKgJ8HJxASU/s72-c/231873493_45c2750c14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-4872580782315352</id><published>2009-03-15T23:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:14:34.318+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you should know that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything I have ever achieved should be appreciated more&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect you to appreciate me and my achievement more&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re not&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I give up now&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do something great only for myself&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I care and you’re not&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just lucky because I care&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be what I am today&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise myself to be what I am today&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I dont know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don't know how to make the feelings stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Just So You Know – Jesse McCartney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-4872580782315352?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/4872580782315352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=4872580782315352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4872580782315352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4872580782315352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-should-know-that.html' title='you should know that'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7572405468421814562</id><published>2009-03-09T18:31:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:46:24.862+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>memorable quotes from last episode of gilmore girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SbUA5MtNgvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ub3e4F6awo0/s1600-h/254450%7EGilmore-Girls-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SbUA5MtNgvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ub3e4F6awo0/s400/254450%7EGilmore-Girls-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311152318216766194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mom…You've given me everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rory Gilmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Rory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know. I just don't know about picking up and leaving until  who knows when, and leaving my mom...see? I'm not ready. What reporter freaks  out about leaving her mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; The lucky kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4214383441475705448-7572405468421814562?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7572405468421814562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7572405468421814562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7572405468421814562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7572405468421814562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/03/memorable-quotes-from-last-episode-of.html' title='memorable quotes from last episode of gilmore girls'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SbUA5MtNgvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ub3e4F6awo0/s72-c/254450%7EGilmore-Girls-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1339739098815217404</id><published>2009-02-01T02:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:44:18.724+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Recommending Shows + Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I always say, I love watching TV serial, especially American TV serial. From many TV serials I have watched, I want to recommend some of them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday Night Lights (season 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3 had just ended last week. And for me, this show is the best show I’ve ever watched. The casts are fantastic! Seriously, the acting is so real. But although this is my favorite show of all time, I have difficulties to meet people who have the same interest in this show. Not many people watch this show. But I won’t give up recommending this show to everybody. Hahaha. But I tell you what, every episode in Friday Night Lights season 3 made me cry. Believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Tree Hill (season 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 4 tell story about the end of high school. I love it because the end of high school in One Tree Hill is so beautiful. That made me jealous. And when I watched it, I thought “This should be the end of my high school!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy (season 2 &amp;amp; 3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love the Izzie’s story in season 2. I love when she fell in love with patient. But unfortunately, that patient died in the final episode of season 2. Besides Izzie, I also love Addison. She can turn herself from not-lovable character into the most lovable character. In season 3, Izzie and Addison are still my favorite characters. Ooh, and Mark Sloan too. Hahaha. And I also love quotes from Grey’s Anatomy, especially season 2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October Road (season 1 &amp;amp; 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October Road is definitely not the most popular TV show. This show has been cancelled, so there won’t be season 3. But I still hope there will. Hahaha. I can’t tell you much about this show. All I can say is you won’t regret if you try to watch it. The story line is good. The casts are also good, especially Bryan Greenberg who played the main role. He is so damn good looking! He is one of my favorite actors now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Hills (season 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many people don’t like The Hills. They think casts in The Hills just can do gossiping, dating, and partying. They also think that The Hills is not reality, it is fake. Well casts in The Hills do lots of gossiping, dating guys, and partying. And I don’t believe 100% that this show is based on reality. But I love this season 4. It is because some scenes were so touching and made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides those big five, I also recommend Brothers and Sisters, Amazing Race, Private Practice, Prison Break, Gossip Girl, ANTM, etc. I will tell you why later. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Television is simply automated day-dreaming. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Lee Lovinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/4214383441475705448-1339739098815217404?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1339739098815217404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1339739098815217404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1339739098815217404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1339739098815217404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/02/recommending-shows-seasons.html' title='Recommending Shows + Seasons'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7953584344807100084</id><published>2009-01-16T15:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:40:00.448+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><title type='text'>Kelompok A &amp; Kelompok B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebut aja gw punya dua kelompok teman. Kelompok teman yang satu berasal dari masa smp, yang disebut sebagai&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; kelompok A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sedangkan, kelompok yang lain berasal dari masa sma, yang disebut &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kelompok B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Selain, kelompok A dan B, tentu masih ada kelompok C, D, E, dan seterusnya. Tapi, anggap saja kelompok yang lain tidak akan diceritakan di sini, hanya kelompok A dan B saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelompok A dan B tidak pernah berkenalan. Mungkin ada beberapa yang secara tidak sengaja berkenalan. Tetapi gw sendiri sebagai benang merah antara kelompok A dan B tidak pernah dan tidak pernah mau memperkenalkan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua kelompok ini sangat berbeda artinya buat gw. Kelompok A berperan sebagai orang-orang yang selalu ada buat gw. Namun, gw jarang berbagi cerita dengan mereka. Tapi mereka selalu ada. Mereka adalah teman senasib dan seperjuangan. Sedangkan, kelompok B berperan sebagai orang-orang yang sering saling berbagi cerita dengan gw. Tapi mereka tidak selalu ada. Dan jelas, mereka bukan teman senasib-seperjuangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya sampai ke paragraf ini, gw merasa ga ada intinya nulis kedua kelompok ini. Hahaha. Gw cuma tiba-tiba teringat fenomena yang sering terjadi dengan kedua kelompok ini. Apabila kelompok A membuat gw kecewa atau sedih, kelompok B tidak pernah ada buat gw. Namun, apabila kelompok B yang membuat gw kecewa atau sedih, kelompok A secara &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; ada buat gw, walaupun mungkin kelompok A ga mengetahui ada apa yang terjadi antara gw dan kelompok B. Aneh bukan? Sudah beberapa kali kejadian, dan selalu begitu. Walaupun semuanya itu serba kebetulan, namun gw sangat menghargai apa yang dilakukan kelompok A, meskipun kelompok A sendiri tidak menyadarinya. Mungkin fenomena inilah salah satu alasan mengapa kelompok B tidak pernah mengalahkan kelompok A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, beberapa orang dari kelompok B membuat gw kecewa dan sedih, tidak semua tentu, hanya beberapa orang. Dan tentu saja, fenomena kelompok A yang kebetulan ada buat gw, terjadi lagi. Selain kelompok A, ada satu kelompok lain yang sangat gw hargai dan kangeni sekarang. Kelompok ini sebenarnya masuk kelompok B, namun gw tidak lagi menggolongkannya sebagai kelompok B. Kelompok ini dinamakan kelompok buff. hahaha&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;* Terima kasih kelompok A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although you all may not realize it, but thanks for just being there&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:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true friend is someone who is there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Len Wein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-7953584344807100084?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7953584344807100084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7953584344807100084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7953584344807100084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7953584344807100084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/01/kelompok-kelompok-b.html' title='Kelompok A &amp; Kelompok B'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1910465037574012145</id><published>2009-01-13T14:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:18:34.512+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I deleted them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was the night when I couldn’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because my head couldn’t stop hurting me&lt;br /&gt;Because I had been too much crying&lt;br /&gt;That was the day when I erased friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I have been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was the day when I deleted them&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t want to make contact with them anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears fall, they're so easy to wipe off onto my sleeve, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how do I erase the stain from my heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-1910465037574012145?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1910465037574012145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1910465037574012145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1910465037574012145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1910465037574012145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-i-deleted-them.html' title='The day I deleted them'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7026138957941521445</id><published>2008-12-24T22:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:07:16.439+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas should begin with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the day you always wait since the last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;The day when you should look back at your own life and be thankful for everything&lt;br /&gt;The day when you should be joyful and happy, no matter what happen&lt;br /&gt;The day when all the people you love gather together&lt;br /&gt;The day you realize that you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;~ Taylor Caldwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;The day you realize how beautiful the Christmas tree in your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees are perfect!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Charles N. Barnard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you don’t care what your presents are, but you love them still no matter what &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Burton Hillis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when you don’t complain no matter how long the mass at church takes (at least I do)&lt;br /&gt;The day that feels like birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Because just like birthday, you don’t sleep the night before because you’re so excited for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Because you wait for every text message&lt;br /&gt;And you feel happy every time you get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when everyone should celebrate with people their love&lt;br /&gt;The moment when all the wounds heal and the anger go away&lt;br /&gt;The moment when family becomes family once again&lt;br /&gt;The moment when home is the best and the most beautiful place &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Christmas, all roads lead home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Marjorie Holmes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when you are thankful, even though you don’t have anything to be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;The moment when you dare to dream,&lt;br /&gt;And have faith that your dream will come true&lt;br /&gt;The moment when dream is more important than reality&lt;br /&gt;The moment when every place in this world seems peaceful, even though it’s not &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;~ Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when you can pray everything you’ve ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;The moment when you can be a little child again &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas is the keeping-place for memories of our innocence.&lt;br /&gt;~ Joan Mills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should say that Christmas should have a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;For everyone, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Merry Christmas everyone&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day&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/4214383441475705448-7026138957941521445?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7026138957941521445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7026138957941521445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7026138957941521445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7026138957941521445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-dream.html' title='Christmas Dream'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-3698280214296084737</id><published>2008-11-21T14:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:27:54.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p8'/><title type='text'>GENG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hampir setiap orang pasti pernah memiliki atau mendengar yang namanya geng, atau kelompok, atau &lt;em&gt;peer&lt;/em&gt;, dan berbagai macam istilah lainnya. Begitu juga dengan gw. Di sini gw ingin memperkenalkan beberapa geng yang gw kenal. Geng ini mempunyai nama yang luar biasa dashyatnya. Mau tau apa saja nama geng tersebut?? Berikut nama-nama geng yang pernah gw kenal, atau bahkan gw ikuti, beserta keterangan singkat tentangnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUFF (Back Up Friends Forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anggota: Anastasia Tannudjaja, Andrew Ignatius, Rosalina Jusnita, Yussi Yusnita&lt;br /&gt;Dibentuk pada saat bulan Juli 2008, nama terinspirasi dari sinetron &lt;em&gt;cookies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Keterangan lebih lanjut: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/buff_16.html"&gt;http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/buff_16.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; atau di notes facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BGF (Best Girls Forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anggota: (lupa karena terlalu banyak)&lt;br /&gt;Dibentuk pada saat kelas 1 SMP&lt;br /&gt;Mempunyai buku curhat dimana semua anggota harus menulis di buku tersebut dengan nama samaran.&lt;br /&gt;Geng ini pecah pada saat kelas 2 SMP. Entah apa yang memicu perpecahan geng ini. Walaupun geng ini tidak pernah terbentuk kembali, pada akhirnya semua mantan anggota BGF dapat berteman dengan baik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trio Bashie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anggota: Anastasia Junita, Anastasia Tannudjaja, Jessica Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;Dibentuk pada saat kelas 2 SMP, hanya untuk iseng dan bersenang-senang.&lt;br /&gt;Mempunyai buku curhat berwarna biru, yang berasal dari buku bekas, supaya sesuai dengan nama kami bashie (baca: basi). Trio Bashie menganggap bahwa bekas = basi.&lt;br /&gt;Mempunyai musuh boong-boongan bernama Trio Microwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trio Microwave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beranggotakan: Erica, Flora Yolanda, Ivetta Daniella&lt;br /&gt;Dibentuk pada saat kelas 2 SMP, untuk menyaingi keberadaan Trio Bashie.&lt;br /&gt;Dinamakan Trio Microwave, supaya dapat menghilangkan ke-bashie(baca:basi)-an. Trio Microwave mengganggap bahwa masuk microwave = tidak basi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell_Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beranggotakan: Charles Rendy, Dionisius Kenzo, Ray Raditya&lt;br /&gt;Dibentuk pada saat kelas 2 SMP. Entah apa tujuannya. Mungkin tujuannya untuk mengukuhkan diri sebagai geng terkenal dan paling ditakuti se-SMPK 8 BPK Penabur, atau bahkan se-Bintaro.&lt;br /&gt;Satu-satunya geng, yang saya kenal, yang mempunyai lambang, yaitu berupa gambar api dengan tulisan Hell_Fire (catatan penting: di antara Hell dan Fire harus ada &lt;em&gt;underscore&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Geng ini sangat terkenal di SMP saya. Bahkan, terdengar gosip dari sumber terpercaya bahwa mereka sempat mempunyai keinginan untuk membuat jaket Hell_Fire. Sayang keinginan itu tidak pernah terwujud sampai sekarang. Tetapi, anggota Hell_Fire harus tetap berbangga hati karena geng ini merupakan geng yang paling sering dibicarakan di lingkungan anak-anak SMP saya, bahkan sampai sekarang. Mengagumkan!&lt;br /&gt;Keterangan lebih lanjut: Hubungi Ray Raditya sebagai oknum yang diduga merupakan ketua Hell_Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means you move on and treasure the memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Alicia Boxer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-3698280214296084737?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/3698280214296084737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=3698280214296084737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3698280214296084737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3698280214296084737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/geng.html' title='GENG'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5876057166329081133</id><published>2008-11-16T12:39:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:46:31.640+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><title type='text'>BUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;”Kita bukan BFF. Kita kan BUFF”&lt;br /&gt;”Apaan tuh?”&lt;br /&gt;”Back Up Friend Forever”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah percakapan yang luar biasa norak yang terjadi di Bandung. Di saat itulah awal gw, Andrew, Rosa, dan Yussi menamakan diri kami sebagai BUFF. Dan inspirasi nama BUFF itu didapat dari sinetron cookies di SCTV berjudul &lt;em&gt;Best Friend Forever&lt;/em&gt; (BFF). Yap norak bukan?? LUAR BIASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUFF itu jelas berbeda dari BFF.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF tidak takut mengeluarkan kata-kata kasar, menghina atau mengkritik sesama BUFF.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF suka membicarakan orang lain. Biasanya kalau BUFF bertemu, kalimat pertama yang diucapkan adalah ”Lo ada gosip ga?” atau ”Eh tau ga...”.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF pelit dan perhitungan, apalagi untuk masalah uang.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF tidak akan menuntut seringnya pertemuan atau sesi curhatan hati.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF tidak suka kata ”terserah”. Kami egois.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF suka memanfaatkan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF merupakan teman melakukan hal jahat.&lt;br /&gt;BUFF benci Theresia dan orang yang terlalu Theresia, seperti THEFF (&lt;em&gt;Theresia Fans Forever&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;BUFF adalah teman cadangan. Apabila gw ga tau mau kemana malam minggu, gw langsung ngajak BUFF pergi. Yaa BUFF adalah teman yang akan gw ajak pergi kalau gw ga punya temen lain. Tapi &lt;em&gt;believe it or not&lt;/em&gt;, BUFF adalah teman SMA yang gw paling sering ketemu, dan mungkin teman SMA yang paling dekat sampai sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti sudah disebutkan, BUFF beranggotakan 4 orang, yaitu gw, Andrew, Rosa, Yussi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andrew Ignatius&lt;br /&gt;Orang satu-satunya laki-laki di BUFF.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang pertama kali ditempatkan guru untuk duduk semeja gw pas kelas 1 SMA.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang suka bertindak sok kaya.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang senang foto dan mendesain, namun tidak punya foto berpose normal.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang selalu pulang bersama Yussi yang rumahnya sama-sama di Sunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rosalina Jusnita&lt;br /&gt;Orang Cina dan Alay, alias Cinlay.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang bertotalitas saat karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang baru mengerti bahwa mendesain itu lewat&lt;em&gt; photoshop&lt;/em&gt;, dan bukannya lewat &lt;em&gt;Microsoft Word&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang selalu pulang pertama kali.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang menonton segala jenis &lt;em&gt;infotainment&lt;/em&gt;, dan dapat menceritakannya kembali dengan lengkap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yussi Yunita&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang mencetuskan nama BUFF, yang berarti dialah ratu norak.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang terkadang adang bisa ngotot agar orang lain mengikuti kemauannya, seperti misalnya Yussi tetap ngotot ingin memetik stroberi di Lembang walaupun tidak tau mau naik apa, dan kita sudah ditipu oleh supir angkot.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang menjadi teman seperjuangan gw: sama-sama mau kuliah di Unpar, cari tempat kos, sering nelponin bapak kos sampe si bapak sakit jantung, ga jadi kuliah di Unpar, kuliah di UI.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang sering mencari cara untuk mendapat tebengan.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang selalu pulang bersama Andrew yang rumahnya sama-sama di Sunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUFF adalah teman-teman yang bertemu saat SMA. Namun, justru kita bertambah lebih dekat setelah SMA. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ve been growing up together after highschool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dan kita bertumbuh bersama, berempat, ga lebih dan ga kurang. Orang-orang di luar kita ga &lt;em&gt;grow up&lt;/em&gt; sama kita sehingga sampai kapanpun BUFF tetap berempat, ga akan bertambah ataupun berkurang. &lt;strong&gt;BUFF selalu hanya beranggotakan Anastasia Tannudjaja, Andrew Ignatius, Rosalina Jusnita, dan Yussi Yunita&lt;/strong&gt;. BUFF emang teman cadangan. Teman yang dicari saat tidak punya teman lain. Tapi anehnya, BUFF sering gw cari. Hahaha. Yaa mungkin &lt;strong&gt;BUFF&lt;em&gt; is one of my best-est friends ever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya gw bisa aja mengakhiri cerita ini dengan kata-kata di atas, tapi mengakhiri kisah ini dengan indah, bukan BUFF banget. Jadi, BUFF akan selalu menjadi BUFF. &lt;em&gt;Back Up Friend Forever&lt;/em&gt;. Teman cadangan. Pendengar sekaligus pencaci maki terhebat. Perencana kejahatan terlicik. &lt;em&gt;SO DON’T MESS WITH BUFF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269125931353840690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SR-yHhclHDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ljWBhFsqQdQ/s320/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.&lt;br /&gt;~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-5876057166329081133?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5876057166329081133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5876057166329081133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5876057166329081133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5876057166329081133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/buff_16.html' title='BUFF'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SR-yHhclHDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ljWBhFsqQdQ/s72-c/DSC01166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-3307916414391948568</id><published>2008-11-14T22:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:56:17.387+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><title type='text'>High School Musical Is Not Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday we'll be looking back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories we've had,&lt;br /&gt;All the songs that we lived through! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best of times, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why leave them behind.&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t the rest of my life be like my high school musical, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who says we have to let it go? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the best part we've ever known,&lt;br /&gt;Step into the future! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll hold on to high school musical,&lt;br /&gt;Lets celebrate where we come from, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With friends who've been there all a long,&lt;br /&gt;Just like our high school, high school musical!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Until forever we'll always have high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of lyric from the last song of High School Musical 3. I had just watched the movie today. It’s not a -serious-oscar material- movie. But it’s still fun to watch. Kinda ridiculous though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the part of the movie that made me thought about high school?&lt;br /&gt;That part is when that last song, The High School Musical Song, was sung.&lt;br /&gt;And do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;It is because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t feel like that with my high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality isn’t the way you wish things to be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor the way they appear to be, but the way the actually are.&lt;br /&gt;- Robert J. Ringer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-3307916414391948568?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/3307916414391948568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=3307916414391948568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3307916414391948568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3307916414391948568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-school-musical-is-not-real.html' title='High School Musical Is Not Real'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-2686406238604719779</id><published>2008-11-09T18:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:43:01.405+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>in the end, all we need is yell guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di malam minggu tanggal 8 november 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertandingan telah selesai&lt;br /&gt;Lampu warna-warni telah menyorot&lt;br /&gt;Pertunjukkan telah dimulai&lt;br /&gt;Kamera telah dinyalakan&lt;br /&gt;Kaki telah berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Tangan telah diangkat ke atas&lt;br /&gt;Badan telah bergerak melompat kesana-kemari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun,&lt;br /&gt;Tetap tidak menghilangkan badan yang sudah lelah,&lt;br /&gt;Baju yang sudah basah oleh keringat,&lt;br /&gt;Pikiran yang sudah capek,&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan yang sudah bosan dan kesal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan,&lt;br /&gt;Kegelapan lebih,&lt;br /&gt;Kenyamanan pojok jalan,&lt;br /&gt;dan getaran jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;tidak dapat menghilangkan semuanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika lingkaran besar sudah dibentuk,&lt;br /&gt;Tangan sudah menyilang bergandengan,&lt;br /&gt;Badan bergerak ke kanan ke kiri,&lt;br /&gt;Hymne dinyanyikan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Satu rasa persaudaraan&lt;br /&gt;Satu dalam berkarya&lt;br /&gt;Membangun jiwa yang luhur&lt;br /&gt;Berbakti bagi sesama&lt;br /&gt;Dalam wadah persatuan&lt;br /&gt;Psikologi UI tercinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangan mengepal&lt;br /&gt;Badan membentuk posisi&lt;br /&gt;Jenderal menginstruksikan,&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, kaki menghentak,&lt;br /&gt;Bulungan mendengar,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Yell Guys dikumandangkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psi.. Psy.. Psy.. Psy..&lt;br /&gt;Cho.. Cho.. Cho..&lt;br /&gt;Psycho..&lt;br /&gt;Lo.. Lo.. Lo..&lt;br /&gt;Gy.. Gy.. Gy..&lt;br /&gt;Logy..&lt;br /&gt;Psychology..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akhirnya,&lt;br /&gt;Semua berteriak,&lt;br /&gt;seakan-akan lelah, basah, capek, bosan, kesal telah hilang&lt;br /&gt;Semua berpelukan,&lt;br /&gt;seakan-akan perjuangan bersama telah dibayar lunas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya,&lt;br /&gt;Hanya Yell Guys yang dibutuhkan,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menghilangkan semua kenangan buruk,&lt;br /&gt;dan mengukuhkan kenangan indah Piastro 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Link foto : &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44535&amp;amp;l=67671&amp;amp;id=568694806"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44535&amp;amp;l=67671&amp;amp;id=568694806&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/4214383441475705448-2686406238604719779?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/2686406238604719779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=2686406238604719779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2686406238604719779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2686406238604719779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-end-all-we-need-is-yell-guys.html' title='in the end, all we need is yell guys'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6725945860568992796</id><published>2008-11-05T21:00:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:27:05.749+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>favourite scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmlsNOk5bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CU5KOWddWzo/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262919818442761650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmlsNOk5bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CU5KOWddWzo/s200/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Book: Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Author: Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;Chapter: 20&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Edward Cullen proposed to Isabella Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Do you mind if I do something?” he murmured, his arms tightening around me.&lt;br /&gt;“Anything you want.”&lt;br /&gt;But he let me go and slid away.&lt;br /&gt;“Anything but that,” I complained.&lt;br /&gt;He ignored me, taking my hand and pulling me off the bed, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He stood in front of me, hands on my shoulders, face serious.“Now, I want to do this right. Please, please, keep in mind that you’ve already agreed to this, and don’t ruin it for me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, no,” I gasped as he slid down onto one knee.&lt;br /&gt;“Be nice,” he muttered.&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;“Isabella Swan?” He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. “I promise to love you forever — every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”&lt;br /&gt;There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, “Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you,” he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmmFfcbeNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/M752TaXirbU/s1600-h/harry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262920252829432018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmmFfcbeNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/M752TaXirbU/s200/harry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Book: Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;Author: J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Chapter: epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene: Harry Potter to his son, Albus Severus, on his fears of being sorted into Slytherin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if I'm in Slytherin?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the moment of departure could have forced Albus to reveal how great and sincere that fear was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry crouched down so that Albus's face was slightly above his own. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone of Harry's three children, Albus had inherited Lily's eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I knew."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmnOyGi8ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/pFfbveoF2uc/s1600-h/snapedumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262921511968371090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmnOyGi8ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/pFfbveoF2uc/s200/snapedumble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Book: Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;Author: J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Chapter: 33&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore discuss Harry Potter's fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"So the boy…the boy must die?" asked Snape quite calmly.&lt;br /&gt;"And Voldemort himself must &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;do it, Severus. That is essential."&lt;br /&gt;Another long silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then Snape said, "I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thought…all those years…that we were protecting him for her. For Lily."&lt;br /&gt;"We have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength," said Dumbledore, his eyes still tight shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Meanwhile, the connection between them grows ever stronger, a parasitic growth. Sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself. If I know him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort."&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore opened his eyes. Snape looked horrified.&lt;br /&gt;"You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lately, only those whom I could not save," said Snape. He stood up.&lt;br /&gt;"You have used me."&lt;br /&gt;"Meaning?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter – "&lt;br /&gt;"But this is touching, Severus," said Dumbledore seriously.&lt;br /&gt;"Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?"&lt;br /&gt;"For him?" shouted Snape.&lt;br /&gt;"Expecto Patronum!"&lt;br /&gt;From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;"After all this time?"&lt;br /&gt;"Always," said Snape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmoBxTtSjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B2G3NOXAZl0/s1600-h/harrypot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262922387928468018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmoBxTtSjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B2G3NOXAZl0/s200/harrypot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Book: Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;Author: J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Chapter: 36&lt;br /&gt;Scene:Harry Potter talked to Voldermort about Severus Snape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Snape's Patronus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; was a doe”, said Harry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ the same as my mother's”, because he loved her for nearly all of his life from the time when they were children. You should have realized", he said as he saw Voldemort’s nostrils flare, “he asked you to spare her life, didn’t he?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmo--QB-wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ka1OGVwtfA4/s1600-h/bfmade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262923439374727938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmo--QB-wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ka1OGVwtfA4/s200/bfmade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Film: Made of Honor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thomas Bailey: Look. Hannah. I pride myself with being honest with everybody. But there's somebody I've been lying to for a very long time. Myself. Because the truth it's... It's scary. And 10 years ago I got in bed with the wrong girl. She turned out to be the right one. I love you, Hannah. I always have. And I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hannah: Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Bailey, you are the worst Maid of Honor of all time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmoPif7NUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r68lMpj59uc/s1600-h/aadc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262922624471348546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmoPif7NUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r68lMpj59uc/s200/aadc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Film: Ada Apa dengan Cinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perempuan datang atas nama cinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bunda pergi karena cinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Digenangi air racun jingga adalah wajahmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seperti bulan lelap tidur di hatimu yang berdinding kelam dan kedinginan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ada apa dengannya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Meninggalkan hati untuk dicaci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lalu sekali ini aku melihat karya surga dari mata seorang hawa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ada apa dengan cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tapi aku pasti akan kembali dalam satu purnama untuk mempertanyakan kembali cintanya.. Bukan untuknya, bukan untuk siapa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tapi untukku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Karena aku ingin kamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itu saja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmoad0rzII/AAAAAAAAAIg/qlhcWiQxpWY/s1600-h/burke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262922812194802818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmoad0rzII/AAAAAAAAAIg/qlhcWiQxpWY/s200/burke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TV Show: Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Season: 3&lt;br /&gt;Episode: 24 (Testing 1-2-3)&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Preston Burke’s vow to Christina Yang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Addison: You nervous? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Burke: No, not really. More excited. Well, except about my vows. I wrote them myself. And I don’t know. They may be too…I want them to be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Addison: Well, let’s hear ‘em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Burke: Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Addison: You got a room full of women. Try 'em out on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Burke (after a pause): Cristina, I could promise...to hold you, and to cherish you. I can promise to be there in sickness and in health. I could say, ‘til death do us part. But I won’t. Those vows are for optimistic couples. The ones full of hope. And I do not stand here, on my wedding day, optimistic or full of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Addison: Okay, umm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Burke: I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. And I know... that I’m a heart man. I take it apart, I put ‘em together, I hold them in my hands. I am a heart man. So this, I am sure: you are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart, my heart, beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this: I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands. I promise you me. (Addison sighs) Too trite? Because I can rewrite it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Izzie (teary-eyed): No. No, it’s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Addison: I think I speak for every woman in this room when I say, dump her. Dump Yang and marry me. (everyone laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmozrBjs9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/0EJmlVc0kiQ/s1600-h/bailey+izzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262923245235188690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmozrBjs9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/0EJmlVc0kiQ/s200/bailey+izzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TV Show: Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Season: 4&lt;br /&gt;Episode: 17 (Freedom Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Miranda Bailey gave Izzie Stevens the clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bailey: I'm giving you the clinic.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzie: What?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bailey: I've seen the bigger picture. I love the clinic. I love what it means. I love what it is. But I don't love it as much as I love surgery. I don't love it as much as I love being Chief Resident. I don't love it as much as I love my husband and my child. I've seen the bigger picture and I can't do everything and still have everything. So, I have to let some pieces go. This piece-this is your piece. I've watched you earn this piece the hard way, the awful way. Knowing that I can give the clinic to someone like you-you have grown into a fine doctor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzie Stevens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzie: Thank you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bailey: The Denny Duquette Memorial clinic is in your hands. Make me proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6725945860568992796?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6725945860568992796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6725945860568992796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6725945860568992796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6725945860568992796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/favourite-scenes.html' title='favourite scenes'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQmlsNOk5bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CU5KOWddWzo/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-8155766283738586014</id><published>2008-11-02T01:00:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:09:17.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p8'/><title type='text'>P8 Moment No.#1</title><content type='html'>* &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kejadian ini berlangsung 4 tahun yang lalu. Pembicaraan detilnya gw lupa. Tapi kurang lebih seperti berikut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempat: Kelas 3B&lt;br /&gt;Tokoh: Bu Brati (guru PPKN) dan anak-anak 3B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Ketika pelajaran PPKN sudah selesai)&lt;br /&gt;Bu Brati: (sambil berjalan menuju pintu kelas untuk keluar) ”&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Itu kok tembok belakang kotor ya? Itu bekas sepatu? Kalian yang buat???? Saya akan laporkan ke Pak Edi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (wali kelas 3B yang terkenal killer mennnn)!!”&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak kelas 3B: (terdiam sambil liat-liatan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu Brati berjalan keluar....&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak kelas 3B: (semua berdiri dan panik) ”&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gimana nih? Gimana donk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... Uh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We're in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Somethings come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And its burst our bubble ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;(Trouble – Shampoo&lt;em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Intinya semua panik. Emang tembok belakang penuh dengan bercak sepatu karena dengan tololnya anak-anak cowo suka nendang-nendang tuh tembok secara sengaja. Semua berpikir mencari penyelesaian masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba....&lt;br /&gt;Salah seorang anak 3B (gw lupa siapa) nyoba ngapus tuh bercak sepatu pake penghapus pensil biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dan jeng jeng jeng,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dia berteriak: ”&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EHH BISA BISA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung saat detik itu juga,&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak kelas 3B: (ngambil penghapus masing-masing, ke dinding belakang, dan ngapus bercak tersebut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Salah satu anak 3B: ”&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh cepetan, ntar Pak Edi keburu dateng. Gw jagain deh depan pintu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak kelas 3B: (menghapus dengan lebih giat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untungnya, pekerjaan menghapus itu terselesaikan dengan baik sebelum wali kelas gw datang. Tidak ada yang dimarahi dan semua senang deh. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQqSAQtGaoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pyvpYXAg0fQ/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263179647717632642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQqSAQtGaoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pyvpYXAg0fQ/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQqSuq9SGqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gC5_PiTNGDk/s1600-h/erase.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263180445038811810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQqSuq9SGqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gC5_PiTNGDk/s320/erase.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;That's why there is an eraser on every pencil.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/em&gt; Japanese proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-8155766283738586014?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/8155766283738586014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=8155766283738586014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8155766283738586014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8155766283738586014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/11/p8-moment-no1.html' title='P8 Moment No.#1'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SQqSAQtGaoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pyvpYXAg0fQ/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1400440613052760631</id><published>2008-10-29T20:20:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:22:11.703+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Minutes in Abhimata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tugas Psikologi Perkembangan :&lt;br /&gt;Melihat perkembangan menggambar orang pada anak umur 4,5 – 5 tahun"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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;Ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh! Percaya atau tidak, ini tugas tuh ribet! Kayaknya sih gampang-gampang aja. Tinggal cari anak, terus minta dia gambar deh. Tapi ternyata ga sesimpel itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini tugas kelompok, dan tiap anggota kelompok itu harus mencari 3 orang anak. Karena kelompok gw ada 5 orang, maka kita wajib cari 15 orang anak. Sampe kemaren pagi, kelompok gw baru dapet 6 orang anak! Sucks kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren pagi gw sama Keisha mondar-mandir ke TK Pembangunan Jaya dan TK Kasih Ananda untuk minta ijin ngambil data di situ. Tapi ternyata ga boleh. Ya uda kita pasrah aja dan menerima dengan lapang dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus pas siang gitu, Keisha harus ke kampus karena ada urusan. Ya uda gw pulang ke rumah. Tapi gw ga tenang banget soalnya ini tugas sama sekali belom selesai, padahal Kamis harus dikumpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, tiba-tiba gw berpikir, ”apa gw ke &lt;strong&gt;Panti Asuhan Abhimata&lt;/strong&gt; aja?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temen gw, Manda, pernah nyaranin untuk nyari anak di situ aja. Waktu itu gw nolak, soalnya dalam tugas ini gw butuh data-data soal kelahiran anak itu dan pekerjaan orang tua. Sedangkan, anak-anak panti asuhan biasanya ga tau itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ini uda mepet semepet-mepetnya. Ya uda akhirnya gw telpon Manda, dan gw langsung minta tolong Manda nemenin gw ke panti asuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw rencana ga lama-lama di panti. Rencana gw tuh minta anak-anak gambar, terus pulang. &lt;em&gt;That’s it&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untungnya pas gw tiba di sana, pengurus pantinya sangat &lt;em&gt;cooperative&lt;/em&gt; banget banget banget. Gw langsung disuruh masuk, boleh maen sama anak-anaknya, dan nolongin gw ngomong ke anak-anaknya buat gambar. Dan semua itu boleh dilakukan tanpa surat ijin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata gw di panti ga se-sebentar yang gw rencanakan. Gw cukup seneng di sana. Awalnya gw liat anak-anak yang masih bayi. Lucu-lucu banget. Bahkan, ada 1 anak, namanya &lt;strong&gt;Steven&lt;/strong&gt;, umurnya masih 7 bulan, yang gendut, lucu, dan ngegemesin banget. Duh pokoknya menggoda hati banget deh buat gendong dia. Tapi karena gw belom pernah gendong bayi, yaa gw ga berani. Si Manda aja yang gendong dia. Tapi sumpah lucu banget anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw juga sempet liat anak-anak umur 2 tahunan. Mereka keliatan normal dan sangat terurus. Bahkan ada yang cantik dan ganteng. Anak-anaknya pun pada nurut-nurut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus gw juga sempet ke lantai duanya. Di sana tempat anak umur 4 tahun ke atas. Di situ, gw minta anak-anak umur 4,5 – 5 tahun untuk gambar. Mereka sangat mudah diajak kerja sama. Ga rewel, ga liar, ga bandel. Pokoknya &lt;em&gt;cooperative&lt;/em&gt; banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak paling tua di panti asuhan tersebut namanya &lt;strong&gt;Debby&lt;/strong&gt;. Dia anak kelas 6 SD di St. Ursula (Sanur) BSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow jujur gw kaget banget denger dia sekolah dimana. Sekolah paling gw benci di seluruh dunia. Hahaha. Tapi setelah gw pikir-pikir, gw agak merasa kagum juga sama Sanur yang mau nerima anak panti asuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain Debby, ga ada lagi anak seumur dia. Jadi, gw dan Manda ngeliatnya kasian karena dia ga punya temen maen sepantaran di panti. Dan gw sangat kasian karena si Debby ini kan uda mau SMP, tapi dia ga tau mau SMP dimana, karena bukan dia yang nentuin SMPnya dimana. Kalau kata pengurus di sana, kemungkinan Debby harus pindah panti karena selama ini belum ada anak SMP tinggal di panti itu. Gw terenyuh banget. Debby ga bisa milih dia mau sekolah dan tinggal dimana. Padahal coba kita liat gw atau temen-temen gw, kita semua bebas sebebas-bebasnya boleh pilih mau sekolah dimana. Dari dulu gw emang tipe orang yang sangat mendukung kebebasan anak memilih sekolah. Dan ngeliat Debby ga bisa ngelakuin itu, bener-bener ngebuat gw ”jeppp” banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda pun sangat iba sama Debby, namun dengan alasan utama yang berbeda. Kalau gw, lebih karena Debby ga bebas milih mau sekolah dan tinggal mana. Sedangkan, Manda iba karena Debby pasti uda sadar kalau dia anak yatim piatu, dan itu pasti ngebuat Debby merasa minder atau semacamnya lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas Manda ngomong gitu, gw mikir, ”Iya juga sih yaa”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebayang ga sih, anak panti asuhan sekolah di sekolah normal, yang hampir semua anaknya punya orangtua, bisa jalan-jalan, bisa ini-itu, dan lain-lain. Sedangkan, anak panti itu ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kata Manda, ”Debby uda tau dunia”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga kayak anak-anak yang masih bayi, atau masih kecil. Debby uda sadar kalau dia ga punya orangtua, dan tinggal di panti asuhan. Gw ga kebayang kalau gw ada di posisi Debby. Ga kebayang banget. Puji Tuhan banget, gw punya orangtua. Dan gw ga pernah kebayang, gw kehilangan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas kita mau pulang, Manda sempet nanya ke pengurus situ, ”Boleh ga kapan-kapan kita ngajak jalan Debby?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengurus situ nyaranin kita untuk minta ijin ke kepala pengurus panti asuhan. Kita dikasi nomor telepon kepala pengurus itu. &lt;em&gt;Well&lt;/em&gt;, mungkin aja kan suatu hari nanti, gw sama Manda merealisasikan niat kita tadi, ngajak jalan Debby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw pun yakin banget suatu hari gw akan balik ke panti asuhan Abhimata itu. Panti asuhan Abhimata adalah panti asuhan ketiga yang pernah gw datangin seumur hidup gw. Jujur, ini panti asuhan yang punya anak-anak paling penurut dan bisa diajak kerja sama. Gw &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; dan seneng di situ. Gw pasti balik ke situ. Harus. Hahaha. Dan siapa tau, di kunjungan kedua gw nanti, gw uda berani gendong Steven. Siapa tau??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melihat anak-anak Panti Asuhan Abhimata pun membuat gw merasa sangat amat &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt;. Gw berterima kasih banget dikasi keluarga, dan terpenting, dikasi kebebasan untuk memilih.&lt;br /&gt;Bagi gw, walaupun anak-anak di sana ga punya orangtua, ga tau siapa orangtua mereka, atau ga kenal orangtua mereka, mereka tetap punya keluarga. Anak-anak dan pengurus panti itu membuat sebuah keluarga. Well, mereka mungkin ga dikasi keluarga normal dengan ayah dan ibu, namun mereka bangun sendiri keluarga itu. Mereka menjadi saudara bagi sesama mereka di sana. Bahkan mungkin, mereka lebih bahagia dengan keluarga seperti itu, daripada orang-orang yang punya keluarga lengkap namun keluarga tersebut tidak terasa seperti keluarga. &lt;em&gt;Not every family is felt like family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.&lt;br /&gt;~Erma Bombeck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sana pun gw sempet berpikir tentang &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt;. Mimpi. Gw pernah nulis tentang hal ini di sini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html"&gt;http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;atau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=90205355220"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=90205355220&lt;/a&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di situ gw bilang kalau gw ngerasa ga punya mimpi. Pas di panti itu, gw baru berpikir. Mungkin mencari mimpi, atau menyadari mimpi yang mungkin ternyata uda ada, bukan hanya dilakukan dengan melihat ke atas, tapi juga ke bawah. Bukan hanya melihat ke masa depan, melainkan juga ke masa lalu.&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;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;Tugas ini akan dikumpulkan besok. &lt;em&gt;Wish me luck&lt;/em&gt;. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Terima kasih buat Manda, yang uda nemenin gw ke Panti Asuhan Abhimata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;dan terutama, buat tujuh orang anak Panti Asuhan Abhimata, yang gw mintain gambarnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(Beky, David, Viona, Wilzon, Dion, Edo, Davina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Desmond Tutu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-1400440613052760631?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1400440613052760631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1400440613052760631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1400440613052760631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1400440613052760631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/10/minutes-in-abhimata.html' title='Minutes in Abhimata'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-750361293610772011</id><published>2008-10-27T07:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:06:17.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn long night</title><content type='html'>Damn I can’t even sleep&lt;br /&gt;I forgot when the last time I couldn’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since my last insomnia shit.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m not thinking about anything,&lt;br /&gt;except this undeniable pain,&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;This pain is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Then, I take the pill&lt;br /&gt;But still the pain does not go away&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting and waiting through the night&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even lay my head down and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even have a nice relaxing sit with my head against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;Hours is passing by&lt;br /&gt;Night fades, morning appears&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but sure, the pain also fades&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Take a full night to disappear the pain&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;Fvck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* I made this last night. I didn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to."&lt;br /&gt;~F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-750361293610772011?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/750361293610772011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=750361293610772011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/750361293610772011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/750361293610772011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/10/damn-long-night.html' title='damn long night'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1507557250540524215</id><published>2008-10-24T18:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:19:17.512+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>The Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the songs I desperately want the man I love "which I haven't met. yet" to sing to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing but Love - by Trading Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A perfect day is everyday I'm spending my life with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't explain how I fall in love with everything that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God sure must like me more than I ever knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I could never ask for more from love and life than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I'm lost in the grace of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To fall in your love is a place I could spend my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know we could take on the world; just you and me, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With nothing but love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And seeing you is seeing how you're making my life so complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And knowing you will share all your joy and pain and laughter with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God sure must like me more than I ever knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I could never ask for more from love and life than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I'm lost in the grace of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To fall in your love is a place I could spend my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know we could take on the world; just you and me, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With nothing but love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if the sky would fall down and crash into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know that I will still have you, baby, and you will still have me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that's all we'll need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I'm lost in the grace of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To fall in your love is a place I could spend my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I'm lost in the grace of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To fall in your love is a place I could spend my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know we could take on the world; just you and me, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With nothing but love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With nothing but love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Masih (Sahabatku Kekasihku) - by Ada Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rasa cinta, yang dulu t'lah hilang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kini berseri kembali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T'lah kau coba lupakan dirinya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hapus cerita lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dan lihatlah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dirimu bagai bunga di musim semi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yang tersenyum menatap indahnya dunia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yang seiring menyambut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jawaban sgala gundahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walau badai menghadang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ingatlahku kan slalu setia menjagamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Berdua kita lewati jalan yang berliku tajam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setiap waktu, wajahmu yang lugu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;slalu bayangi langkahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Telah lama menanti dirimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tempat ku kan berlabuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cah'ya hatiku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yakinlah kekal abadi selamanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seperti bintang yang sinarnya terangi sluruh ruang di jiwa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;membawa kedamaian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walau badai menghadang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ingatlahku kan slalu setia menjagamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Berdua kita lewati jalan yang berliku tajam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Resah yang kau rasakan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kan jadi bagian hidupku bersama mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Letakkanlah segala lara di pundakku ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonder when someone will sing it to me. hmm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear''&lt;/em&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/4214383441475705448-1507557250540524215?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1507557250540524215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1507557250540524215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1507557250540524215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1507557250540524215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/10/song.html' title='The Song'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-3313840982204948025</id><published>2008-10-12T19:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:02:11.539+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhh. Pertanyaan yang selalu membuat gw muter otak dan selalu pula membuat gw menjawab “Mungkin!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mungkin nggak”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;"Those who lose dreaming are lost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh gw ga pernah ngerasa punya mimpi. Bukan mimpi waktu tidur. Tapi mimpi dalam hidup. Mimpi yang membuat seseorang mengerahkan segala kemampuan yang dia punya untuk mencapai mimpi itu, tujuan itu, harapan itu, passion itu. Gw ga pernah punya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih ada beberapa hal yang gw KIRA mimpi gw:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lulus dari SMA Theresia (Ini mah konsekuensi yang gw pilih karena masuk tuh sekolah)&lt;br /&gt;2. S1 Psikologi (itu mah WAJIB HUKUMNYA!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Menikah (gw bahkan blom yakin bisa ngambil komitmen sebesar itu. Brarti itu bukan mimpi, karena mimpi itu pasti, yakin)&lt;br /&gt;4. Jadi pramugari SQ (gw blom yakin bener-bener pengen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah dari semua list di atas, gw aja bisa ngeliat bahwa ga ada satu pun cita-cita gw yang merupakan mimpi gw. Bagi gw, cita-cita dan mimpi itu beda. Cita-cita tuh lebih suatu keinginan untuk jadi apa. Misalnya, cita-cita mau jadi akuntan, cita-cita mau jadi psikolog, cita-cita mau punya rumah besar, dan lain-lain. Tapi cita-cita ya uda sampai situ aja. That’s it! Ga ada &lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; dalamnya. Mimpi itu beda. Mimpi itu punya &lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; yang membuat seseorang rela melakukan apapun seumur hidupnya demi mendapat mimpi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;"Dreams make miracles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cita-cita menyangkut hal yang masih mungkin dilakukan. Sedangkan, mimpi membuat seseorang melakukan keajaiban dengan mengubah hal yang tidak mungkin menjadi mungkin. Mimpi mampu melakukan hal-hal seperti tertera pada lirik lagu I Have a Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a dream, a fantasy. To help me through reality… Pushing through the darkness still another mile… You can take the future even if you fail…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe" (Anatole France)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mimpi terwujud ketika Bu Muslimah menjadi guru (novel/film Laskar Pelangi), mimpi terwujud ketika Chick Benetto bertemu lagi dengan ibunya (novel For One More Day), mimpi terwujud ketika Bella Swan hidup bahagia dengan Edward Cullen (novel Breaking Dawn). Mimpi terwujud ketika seseorang rela menghabiskan hidupnya di detik itu, detik ketika mimpinya terwujud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini juga bedanya dengan cita-cita. Cita-cita selalu berkembang. Misalnya cita-cita jadi sarjana ekonomi. Trus ntar berkembang cita-cita kerja sebagai akuntan, lalu sebagai manajer, lalu sebagai bos. Cita-cita punya uang banyak, rumah besar, dan seterusnya. Cita-cita tidak membuat seseorang rela menghabiskan seluruh hidupnya di detik ketika cita-citanya terwujud. Beda seperti mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu apa yang terjadi ketika seseorang mendapatkan mimpinya? Well gw ga bisa jawab. Seperti yang gw bilang, gw ga punya mimpi. Dan fakta bahwa gw ga punya mimpi membuat gw&lt;em&gt; freak out&lt;/em&gt;. Ketakutan. Gw ga punya mimpi di umur gw yang 19 tahun. Di umur gw yang menjelang 20 tahun. Di tahap akhir dari &lt;em&gt;adolescence&lt;/em&gt;, dimana kalau menurut tahap perkembangan merupakan tahap gw harusnya menemukan &lt;em&gt;identity&lt;/em&gt;. Tahap dimana gw harusnya menemukan mimpi gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang, 6 bulan menjelang 20 tahun, gw masih ga dapet itu. Well emang sih kadang gw ngerasa punya mimpi. Tapi gw tau itu bukan mimpi. &lt;em&gt;It just feels like one&lt;/em&gt;. Itu hanya cita-cita. Kadang gw ngerasa gw emang ga punya mimpi tentang diri gw karena mimpi gw akan terwujud saat mimpi orang-orang yang gw sayangi terwujud. Tapi gw, lo, dan semua orang pun tau, &lt;em&gt;I’m not that saint&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi lebih baik secepatnya gw menemukan mimpi itu. Gw ga tau apakah gw harus mencari. Tapi nyari dimana pula? Di rumah? Kampus? Mall? Jalanan? Dimana? Atau mungkin gw harus mengenang masa lalu untuk menemukan mimpi gw? Atau gw cuma harus diam dan nanti tiba-tiba “Poppp!! Gw dapet mimpi!”? Atau sebenarnya gw uda punya mimpi tapi gw belum menyadarinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(Mary Manin Morrisey)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw ga tau. Gw sama sekali ga tau. Tapi gw desperately mengharapkan punya mimpi karena gw perlu itu. Gw perlu tujuan hidup. Gw perlu tau kemana gw harus melangkah. Gw perlu tau apa yang mau gw lakukan. Jujur sampai hari ini gw ga tau. Dan rasanya gw uda mulai capek cuma mengikuti arus kehidupan aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Dreams are necessary to life" (Anias Nin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256247734302706258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SPHxdy6QilI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wWV36mfG7CU/s320/plyr-kick-sky.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No one should negotiate their dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams must be free to fly high. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should never agree to surrender your dreams" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesse Jackson)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4214383441475705448-3313840982204948025?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/3313840982204948025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=3313840982204948025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3313840982204948025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/3313840982204948025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='DREAM'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SPHxdy6QilI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wWV36mfG7CU/s72-c/plyr-kick-sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-9039787765081472377</id><published>2008-09-28T01:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:53:12.358+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Why Laskar Pelangi is a "must watch movie"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched Laskar Pelangi two days ago. This movie is based on a book which has the same title (Laskar Pelangi) and was written by Andrea Hirata. I have read the book. Therefore, I really wanted to watch the movie. Well, I’m glad I have already watched. For you who haven’t watched it, I suggest you to watch it immediately. This movie is really worth it. For you who don’t want to watch it, I recommend you to change your mind. I tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why Laskar Pelangi is a “must watch movie”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Laskar Pelangi is based on true story. This real life story is so unbelievable and full of miracle.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Some of the scenes are touching. These scenes make people have tears in their eyes. When I see those scenes, I can’t even imagine that this is actually a real story. The scenes are actually happened in the real life. It is really happened to some people. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Most of cast members are new actors and actresses. So you will see new refreshing faces. Although they’re new, they have great acting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Many beautiful views in the movie. I don’t really know where the location of the movie is. But once I heard this movie shoots in Belitong (the same place as the real story happened). Well no matter where it is, it is really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. There are some funny parts in the movie, which can make you say “It’s cheesy!”, but still make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. You don't have to read the book before watching the movie. But still, I recommend you to read the book because it is a great book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. The ending is not as sad as the book. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. This is the first movie I ever watch which makes the entire people in the cinema give applause at the end of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Many other reasons. Every single reason that makes people want to watch great movie. Every single reason that makes people say “This movie is awesome!”, or “This movie is one of the best!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250765799917441714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 402px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SN53rN7ZUrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kdcm-Yg26OE/s320/Rainbow9.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“….&lt;br /&gt;laskar pelangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;takkan terikat waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bebaskan mimpimu di angkasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;raih bintang di jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;menarilah dan terus tertawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;walau dunia tak seindah surga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bersukurlah pada yang kuasa&lt;br /&gt;….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(from soundtrack of Laskar Pelangi – by Nidji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-9039787765081472377?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/9039787765081472377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=9039787765081472377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/9039787765081472377'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-5800971507719211183</id><published>2008-09-21T21:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:56:07.344+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><title type='text'>untuk teman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;buat Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;sampai jumpa tahun depan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;gw akan kehilangan banget temen "pipis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;hiks. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;semoga kita kayak gini terus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;wish you all the best. always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-5800971507719211183?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/5800971507719211183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=5800971507719211183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5800971507719211183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/5800971507719211183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/09/untuk-teman.html' title='untuk teman'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-9074300134244381516</id><published>2008-09-05T23:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:18:57.902+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><title type='text'>What Happened On One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 hal yang didapatkan ataupun yang terjadi selama 1 minggu pertama kuliah di tahun kedua ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Foto-foto hari pertama kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Hari-hari yang excited dan teman-teman yang masih menyenangkan. Namun sangat melelahkan karena mengharuskan gw untuk bangun pagi dan pulang sore. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Untungnya semua dosen yang gw dapet asik-asik aja. SENANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Tugas-tugas menyebalkan, dengan rincian sebagai berikut&lt;br /&gt;- tugas poster psikologi pendidikan&lt;br /&gt;- tugas metodologi penelitian dan statistik&lt;br /&gt;- tugas dan presentasi PIO&lt;br /&gt;- dan tugas-tugas lainnya yang gw sangat yakin masih menunggu di depan mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Jadwal kuis psikologi perkembangan yang ternyata dimulai minggu depan!!! Dan akan berlangsung setiap minggu selama 1 semester! Taik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Repotnya dan malasnya mencari buku-buku kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Adanya rapat psycamp, dengan keputusan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mengharuskan gw setiap selasa selama bulan puasa pulang malam. ARGHH"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Uang jajan yang semakin menipis, sampe-sampe gw harus ngutang ketoprak dan soto mie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Junior 2008 yang membuat gw iri ingin menjadi junior lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Kesadaran bahwa gw belum pernah bertemu PA, padahal seharusnya sebagai mahasiswi yang baik gw uda menghadap PA dari kapan-kapan tau. Tapi karena ketakutan gw dan temen-temen gw, sampe hari ini kita belum bertemu. Bodoooooo ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Kesadaran bahwa tidak adanya Aditia Nakan di kelas, yang menyebabkan terhambatnya proses menitip absen di kelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) Sulitnya tidak berpuasa di bulan puasa. Sulit makan dan minum sebebasnya. Dan terutama, sulit mencari teman yang tidak berpuasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-9074300134244381516?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/9074300134244381516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=9074300134244381516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/9074300134244381516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/9074300134244381516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-happened-on-one-week.html' title='What Happened On One Week'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-2517964490252087426</id><published>2008-09-04T18:07:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:13:59.359+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><title type='text'>060608 &amp; 010908</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Most of our life is a series of images. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They pass us by like towns on the highway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;06.06.08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;last day of first year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242122733735405330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL_C2jVMZxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/COqoo9-rnnE/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;01.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;first day of second year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242124514460462738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL_EeNDIbpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WmoVShkK-QM/s320/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/4214383441475705448-2517964490252087426?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/2517964490252087426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=2517964490252087426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2517964490252087426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2517964490252087426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/09/060608-010908.html' title='060608 &amp; 010908'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL_C2jVMZxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/COqoo9-rnnE/s72-c/DSC00297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-4626407863031441387</id><published>2008-09-03T13:25:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:49:05.678+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>MY HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Bali 28 Juni - 5 Juli 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241680333273415298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL4wfdLpvoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q3ViU_tjkrg/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Ulang Tahun Rere 9 Juli 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241692020052765154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL47Ht0-qeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-xeC_pk25dw/s320/n801139671_575377_4151.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Bandung 18 - 20 Juli 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241683743190141650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL4zl8HJytI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GxVhAKPXHkU/s320/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; --------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Reuni SD 8 Agustus 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241691666720695106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL46zJkDI0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/XA9MLcFnhY4/s320/n797303867_1115598_7594.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; --------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Jemput Jane 9 Agustus 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241691297638230386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL46dqn7qXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3IyzdPFFZwI/s320/n549258159_761658_6590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Reuni OSIS dadakan 16 Agustus 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241692426251543522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL47fXCUI-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1LyXYbnZg_c/s320/n549258159_769263_3172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Garage Sale Psiko UI 22 Agustus 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241693217232761122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL48NZq7sSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BN-m6Kkm6UQ/s320/PIC_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Camping 23-24 Agustus 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241695839479270530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL4-mCTODII/AAAAAAAAAFE/aQs6oPZc6tM/s320/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Bandung 27-28 Agustus 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241689799639911234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL45GeJTS0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/n2-Tha1heG8/s320/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps : more photos in my facebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&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/4214383441475705448-4626407863031441387?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/4626407863031441387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=4626407863031441387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4626407863031441387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4626407863031441387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-holiday.html' title='MY HOLIDAY'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SL4wfdLpvoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q3ViU_tjkrg/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6923466737838306229</id><published>2008-09-03T13:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:14:26.107+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>190708 : Bandung day 2 (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.07.08 (continue)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* HOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehabis bersial ria, kita pengen pulang dulu ke hotel. Soalnya badan rasanya capek dan ngantuk banget. Ya uda tuh kita cari taksi donk. Sesampainya di hotel, ternyata kita baru sadar kalau nih taksi ga pake argo!! Dan dia minta bayaran mahal! Gw lupa berapa. Pokoknya mahal. TAI! Kita pun nawar sampe 25ribu kalo ga salah. Untungnya sopir taksi ”yang kayak eek ini” mau. Gila gila gila banyak banget kesialan kita hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas di hotel si Yussi tidur, Rosa bengong, gw dan Andrew maen UNO. Nyampah deh di hotel. Trus si Nathan datang deh ke hotel. Emang kita suru dia datang biar lebih rame. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurang lebih 1 jam sejak kita tiba di hotel, ternyata anak-anak theresia laen, yang ke bandung juga hari itu, tiba di hotel. Kita emang samaan hotelnya. Jujur saat itu kita agak malas bertemu dengan mereka. Ga tau kenapa. Mungkin karena keramean aja. Tapi ya sudahlah. Akhirnya kita saling sapa-menyapa. Hahaha. Di situ ada Amel, Luke, Sheila, Rangga, Bonar, Kodi, Christy, Bojan, William. Dan nanti akan menyusul Icha dan Adhit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kedatangan mereka, kita agak diuntungkan juga karena kita bisa nebeng. Maklum mereka bawa mobil, sedangkan kita ga. Dan kita pun uda kapok tertipu taksi dan angkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*RIAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah siap-siap segala macam, kita semua mutusin untuk ke Blind Cafe di Ciwalk. Tapi gw, Andrew, Rosa, Yussi pengen ketemu temen kita, Elsa, dulu di deket-deket jalan Riau. Akhirnya, kita misah dulu gitu. Kita berempat ketemu Elsa dulu. Nah sisanya mereka semua entah kemana. Pokoknya ntar ketemuan di Blind Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus kita ke daerah jalan Riau gitu untuk ketemuan sama Elsa. Sumpah susah banget nyari angkot dan taksi! Ternyata kesialan kita belom berakhir. Setelah naik angkot sekali dan naik taksi sekali, sampailah kita di deket-deket Jalan Riau dan bertemulah kita dengan Elsa. Abis itu, kita semua jalan ke Riau Junction. Kita emang uda laper banget dan mau makan di situ. Dengan adanya Elsa, suasana jadi agak lebih ramai. Emang sih gw ga terlalu deket sama Elsa, tapi Elsa orangnya baik dan asyik-asyik aja. Jadinya gw sih enjoy-enjoy aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas di Riau Junction itu suasana sempet ga enak. Gara-garanya gw, Rosa, Yussi lagi bad mood aja. Petanda mau ”dapet” gitu deh. Hahaha. Kasian Andrew jadi kena getahnya. Hahaha.Tapi untungnya setelah makan, kita semua happy lagi. HAHAHA&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*BLIND CAFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah makan di Riau Junction, kita ditelponin disuruh ke Blind Cafe di Ciwalk karena semuanya uda nunggu di sana. Ya uda kita pun nyari taksi buat ke sana. Dan bener aja, pas nyampe di sana, mereka uda nungguin kita. Trus kita masuk bareng-bareng deh ke Blind Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Cafe nih restoran yang agak unik. Suasana restoran ini bener-bener BLIND alias gelap. Gelap yang bener-bener gelap. Ga ada cahaya sedikitpun. Dan jangan harap bisa nyalain hp ato senter ato apalah! Semua barang yang ngeluarin cahaya dititipin! Jadi kita mesen makanan dan minuman dulu di lantai 1 (yang terang), trus kita dikasi kunci loker buat naro barang-barang kita, abis itu kita akan dianter ke lantai 2 (yang gelap). Trus kita dianter ke meja dan tempat duduk kita. Pelayan di situ emang pake kacamata khusus yang bisa ngeliat dalam gelap. Trus nunggu makanan-minuman tersedia. Trus makan-minum dalam gelap deh. Bener-bener berasa jadi orang buta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas naik ke lantai 2, gw dan temen-temen gw mulai bertingkah seperti orang luar biasa kampungan. Kita teriak-teriak sana sini. HAHAHA. Tapi emang agak panik sih karena gw aja ga nyangka bakal segelap itu. Untungnya kita dianter ke tempat duduk kita masing-masing. Jadi ga tersandung-sandung bersusah payah untuk duduk. Abis duduk, kita ngobrol-ngobrol ”sok santai” sambil nunggu makanan-minuman. Untungnya gw cuma pesen teh botol. Jadi ga akan sulit-sulit amat deh minumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudahlah singkat kata pengalaman gw di Blind Cafe bener-bener BLIND. Tapi worth it banget buat dicoba!! Kita di Blind Cafe sampai jam 10 malam. Terus kita nongkrong-nongkrong di Ciwalk bentar sekalian nunggu Adhit dan Icha yang baru datang mala mini naik travel. Setelah Adhit ama Icha datang, kita langsung cabut balik ke hotel.&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* HOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas di hotel, gw, Yussi, Rosa, Andrew rebut pengen pergi lagi. Tapi kebanyakan anak Theresia ga mau. Gila!! Capek-capek ke Bandung, malem-malem masa tidur doank?? Ya pokoknya akhirnya melalui perjuangan panjang bujuk sana-sini, kita berempat berhasil ngebujuk Icha dan Luke untuk clubbing. Dan anak-anak yang laen lebih memilih untuk tidur! HUH&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* ODEUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira-kira jam 1an gitu kita (gw, Yussi, Rosa, Andrew, Icha, Luke) berangkatalah ke Odeum di PVJ. Kita ga lama-lama kok bermalam gaduh. Hahaha. Cuma sampe jam 3, abis itu kita balik ke hotel. Pas kita di Odeum, cowo-cowo pada nungguin di bawah ga masuk. Bilangnya sih mau jagain, takut kenapa-kenapa. Mengharukan sih. Hahaha. Tapi bego juga. Kalau bener-bener niat mau jagain, yaaa masuk donk ke dalam. Tapi ya udalah, gw dan yang laen cukup kagum kok dengan kerelaan mereka nungguin kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;* HOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Skitar jam 03.30 kita tiba di hotel. Beres-beres. Bersih-bersih. Lalu tidur.&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/4214383441475705448-6923466737838306229?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6923466737838306229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6923466737838306229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6923466737838306229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6923466737838306229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/09/190708-bandung-day-2-part-2.html' title='190708 : Bandung day 2 (part 2)'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-2797674537185201509</id><published>2008-08-07T22:22:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:14:34.718+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>190708 : Bandung day 2 (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;19.07.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* HOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw, Yussi, Rosa, dan Andrew bangun sekitar jam 7an. Kita emang sengaja bangun pagi karena kita mau ke Lembang. Setelah bangun, mandi, dan siap-siap, kita ga langsung berangkat. Kita sarapan dulu sambil nonton Cookies!! Kalau ada yang ga tau Cookies apaan, gw akan dengan sabar menjelaskan. Cookies tuh adalah sinetron SCTV yang cuma 1 episode yang mempunyai cerita yang aduhai lebaynya. Super berlebihan deh. Dan gw jg ga ngerti kenapa kita berempat bela-belain nonton Cookies dulu sebelum ke Lembang! Cookies yang kita tonton berjudul BFF (Best Friend Forever). Judulnya aja uda luar biasa berlebihannya, kebayang donk ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada pagi ini si Yussi mungkin juga ketularan berlebihan karena dia tiba-tiba mencetuskan suatu hal yang sangat berlebihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yussi : ”Eh kita kan bukan BFF. Kita kan teman cadangan.”&lt;br /&gt;Gw, Rosa, Andrew sangat setuju.&lt;br /&gt;Yussi : ”Kita kan BUFF. Back Up Friends Forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless kan dengernya. Tapi begitulah sejarah dimulai terbentuknya organisasi baru dalam kehidupan gw, BUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Angkot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menonton Cookies sampai jam 9, kita pun berangkat ke Lembang naik angkot. Kita nanya-nanya jurusan angkot gitu deh. Sepanjang Angkot semua penasaran dengan Cookies yang belom selesai kita tonton. Ga penting emang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ke Lembang karena Yussi dengan rese dan ganggunya ribut aja pengen ke kebun stroberi. Tapi kita semua ga tau dimana kebun stroberi itu. Yang kita tau cuma kebun stroberi ada di Lembang. (titik!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sopir angkot, yang kayaknya bingung kenapa kita ga turun-turun dari angkot, nanya ke kita, ”pengen turun dimana?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita pun menjawab, ”di kebun stroberi pak.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sopir angkot trus iya-iya aja dan bilang kalo dia lewat kebun stroberi. Begitu lewat kebun stroberi, dia bilang ”Nih di sini. Tapi di atas ada yang lebih bagus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar kata-kata ”di atas ada yang lebih bagus”, kita berempat memutuskan untuk ga turun di situ dan turun di atas aja. Awalnya kita mikir kalau angkot ini emang ngelewatin kebun stroberi di atas ”yang katanya lebih bagus”. Tapi kok lama-lama kita curiga juga. Akhirnya kita tanya ke supir angkot tersebut, ”Berapa pak harganya ke atas?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopir angkot bilang ”120ribu aja neng!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taii!! 120 ribu! Dikira kita bawa duit berapa coba?? Kita berner-bener ditipu. Ternyata tuh angkot ga ngelewatin kebun stroberi di atas ”yang katanya lebih bagus” itu. Tau gitu kita turun aja tadi. Sial abis! Tapi karena uda terlanjur dan penasaran juga dengan kebun stroberi ”yang katanya lebih bagus” akhirnya kita tetep naik tuh angkot. Tapi tetep kita ga mau bayar 120rb! NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dimulailah tawar menawar. Si Rosa, yang punya toko di Ambassador dan paling cinlay (cina alay) di antara kita semua, yang melakukan tawar menawar. Panjang deh tawar menawar yang terjadi. Pokoknya terjadilah kesepakatan harga : 100 ribu –pulang pergi! Wow lumayan banget. Dari 120 ribu pergi doank jadi 100 ribu pulang pergi. Rosa mah emang enci enci mangga dua abis. Proud of Rosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* Cibodas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung aja, setelah tawar-menawar terjadi, si sopir angkot tadi membawa kita menelusuri jalan yang turun-naik. Jauh deh pokoknya. Dan sampailah kita ke tempat bernama Cibodas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopir angkot tersebut ternyata tidak tau dimana letak kebun stroberi ”yang katanya lebih bagus” itu. Jadilah kita sempet nyasar kesana-kemari, nanya ke orang-orang di situ, dan akhirnya jeng jeng jeng. Sampailah kita ke sebuah tempat bernama LEMBAH BOUGENVILLE. Tempat yang diyakini si sopir angkot sebagai kebun stroberi ”yang katanya lebih bagus”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di depan pintu masuk Lembah Bougenville tersebut ada foto-foto. Di foto-foto itu sumpah ga ada kebun stroberi!! TAI ABIS. Akhirnya karena kita uda datang ke sini dan ga mau rugi gitu aja, kita pun masuk ke Lembah Bougenville dengan membayar Rp 5.000/orang. Masih bayar coba? Sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita masuk, dan guess what? Ternyata dalemnya adalah tempat penginapan dan tempat outbound. Ga ada tuh yang namanya Bougenville, apalagi kebun stroberi. Bougenville ada, tapi itu pun cuma sedikit banget. Akhirnya demi menghibur diri, kita pun foto-foto aja di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231798066698339570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SJsUn1YhRPI/AAAAAAAAADs/gEGNot8gc4M/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembah Bougenville&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* Kebun Stroberi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis dari Lembah Bougenville tuh uda siang banget. Uda laper. Tapi ternyata dengan tololnya, kita masih mau ke kebun stroberi. Kita maksa tuh supir angkot ”yang uda nipu kita” untuk ke kebun stroberi yang ada di bawah. Akhirnya dia anterin kita ke situ. Dan akhirnya akhirnya akhirnya sampailah kita di KEBUN STROBERI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di situ kita metik-metik stroberi dengan hebohnya. Foto-foto. It was really fun! Apalagi mengingat semua perjuangan kita menuju nih kebun. Setelah metik stroberi, foto, minum jus stroberi, kita pun mau makan siang. Karena bingung di Lembang mau makan dimana, kita pun mutusin makan di Paris Van Java (PVJ). Dan kita masih dianter sama supir angkot ”yang uda nipu kita”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231799183176369202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SJsVo0loBDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B8JkeD34h2M/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kebun Stroberi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* PVJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas nyampe deket-deket PVJ, kita kasi duit Rp 100.00 ke tuh supir angkot. Kita ga rela abis! Sampah tuh supir angkot! Dan tainya lagi, tuh supir masih minta duit tambah. Tai tai tai! Pengen gw bakar aja tuh angkot! Akhirnya kita kasih 10ribu lagi deh. Nyesel ngasi 10ribu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus kita cepet-cepet jalan ke PVJ karena lapar yang sudah tak tertahankan. Kita makan di Ta Wan. Gw bingung kenapa kita makan di sini padahal Ta Wan kan ada di Jakarta. Hahaha. Tapi gw uda ga ada niat sedikit pun untuk mempermasalahkan hal tersebut karena gw uda lapar parah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas di Ta Wan kita mesen makanan dan minuman secepatnya. Untungnya, makanannya pun dateng cepet. Gw langsung makan selahap-lahapnya. Gila enak banget! Hahahaha. Gw rasa nih makanan salah satu makanan ternikmat yang pernah gw makan. Nyam nyam nyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis dari Ta Wan, kita sempet jalan-jalan bentar di PVJ. Gw sempet beli aseton di situ. Karena duit gw yang uda sangat terkuras untuk supir angkot ”yang uda nipu kita”, gw pun nyari aseton termurah. Dan ketemulah di Guardian, harganya 11ribu. Gw nelpon nyokap gw dulu nanya ada aseton di rumah atau ga. Kan kalau uda ada, sayang beli. Tapi nyokap gw ga ngangkat. Akhirnya gw mutusin untuk beli aja karena gw kira itu paling murah dan di rumah gw ga ada aseton. Tapi ternyata oh ternyata, toko tepat di sebelah Guardian menjual aseton dengan harga 6ribu!! Tai tai tai. Trus nyokap gw tiba-tiba ngirim sms yang mengabarkan kalau ada aseton di rumah! Sumpah ini hari gw sial abis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231800419069020530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SJsWwwpZSXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2-cBvOkorUE/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Andrew di Ta Wan PVJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bersambung ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&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/4214383441475705448-2797674537185201509?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/2797674537185201509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=2797674537185201509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2797674537185201509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2797674537185201509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/08/190708-bandung-day-2-part-1.html' title='190708 : Bandung day 2 (part 1)'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SJsUn1YhRPI/AAAAAAAAADs/gEGNot8gc4M/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-7652420446846737057</id><published>2008-07-29T00:16:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:01:29.697+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>180708 : Bandung day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18.07.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gw, Andrew, Yussi, Rosa berencana mau ke Bandung. Rencana yang sudah lama sekali dibuat, namun baru dapat terjadi sekarang. Bahkan hampir ga terjadi karena kita sulit banget cari transport dan hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita naik travel Bharaya jam 09.00 pagi di Sarinah. Gw hampir banget ga jadi ikut gara-gara telat. Pas itu Sudirman lagi macet parah karena lagi ada pembangunan apa gitu. Gw juga ga ngerti. Pokoknya pas itu gw uda panik banget akan ditinggal. Tapi untungnya pas gw datang, tuh mobil travel masih ada. Padahal pas itu gw uda telat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya uda singkat kata akhirnya kita berempat jalanlah ke Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sampai di Bandung sekitar jam 12.00 siang. Rencananya sesampainya di Bandung, kita langsung cabut ke hotel yang uda kita booking. Kita harus langsung ke sana karena kita belom DP sama tuh hotel. Jadi takutnya tuh hotel melupakan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata sampai di Bandung, kita ga langsung ke hotel. Kita makan siang dulu gara-gara si rese Yussi berisik ribut lapar. Kita makan pas di depan kantor travel Bharaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai makan, kita langsung cari taksi untuk ke hotel di Graha Cimbuleuit. Untungnya nih hotel dengan baiknya mengingat nama gw yang membooking hotel tersebut. Trus kita dikasi liat kamarnya. Kamarnya parah banget sempitnya. Cuma ada 2 bed gitu. Tapi dengan ngotot dan tololnya, kita mau 1 kamar aja. Mbak-mbak hotelnya juga ga protes ini. Akhirnya kita bayarlah tuh hotel. Trus kita taro barang di kamar. Abis itu, kita mulailah menyusun kamar sempit itu hingga dapat ditiduri oleh 4 orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begini susunannya:&lt;br /&gt;Ada 1 kursi lipat di situ. Trus kita masukin aja lemari. TV kita cabut trus kita geser ke depan lemari beserta rak kecil TV tersebut. Trus salah satu bed kita turunin. Jadi 1 bed ada 2 ”kasur”. Walaupun ”kasur” dari bawah bed tersebut adalah tripleks yang dilapisi kain. Hahaha. Nah bed yang satu lagi pun kita turunin. Namun, tak ada tempat untuk menaruh kasur itu di lantai. Akhirnya kasur itu diletakkan di tengah-tengah di atas 2 ”kasur” tripleks. Jadi kesannya menggantung gitu tuh kasur. Kita menyebutnya kasur gantung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurang ngerti ya susunan kamar kita? Gw juga bingung ngejelasinnya. Harus disaksikan oleh mata kepala sendiri baru bisa dimengerti. Pokoknya intinya susunan kamar ini menyebabkan pintu hanya bisa dibuka 1/3nya. Jadi kita harus keluar-masuk dengan susahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehabis berusaha menata ulang kamar tersebut, kita pergi ke Cihampelas karena kita harus pesan travel untuk balik ke Jakarta tanggal 20nya. Pas lagi di angkot menuju Cihampelas, tiba-tiba nyokap gw nelpon dan dia bilang kalo Minggu dia mau ke Bandung bareng bokap gw. Dan berita baiknya adalah dia menawarkan apakah gw dan teman-teman gw mau ikut pulang. Teman-teman gw, yang agak-agak sulit keuangannya (hahahaha) dan tidak tau malu ini, jelaslah menerima tawaran tersebut. Kita pun ga jadi ke travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita pergi ke Cihampelas Walk (Ciwalk) dan jalan-jalan di situ. Pas itu hari masih sore, sekitar jam 4an lah. Jadi baru 4 jam-an dari makan siang kita. Tapi Andrew merasa lapar. Kita pun iba padanya. Lalu kita ikut nyari tempat makan murah. Dan sampailah kita pada Texas Fried Chicken! Sampah banget emang. Jauh-jauh ke Bandung, tetep aja makan Texas. Akhirnya kita semua makan di situ. Ngemil-ngemil, minum-minum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SIjGzAbGOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/R2STYOCRR0Y/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226645947152742546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SIjGzAbGOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/R2STYOCRR0Y/s320/DSC00435.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas di Texas itu, temen kita Nathan datang. Kita emang kasi tau Nathan kalo kita lagi di Bandung, trus kita minta Nathan nemenin kita. Nathan adalah teman SMA kita semua. Sekarang dia kuliah di Universitas Parahyangan (Unpar) Bandung. Pas Nathan datang, suasana agak lebih rame aja. Mungkin karena nambah satu orang lagi kali ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Nathan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kita ngobrol-ngobrol bentar di Texas. Abis itu kita nyusun rencana mau kemana. Dan kita mutusin mau ke Sierra. Di sana kita mau makan (lagi!) dan foto-foto. Kita ke Sierra dengan naik taksi dan Nathan dengan naik motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di sana Sierra masih sepi dan dingin banget. Karena itu, kita mutusin duduk aja di dalem. Kita pesen minum dan sup gitu. Lama-lama Sierra makin rame dan makin ga dingin. Karena uda ga dingin, si rese Yussi cerewet aja minta foto-foto di luar. Akhirnya kita ke luar untuk foto-foto. Tapi di luar rame banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SIjKk7BNjBI/AAAAAAAAADc/1kTvgeKknbg/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226650103230336018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SIjKk7BNjBI/AAAAAAAAADc/1kTvgeKknbg/s320/DSC00462.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Untungnya kita lihat ada balkon gitu di atas dan kayaknya pas banget untuk foto-foto. Ya uda akhirnya kita ke atas. Tapi ternyata di atas tuh ada acara suatu perusahaan gitu. Jadi seharusnya kita ga boleh masuk. Tapi dengan bodoh dan pedenya, kita tetep aja masuk. Melewati ruangan acara dan ke balkon. Bahkan kita minta tolong pelayan di situ untuk foto-fotoin kita! Toh pelayannya fine-fine aja dan ga ngusir kita. Setelah puas foto-foto dan duduk-duduk, kita mau cabut dari Sierra, tapi kita ga mau balik dulu ke hotel. Apalagi kalo mengingat keadaan kamar kita, duh ga pengen tidur rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akhirnya, kita mutusin untuk ke Dago. Di Dago Yussi, Rosa, Andrew lapar (lagi dan lagi!). Gajah abis emang mereka! Bisanya laper aja mulu! Terus kita mampir lah ke Dago Panyewangan. Mereka pesen makanan, gw sama Nathan sih cuma minum aja. Kita pilih tempat lesehan gitu. Enak banget deh bisa ngelurusin kaki. Bahkan gw mikir tuh tempat lesehan lebih gede dari kamar hotel kita. Hahaha. Hampir aja gw mau tidur di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Dago Panyewangan kita lumayan lama karena kita banyak bergosip. Gosipin artis tepatnya. Si Rosa tuh uda kayak infotainment berjalan. Dia menceritakan semua gosip artis yang bahkan nama tuh artis belom pernah gw denger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis dari Dago Panyewangan, kita mau balik ke hotel. Kita sebenernya ga mau balik ke hotel. Tapi apa boleh buat Dago Panyewangannya uda mau tutup. Kita dikasi bon bahkan sebelom kita minta. Diusir dengan cara halus gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelom balik ke hotel, kita sempet ke Circle K untuk beli minum. Setelah dari Circle K, kita melihat tempat seru bernama Sixth Sense. Kayaknya nih tempat seru aja buat santai. Ada musiknya juga. Karena dorongan ga mau ke hotel yang begitu kuat, kita akhirnya liat tuh tempat tapi dari luar aja. Pengen sih masuk, tapi kita mikir hari itu kita makan banyak banget. Ga cukuplah uang kita untuk makan/minum sekali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudah akhirnya kita mutusin balik ke hotel. Kita sampai di hotel sekitar jam 12an malam. Terus abis itu kita cuci kaki, sikat gigi, lalu tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bersambung......&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/4214383441475705448-7652420446846737057?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7652420446846737057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=7652420446846737057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7652420446846737057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/7652420446846737057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/07/180708-bandung-day-1.html' title='180708 : Bandung day 1'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SIjGzAbGOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/R2STYOCRR0Y/s72-c/DSC00435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6168121584859771721</id><published>2008-07-25T18:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:14:51.867+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>I CHOOSE TO FOLLOW . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beberapa minggu lalu gw chat sama teman gw. Lumayan menarik isi obrolan kita. Kurang lebih begini....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at (gw): enak ga HI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;js (teman gw): sebenernya enak sih...&lt;br /&gt;js: tp bukan bidang gw bow..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at: lah trs knp msk HI klo gt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;js: nyokap berkuasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at: ooh nyokap lo nyuruh lo msk HI?&lt;br /&gt;at: emang sbenernya lo mwnya msk ap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;js: PR ato ga bio..&lt;br /&gt;js: hahaha jau ya..&lt;br /&gt;js: nyasar bgt gw msk hi..&lt;br /&gt;js: tp karna udah terlanjur, yaa..nikmatin ajalah..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at: knp nyokap lo nyuruh lo msk HI sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;js: ga tau...pengen aja mungkin&lt;br /&gt;js: yaa...nyokap kn lebih tau apa yang terbaik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at: iya sih&lt;br /&gt;at: tp kan kadang lebih baik mngikuti cita2 sndiri jg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;js: iya sih..&lt;br /&gt;js: tp anak muda kn masih labil...&lt;br /&gt;js: cara pandangnya masih menggunakan apa yang dia lihat..&lt;br /&gt;js: beda sama nyokap yang udah hidup beberapa puluh tahun duluan..pengalaman hidup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at: bener jg. ga salah&lt;br /&gt;at: tp sayang aja klo ga bs mngikuti cita2 sndiri. hidup kan hanya skali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;js: cita2 kn suatu angan2 yang hasilnya jg belum tentu baik buat kt... btul ga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at: betul. tp kan belum tentu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;js: iya emang blm tentu...&lt;br /&gt;js: tapi setidaknya pengalaman punya nilai plus dibanding angan2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Menurut gw, ga ada yang salah dari pendapat kita berdua. Kita cuma agak berbeda pendapat aja dalam hal alasan memilih jurusan dalam kuliah. Gw emang lebih memilih untuk mengikuti feeling gw dibanding kata-kata orangtua gw. Dan kebetulan orang tua gw ga memberikan pendapat dalam urusan ini. Memberikan pendapat aja ga, apalagi ”maksa” gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa orang tua gw begini? Mungkin karena dulu orang tua gw pernah ”maksa” gw untuk ngambil suatu keputusan dan hal itu malah ga memberikan hasil yang baik. Dari kejadian itu pun gw belajar bahwa lebih baik gw menuruti feeling gw daripada kata-kata orang tua gw. Dan gw rasa orang tua gw pun seperti ”kapok” memberikan saran yang terkesan seperti ”memaksa” gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah teman gw ini mungkin ga punya pengalaman seperti gw sehingga dia lebih menuruti saran orang tuanya. Ga ada yang salah dari itu. Ga ada yang salah apabila dia memutuskan untuk mengikuti kemauan orang tuanya dan mengabaikan kemauannya. Toh sampai sekarang dia masih bertahan di jurusan HI yang dipilihkan orangtuanya untuknya, dan gw rasa sampai sekarang dia pun masih menikmati aja kuliah di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kok gw menyayangkan aja ya keputusan orang-orang seperti teman gw itu. Bagi gw, hidup tuh hanya sekali. Di hidup kita yang hanya sekali itu, kita yang merasakan sendiri. Kita yang berjalan sendirian dalam jalan hidup kita itu. Apabila kita punya teman atau keluarga, bukan berarti mereka ada di jalan yang sama dengan kita. Mereka ada di jalan yang berbeda namun mempunyai arah yang sama. Tapi tetep aja suatu saat jalan mereka akan berbeda arah. Dan saat mereka sudah ga searah lagi dengan kita, kita kembali sendiri dan mungkin akan bertemu orang-orang yang baru yang mempunyai jalan searah. Begitulah hidup buat gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu, gw mikir lebih baik kita mengikuti cita-cita kita sendiri. Karena dalam perjalanan menuju cita-cita itu, kita sendirilah yang merasakan. Coba misalkan kita ikuti ”pemaksaan” orang tua. Kita sendiri kan yang akan ”tersiksa”, bukan orang tua kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang tua emang mempunyai lebih banyak pengalaman hidup dibanding anak-anaknya dan pengalaman hidup mereka bisa dijadikan pelajaran juga untuk anak-anaknya. Tapi menurut gw, ga ada salahnya apabila si anak mempunyai pengalaman sendiri dalam hidupnya, yang mungkin berbeda dengan orangtuanya. Ga ada salahnya apabila si anak dibiarkan membuat kesalahan sendiri dalam hidupnya dan bangkit dari kesalahan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekali lagi, ga ada yang salah dari pendapat gw ataupun teman gw. Kita cuma berbeda pendapat. Gw memilih untuk mengikuti kemauan gw. &lt;em&gt;I choose to follow what I want&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sedangkan teman gw lebih memilih untuk mengikuti kemauan orang tuanya. Dia dapat berkata "&lt;em&gt;I choose to follow what my parents want&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana dengan lo semua? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mana yang lo pilih? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kata-kata apa yang akan lo pilih untuk melengkapi judul di atas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6168121584859771721?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6168121584859771721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6168121584859771721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6168121584859771721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6168121584859771721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-choose-to-follow.html' title='I CHOOSE TO FOLLOW . . . . .'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-8371698177971680632</id><published>2008-07-12T22:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:01:29.872+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p8'/><title type='text'>Still P8 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beberapa hari lalu, tepatnya tanggal 9 Juli 2008, dua orang temen gw ultah yaitu Rere dan Beje. Dua-duanya ngadain acara. Beje ngadain acara di rumahnya, sedangkan Rere traktir makan di Olala Bintaro. Awalnya gw sama temen gw, Yowlie, bingung mau datang ke yang mana, tapi akhirnya kita memutuskan untuk datang ke acara Rere aja. Lagian tumben banget si Rere mau traktir. Entah kesambet apa dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita disuru datang ke Olala sekitar jam 7an malam. Di sana ada gw, Rere, Yowlie, Manda, Vetta, Kenzo, Erica, Jhoan, dan Oscar. Emang ga banyak yang datang. Yang itu-itu aja malah yang datang. Hahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua temen SMP, kecuali Jhoan dan Oscar. Kita dulu bareng-bareng di SMP BPK Penabur 8 Bintaro (kita sering sebut P8). Jadi di hari itu kita agak-agak mengenang masa-masa SMP. Saat-saat kita (yang cewek) dulu dijemur di tengah lapangan karena ga bawa alat-alat buat kesenian, saat menghapus ”jejak-jejak” sepatu yang disengaja di tembok, saat adanya geng ”sok gaul” bernama hellfire (tidak perlu membahas lebih lanjut betapa noraknya nama geng ini), kisah-kisah cinta SMP, dan lain-lain. Seru banget rasanya kalo mengenang itu semua karena emang saat-saat itu seru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur gw uda agak lama ga jalan sama anak p8. Akhir-akhir ini gw lebih sering jalan sama temen SMA (anak tere). Karena itu pas diajak jalan sama Rere, gw agak males, tp akhirnya gw mau juga sih. Ga ada kerjaan juga di rumah. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gw sama sekali ga nyesel ke Olala hari itu. Hari itu seru banget. Walaupun kerjaan kita cuma duduk ngobrol-ngobrol sampe Olala tutup. hahahaha. Kita di sana sampe malem banget. Gw aja sampe rumah skitar jam 00.30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aneh emang walaupun kita semua uda lama ga ketemu, tapi kalau ketemu pasti tetep seru. Sejak hari itu, gw mulai merasa deket lagi sama anak-anak p8. Bahkan pada hari itu kita merencanakan ke Bandung bareng! (Amin moga-moga jadi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dengan deketnya gw sama p8, gw pasti akan mulai merasa males lagi sama anak tere. Gw akan mulai menjauh lagi seperti pas di semester 1 dulu. Saat itu juga gw lagi deket banget sama anak p8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gw ga bisa menahan diri gw untuk membandingkan kedua kelompok pertemanan gw ini, p8 dan tere. Dan semakin gw bandingkan, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tere ga akan mungkin menang dari p8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Semakin gw deket sama anak p8, maka gw makin ga suka sama tere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entah kenapa gw punya pikiran kayak gini. Padahal gw pengen stop membandingkan mereka dan merasa dekat dengan mereka dalam waktu bersamaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gw tau anak-anak tere punya banyak hal yang ga dipunyai anak p8. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anak-anak tere adalah orang-orang terbaik, terpintar, dan mungkin akan menjadi tersukses yang pernah gw temui. Mereka adalah temen-temen, sahabat-sahabat terbaik yang pernah gw punya.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi p8 punya lebih banyak hal yang ga dipunyai anak tere. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anak-anak p8 ngasih gw masa-masa terseru dalam hidup gw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The best chapter in my life. Mereka ngasih gw cerita-cerita hidup yang bisa gw critain ke anak cucu gw ntar. Cerita-cerita dari P8 pun sangat berkesan sampai sekarang. Jauh lebih berkesan dari masa SMA gw. Semua cerita itu sangat berharga dan tidak tergantikan.&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;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P8 pun seperti memberikan gw keluarga di saat gw seakan-akan lupa punya itu.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mereka adalah teman senasib dan sepenanggungan sama gw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bahkan di saat-saat SMA, gw merasa anak-anak P8 lebih menemani gw. Ironis emang. Apalagi mengingat gw SMA bersama anak-anak tere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P8 pun ngasih tunjuk ke gw ”gw mw jadi orang kayak apa”.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yap &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;makin gw bergaul sama anak tere, gw makin tau kalo gw ga pengen kayak mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gw makin mau mempertahankan sifat-sifat gw dari p8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dengan segala kekurangan dan kelebihan kedua kelompok pertemanan gw itu, mereka semua tetep temen gw. Orang-orang yang pernah ada di moment-moment hidup gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gw tetep lebih seneng di p8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gw tetep lebih cinta p8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GW TETEP LEBIH PILIH P8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tetep. &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;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221682036122979938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SHckJW0mDmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mqGkBFM4Euo/s320/re1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kenzo, Vetta, Yowlie, Rere, Erica, gw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9 Juli 2008&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/4214383441475705448-8371698177971680632?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/8371698177971680632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=8371698177971680632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8371698177971680632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/8371698177971680632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-p8.html' title='Still P8 !'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SHckJW0mDmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mqGkBFM4Euo/s72-c/re1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1006831166755185648</id><published>2008-06-28T00:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:01:30.168+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S season 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane Beatrix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* &lt;em&gt;flashback di suatu hari di kelas 1 SMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rangga: "Tasia lo mirip banget deh sama Jane Beatrix"&lt;br /&gt;Tasia: "ahh masa?"&lt;br /&gt;Rangga: ""iya iya. Itu tuh orangnya. Jane jane!"&lt;br /&gt;Jane: (berbalik melihat Rangga)&lt;br /&gt;Rangga: tuh kan mirip sama lo" (menghadap ke arah Tasia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Itu lah kira-kira percakapan gw sama temen gw, Rangga, 3 tahun lalu. Pertemanan gw dengan Jane emang punya permulaan agak berbeda dengan teman-teman gw lainnya. Pertama kali gw kenal Jane karena banyak banget orang yang bilang gw mirip dia. Sampai sekarang sih gw ga merasa terlalu mirip sama Jane. Biasa aja. Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Pertemanan gw sama Jane dimulai pas kita bareng-bareng masuk OSIS dan sekelas di kelas 2. Pas itu gw belom terlalu deket sama Jane. Kita baru deket di kelas 3 sebenarnya. Di kelas 3 awal gw ga punya temen deket. Masalahnya, temen deket gw, Airin dan Andrew ga sekelas sama gw. Airin pindah ke Aussie. Sedangkan Andrew di kelas sebelah. Karena itu, gw butuh cari temen deket baru. Saat itulah gw mulai deket sama Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jane itu temen yang bisa diajak gila bareng, jahat bareng, ”drama” bareng, kejam bareng, tapi dia tetep ga akan lupa untuk ngingetin gw dan dirinya sendiri untuk jadi orang yang baik. Dia orang yang suka ngasih saran yang sangat jujur. Bahkan saking jujurnya, kadang kedengeran agak kejam, dan ngebuat gw jadi takut untuk dengernya. Sifat yang satu ini agak mirip gw sih. Hahaha. Satu hal yang juga gw kagumin dari Jane adalah kepandaiannya dalam menilai orang. Kayaknya selalu ada aja pendapat dia tentang seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pertemanan gw dengan Jane tuh naik-turun banget rasanya. Banyak hal-hal kecil yang ngebuat pertemanan kita ga selalu dalam kondisi baik. Tapi sampai sekarang, gw masih temenan sama Jane, dan gw merasa hari demi hari pertemanan ini terus bertambah kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jane adalah teman pertama yang gw nginepin rumahnya, teman pertama clubbing bareng, teman yang gw kasi bunga pas prom, dan orang pertama yang ngeliat surat pengumuman gw lulus atau ga (gw ga berani buka tuh surat saat itu, jadi Jane bukain).&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saat ini kalau gw ditanya siapa yang menjadi sahabat terbaik gw, gw mungkin bingung jawabnya karena gw ga bisa sebutin satu orang aja. Tapi gw pastiin Jane akan gw sebutin, dan mungkin dia akan gw sebutin pertama kali. She’s my best friend. Bahkan saking best friend nya, gw suka ga mau ngaku. Hahahaha. Karena sejujurnya gw ga pernah mikir akan punya teman sedekat ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Love you Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Adhitya Juchahana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adhit ini teman gw pas SMA. Kita uda sama-sama sekolah di Theresia sejak kelas 1 SMA sebenarnya. Tapi gw baru kenal dia pas kelas 3 (pas kita sekelas). Entah gw yang ga eksis, atau dia yang ga eksis. Hahaha. Pokoknya selama 2 tahun sebelumnya, kita bener-bener ga kenal. Bahkan gw ga tau yang namanya Adhit yang mana.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Di kelas 3 gw mulai deket sama Adhit karena Adhit dengan bodohnya suka curhat tentang cinta SMAnya. Gw bilang bodoh karena saat itu gw ga deket sama Adhit, terus dia bisa aja gitu crita-crita kehidupan cintanya sama gw. Emang bodoh! Hahhaha. Selain itu, gw deket sama Adhit juga karena Jane. Si Jane agak-agak suka godain Adhit. Suka manggil-manggil Adhit. Suka ledek-ledekin Adhit. Dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tapi jaman SMA itu gw cuma deket sama Adhit sebatas itu. Ga bisa dibilang teman deket juga malah. Cuma karena situasi, gw akhirnya deket sama Adhit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beberapa bulan terakhir hubungan sama Adhit ini berubah. Kalau dulu gw ga bisa bilang Adhit sebagai teman deket gw. Sekarang gw bisa. Adhit salah satu dari sedikit anak Theresia yang masih deket sama gw.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adhit yang gw kenal tuh adalah orang yang baik, walaupun kadang Adhit sendiri suka lupa kalau dia orang yang baik. Dia orang yang perhatian sama orang lain. Dia emang suka ga nyadar atau nyangkal kalau dia perhatian sama orang lain. Adhit juga tanpa dia sadarin suka mikirin perasaan orang lain. Dan sekali lagi, dia suka ga nyadar dengan sifat dia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saking perhatiannya sama orang lain, Adhit tuh suka menilai orang dari luarnya aja. Bukan dari fisik, lebih tepatnya dari sikap luar. Kalau Adhit uda ga suka sama seseorang berdasarkan sikap sesaat dari tuh orang, Adhit ga mau deket-deket sama tuh orang. Padahal siapa tau orang tersebut punya sifat-sifat yang ga keliatan yang cocok sama Adhit. Siapa tau justru orang itu jadi sahabat Adhit. Who knows? Si Adhit ini emang kadang-kadang musti diingatkan supaya berpikir lebih terbuka. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adhit itu orang yang sangat penuh perencanaan dalam hidupnya. Kadang-kadang gw merasa dia kurang spontanitas. Padahal spontanitas kan justru yang membuat hidup lebih berwarna. Adhit orang yang yakin bahwa dirinya akan sukses. Optimis abis! Dan demi mencapai cita-citanya itu, gw rasa dia uda memikirkan rencana-rencana untuk itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adhit agak berubah sejak SMA. Menurut gw, Adhit jauh lebih rajin. Tiap malam kalau ditanya pasti lagi belajar. Hahaha. Gw ga tau sih dia lebih pintar atau ga. Tapi sesuai kata pepatah, rajin pangkal pintar. Jadi seharusnya kalau Adhit tambah rajin, dia pun tambah pintar!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perjalanan pertemanan gw dengan Adhit itu baru sebentar banget. Tapi justru karena itu, gw tau kalau perjalanan pertemanan gw ini masih sangat panjang jauh ke depan. Dan seperti yang gw bilang ke Adhit beberapa bulan lalu, ”&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hubungan kita berubah, tapi berubahnya ke arah mana, itu yang ingin kita temuin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perjalanan pertemanan yang masih sangat jauh ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yohanes Christy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gw pertama kali kenal Christy di kelas 2 SMA. Waktu itu kita dengan ironisnya disuruh menjadi penari tarian mistis. Ga usah dijelasinlah yaa tariannya kayak apa. Gw males juga mengenang masa-masa itu. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saat awal-awal gw kenal Christy itu, gw merasa kalo Christy orangnya baik banget. Dia mau bantuin gw. Orangnya juga bertanggung jawab. Kesan itu ga berubah bahkan ketika gw sekelas sama Christy di kelas 3. Dia jadi ketua kelas di kelas 3IPA2 (kelas kita). Christy ga pernah ngeluh menjadi ketua kelas. Dia jalanin aja dengan fun dan tanggung jawab. Dulu pas dia jadi ketua kelas, gw sekretarisnya. Dan kalau gw ada kesalahan (misalnya lupa ngasi tau anak-anak soal tugas. Maklum gw ga punya agenda. Hahaha), Christy nyantai aja. Bahkan dia mau direpotin dengan bantuin gw ngasi tau anak-anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sayangnya, kesan Christy yang baik di mata gw ini hilang ketika gw denger dia bilang gw jahat. Hahahhaa. Yaaa gw denger ini dari orang lain. Saat itu gw cuma ga suka sama Christy karena dia menilai orang lain dari satu sisi aja. Namun walaupun di mata gw Christy ga sebaik dulu, gw tetep bersikap baik aja sama Christy karena Christy tetep baik sama gw, tetep asyik, tetep seru. --&lt;br /&gt;Kesan gw tentang Christy mulai positif sejak 2 minggu lalu, pas gw ketemu lagi sama dia setelah berbulan-bulan lamanya. Entah apa yang ngebuat kesan gw tentang Christy jadi lebih positif. Mungkin karena gw lihat Christy orang yang santai, ga se”drama” yang gw kira. Christy mendukung temannya saat gw kira dia ga akan dukung. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Karena kesan gw kembali positif, sejak 2 minggu lalu itu, kita jadi sering chatting bareng di msn. Sering ledek-ledekan, pancing-pancingan, ngobrol-ngobrol ga penting. Pokoknya hubungan gw dan Christy jadi seru lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang gw pelajarin dari Christy baru-baru ini adalah dia sangat pintar. Emang sih dia anak Institut Teknologi Bandung (ITB), jadi emang seharusnya pintar. Tapi gw ga nyangka aja dia sepintar itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christy itu juga selalu gw inget karena ketidakmauannya untuk memihak dan ketakutannya untuk bilang ”enggak”. Menurut gw, Christy ini orang yang sangat ga enakan sama orang lain. Jadi dia suka ga enak untuk bilang ”enggak”. Suka ga enak untuk memberikan saran yang agak kejam untuk temannya. Padahal kan kalau emang itu saran yang tepat, kenapa enggak?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walaupun begitu, gw akhir-akhir ini tetep suka kepancing aja pengen cerita-cerita ke Christy. Hahaha. Gw tau dia pinter banget dan santai dalam menghadapi curhat-an orang lain. Tapi justru itu yang ngebuat gw pengen cerita-cerita sama si Christy. Belom pernah kesampaian sih. Mungkin suatu hari nanti gw akan. Who knows, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215629444976256258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGGjWLvgpQI/AAAAAAAAACc/lymD4QdTx2c/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* Christy, Gw, Jane. 1 tahun lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216613431012900242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGUiRtYOPZI/AAAAAAAAACs/6K_6L62kDho/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* David (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang mungkin nanti akan gw ceritakan di F.R.I.E.N.D.S Season 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), Gw, Adhit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gw nulis tentang mereka bukan karena mereka adalah teman-teman gw yang paling deket. Emang di antara mereka ada yang teman baik gw, tapi ada juga yang ga sama sekali. Gw tulis mereka karena gw punya banyak pendapat tentang mereka. Jadi tulisan ini adalah pendapat gw tentang mereka.&lt;/em&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/4214383441475705448-1006831166755185648?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1006831166755185648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1006831166755185648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1006831166755185648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1006831166755185648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends-season-2.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S season 2'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGGjWLvgpQI/AAAAAAAAACc/lymD4QdTx2c/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1191913127265896161</id><published>2008-06-28T00:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:01:30.614+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p8'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S season 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kezia Christy Gea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGGeqLLqqDI/AAAAAAAAACM/1D6KmlxKb78/s1600-h/245530487l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215624290865162290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGGeqLLqqDI/AAAAAAAAACM/1D6KmlxKb78/s320/245530487l.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dia adalah sahabat gw dari SD. Sahabat gw yang paling lama. Kita SD, SMP bareng. Sayangnya SMA enggak. Sejak SMP, gw manggil dia dengan sebutan ”keyzzz”. Gw manggil begitu supaya kedengeran beda aja sama yang laen. Tapi ternyata anak-anak laen juga ikut manggil dengan sapaan itu. Gw juga bingung siapa yang memulai panggilan ini sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat SMA gw agak lost contact sama Keyz. Gw emang ga terlalu berhubungan sama temen-temen SMP di SMA. Gw punya alasan sendiri lah. Panjang kalo diceritain. Haha. Walaupun begitu, kadang-kadang gw masih suka telpon Keyz juga. Kita tetep saling mengucapkan ulang tahun, dan ”selamat-selamat” lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kelas 3 SMA, jaman-jaman mau UAN, si Keyz dan Yowlie (sahabat SMP gw laennya yang akan gw ceritakan setelah ini) tiba-tiba contact gw lagi. Kita jadi sering ketemuan. Mereka sering banget ke rumah gw. Belajar bareng, ketawa bareng, ketakutan ga lulus bareng, dan lain-lain. Gw juga ga tau alasan kenapa kita jadi bisa deket lagi. Emang uda jalan Tuhan mungkin. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang uda setahun sejak gw terakhir ketemu Keyz. Yap.. Sejak sehari sebelum pengumuman UAN tahun lalu, gw belom ketemu dia lagi. Emang sekarang rasanya susah banget mau ketemu dia. Dia ngekos di daerah Universitas Pelita Harapan (UPH) sih, dan jarang pulang ke Bintaro. Dia kuliah di UPH ngambil di bidang guru. Jadi ntar kalo dia uda lulus, dia akan jadi guru. Ga kebayang murid-muridnya nanti. Jangan-jangan akan ketularan “autis” si Keyz. Si Keyz ini ga autis, tapi suka bertingkah autis. Terlalu rame, terlalu seru, terlalu gila anaknya. Karena itu, pas SMP dia suka dipanggil autis sama anak-anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneh banget rasanya setahun ga ketemu Keyz. Dan gw kangen banget sama dia. Tapi yaa itulah sampe sekarang ada aja halangan buat ketemu. Dan mungkin salah satu halangannya adalah diri gw dan Keyz sendiri. Kita berdua jarang banget mau untuk mulai mengcontact. Kita adalah orang-orang yang nunggu dihubungi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun uda lama ga ketemu, tetep gw akan bilang dia sahabat gw. My oldest bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flora Yolanda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGUfzdKrSOI/AAAAAAAAACk/GLZslfixhc0/s1600-h/IMG_4613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216610712241785058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGUfzdKrSOI/AAAAAAAAACk/GLZslfixhc0/s320/IMG_4613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yolanda ini adalah temen gw dari SMP. Gw manggil dia dengan sebutan Yowlie. Biar gaul aja kali yaa gw manggilnya gitu. Haha. Tapi hampir semua orang manggilnya gitu kok. Kecuali keluarganya mungkin. Keluarganya lebih sering manggil dia dengan sebutan Oya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Yowlie ini temen yang sangat seru. Saking serunya gw dulu pernah merasa agak terganggu dengan keberisikannya. Hahaha. Jaman-jaman SMP sih gw merasa begitu. Sekarang uda lewat masa-masa itu. Dari SMP sampe sekarang, gw sering maennya bertiga, sama Yowlie dan Keyz. Nah si Yowlie itu lebih deket ke Keyz. Sedangkan gw juga lebih deket ke Keyz. Jadi pas SMP gw ga terlalu deket sama Yowlie. Mungkin ini juga dikarenakan Yowlie yang agak sering ga masuk skolah. Bukannya agak sih, tapi sering banget. Gw masih inget hampir tiap senen nih anak ga masuk. Gila banget deh frekuensi bolosnya. Sangat berlebihan! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas SMA si Yowlie ini sering nelpon gw. Tapi dengan kejamnya, gw ga pernah nelpon balik. Jahatnya gw! Trus pas SMA akhir, seperti yang uda gw critakan di atas, gw deket lagi sama Keyz dan Yowlie. Pas itu gw merasa lebih deket sama Yowlie daripada sebelum-sebelumnya. Dan gw baru sadar kalo she’s such a great friend. Dia tetep mencoba hubungin gw walopun gw ga pernah hubungin dia. Gila! Seumur-umur gw belom pernah punya temen kayak gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe sekarang gw masih deket sama Yowlie. Kalo gw belom pernah ketemu Keyz sejak tahun lalu, sama Yowlie justru kebalikannya. Sejak tahun lalu, gw jadi sering jalan bareng sama dia. Masih tetep berhubungan lewat sms ato telpon. Dan hal yang gw rasain paling beda dari tahun-tahun sebelomnya adalah gw merasa lebih deket ke Yowlie daripada Keyz. Aneh emang, tapi yaa begitu kenyataannya sekarang. Satu tahun bisa mengubah segalanya. Satu hal yang selalu gw inget dari si Yowlie ini adalah dia akan selalu ada saat gw butuh teman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ray Raditya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGGfheZ9DDI/AAAAAAAAACU/Psa5AbY8adE/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215625240918166578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGGfheZ9DDI/AAAAAAAAACU/Psa5AbY8adE/s320/DSC00219.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rere ini juga temen gw dari SMP sebenernya. Tapi dengan anehnya, gw sama sekali ga pernah ngobrol sama dia pas SMP. Padahal SMP gw cuma berjumlah 40an anak coba! Aneh tapi nyata. Hahaha. Gw baru sering ngobrol sama dia satu tahun belakangan ini. Awalnya sih gara-gara dia deket sama temen gw yang namanya Manda. Terus gw sering ngajak jalan Manda. Nah si Manda ajak jalan Rere deh. Terus kita jadi sering jalan bareng dan ngobrol bareng. Ditambah lagi si Rere ini juga aktif di dunia MSN. Jadi sering chat bareng. Walopun yang diomongin juga suka ga penting, tapi lumayanlah untuk menambah kedekatan pertemanan gw dengan Rere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw ama Rere ga deket-deket amat sebenernya. Gw juga bingung kenapa gw nulis tentang dia di sini. Huhh! Tapi ya sudahlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Rere ini temen yang hampir selalu gw dan Yowlie ajak pergi. Banyak alesan kenapa bgitu. Pertama, Rere ada mobil dan bisa nyetir mobil. Hahaha. Kedua, Rere lucu dan bisa ngebuat suasana jadi rame. Ketiga, ga ada orang laen yang bisa diajak pergi. Si Rere ini emang hampir selalu bisa diajak pergi. Padahal dia uda kerja. Gw bingung apa karena dia orangnya baik banget jadi ga enak nolak ajakan, atau karena emang dia ga ada kerjaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang (sejak suatu masalah terjadi antara Rere dan salah satu teman gw yang gw sebutin di atas, bukan Keyz atau Yowlie tapi. Hahaha) gw dan Yowlie jarang pergi sama Rere. Kebetulan juga dia sekarang ikutan geng mobil (namanya apa gw lupa). Jadi dia uda punya temen-temen bergaul yang laen juga. Dan katanya Rere sih sekarang dia sibuk kerja. Yaa gw mah percaya aja deh sama ”kesibukannya”. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rere itu orang yang baik. Harus gw akuin sih. Walopun dia suka maksa minta uang patungan buat bensin, tapi dia tetep akan nganterin dan nungguin kita sampai masuk rumah. Rere juga orang yang sangat humoris. Humoris bangett! Salah satu temen paling humoris yang pernah gw punya, walaupun kadang lelucon dia agak sarkastik juga. Rere juga punya pendapat-pendapat yang logis banget. Orangnya sangat realistis. Kadang gw bahkan pengen banget ingetin ke dia kalo sifat idealis tuh diperlukan juga agar kita bisa tau mimpi-mimpi kita. Dan mimpi itu sebenernya yang buat kehidupan berwarna. Selain realistis, gw suka merasa kalo pendapat Rere tuh agak pesimis. Gw ga tau apa yang ngebuat dia sepesimis itu. Gw ga pernah nanya juga. Lagian kalo gw tanya, belom tentu Rere sendiri tau jawabannya. Well di balik itu semua, gw tetep suka ngedengerin pendapat-pendapat Rere. Rere adalah salah satu temen terbaru gw yang gw merasa uda kenal lama (padahal belom. Hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang paling gw harapkan sekarang dari Rere adalah dia baikan dengan teman gw (yang sekali lagi namanya gw sebutin di atas, tapi bukan Keyz atau Yowlie). Hahaha. Tapi serius, gw kangen banget jalan sama mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gw nulis tentang mereka bukan karena mereka adalah teman-teman gw yang paling deket. Emang di antara mereka ada yang teman deket gw, tapi ada juga yang ga sama sekali. Gw tulis mereka karena gw punya banyak pendapat tentang mereka. Jadi tulisan ini adalah pendapat gw tentang mereka.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-1191913127265896161?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1191913127265896161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1191913127265896161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1191913127265896161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1191913127265896161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends-season-1.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S season 1'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SGGeqLLqqDI/AAAAAAAAACM/1D6KmlxKb78/s72-c/245530487l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1132622792903451268</id><published>2008-06-25T21:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:26:33.097+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>finding a life partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sampai hari ini, cinta sejati tidak mempunyai arti yang pasti. Kepastian yang didapat adalah manusia ingin mencintai dan ingin dicintai. Kebanyakan orang ingin menikah dan hidup bersama dengan seseorang yang dicintainya. Bukan hanya orang yang ingin menikah, orang yang tidak ingin menikah pun biasanya mencari seseorang yang dapat mendampinginya. Mereka hidup bersama walaupun tidak menikah. Dapat dilihat, kebutuhan manusia akan pasangan hidup sangatlah besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apa sebenarnya pasangan hidup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pasangan hidup adalah dua manusia yang hidup bersama dan saling melengkapi sampai maut memisahkan mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mungkin definisi tersebut tidaklah sama bagi setiap orang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Masing-masing orang mempunyai pendapat sendiri-sendiri tentang pasangan hidup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pasangan hidup erat kaitannya dengan cinta sejati. Banyak orang yang percaya bahwa pasangan hidup memiliki cinta sejati yang membuat mereka dapat hidup bersama. Sama dengan pasangan hidup, setiap orang pun mempunyai definisi yang berbeda-beda tentang cinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cinta adalah sesuatu yang lebih dari sekedar perasaan mengasihi orang lain, sebab perasaan kasih sayang seringkali hanya searah dan merefleksikan kebutuhan. (Maslow dalam Brennan, 2003). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cinta adalah sebuah kisah yang ditulis setiap orang dimana kisah tersebut merefleksikan kepribadian, minat dan perasaan seseorang terhadap suatu hubungan. (Stenberg, 1988). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jadi, cinta adalah kisah pribadi setiap orang yang menunjukkan kepribadian, minat, dan perasaan yang melebihi kasih sayang terhadap orang lain atau hal lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ada berbagai macam alasan mengapa kebanyakan orang mencari pasangan hidup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pertama, setiap orang memiliki kebutuhan akan cinta. Hal ini sesuai dengan pendapat Abraham Maslow yang memasukkan kebutuhan akan rasa memiliki dan cinta di salah satu tingkatan dalam hierarki kebutuhan yang dibuatnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kedua, dengan adanya pasangan hidup, orang merasa dirinya lebih merasa aman karena ada pasangan yang melindunginya. Setiap orang pasti menginginkan rasa aman. Maslow pun memasukkan rasa aman ke dalam salah satu tingkatan kebutuhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ketiga, setiap orang membutuhkan teman berbagi. Senang, keluh kesah, dan segala macam perasaan yang dirasakan seseorang biasanya ingin dibagi dengan orang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dalam tingkatan kebutuhan Maslow, terdapat lima kebutuhan yaitu kebutuhan fisiologis, kebutuhan akan rasa aman, kebutuhan akan memiliki dan cinta, kebutuhan akan prestasi, kebutuhan aktualisasi diri. Maslow memasukkan kebutuhan akan rasa aman dan kebutuhan akan kasih sayang di tingkat kedua dan ketiga. Kedua kebutuhan ini berada di atas kebutuhan fisiologis. Apabila kebutuhan fisiologis, seperti makan, minum, telah dipenuhi maka kebutuhan yang selanjutnya harus dipenuhi adalah kebutuhan akan rasa aman dan cinta. (Maslow dalam Brennan, 2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Saat kebutuhan fisiologis sudah terpenuhi, muncullah kebutuhan untuk mencari lingkungan yang aman, stabilitas, serta perlindungan. Dengan memenuhi kebutuhan akan rasa aman ini, maka hidup pun akan terasa lebih damai. Setelah kebutuhan akan rasa aman, kebutuhan selanjutnya dalam hierarki kebutuhan Maslow adalah kebutuhan akan cinta dan rasa memiliki dan dimiliki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cinta adalah gabungan dengan seseorang, atau sesuatu, di luar diri sendiri di bawah kondisi untuk menahan perpisahan dan kejujuran dan ketulusan diri sendiri. (Fromm, 2000). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dalam hubungan cinta, berarti perpisahan merupakan sesuatu yang harus dihindari, dan dituntut suatu kejujuran dan ketulusan dalam hubungan ini. Penghindaran perpisahan merupakan salah satu bukti kebutuhan akan cinta. Kebutuhan akan cinta berarti kebutuhan untuk mencintai dan dicintai orang lain. Rasa mencintai dan dicintai ini seringkali menimbulkan kebutuhan untuk memiliki dan dimiliki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Erich Fromm pun memasukkan kebutuhan untuk berhubungan menjadi salah satu dari lima kebutuhan dasar. Kebutuhan untuk berhubungan ini bisa didapat dengan membangun hubungan interpersonal melalui cinta dan pemahaman. (Fromm dalam Brennan, 2003: p.235).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Manusia pun mempunyai kebutuhan untuk saling melengkapi. Jika seseorang tidak suka melakukan pekerjaan rumah, maka ia akan menginginkan partner-nya untuk melakukan pekerjaan rumah itu. (Stenberg, 1988). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Henry Murray pun mengeluarkan teori kebutuhan yang mirip dengan Stenberg. Dalam teori kebutuhan ini, dikatakan bahwa setiap individu mempunyai kebutuhan. Kebutuhan itu bisa sama atau berbeda pada setiap individu. Seseorang yang membutuhkan suatu posisi dominan biasanya mencari seseorang yang submisif atau yang tidak terlalu dominan. (Murray dalam Stenberg, 1988). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Berdasarkan teori ini, seseorang akan mencari pasangan yang melengkapi dirinya sehingga kebutuhannya pun dapat terpenuhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Selain kebutuhan untuk dilengkapi, Stenberg mengemukakan bahwa manusia cenderung mencari pasangan hidup yang memiliki persamaan dengannya. Persamaan yang ada membuat seseorang merasa nyaman berada di dekat pasangannya. Kenyamanan yang ada kemungkinan akan berkembang menjadi keinginan untuk dimiliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ternyata bukan hanya cinta dan kebutuhan yang menjadi alasan pasangan dapat hidup bersama sampai kematian memisahkan mereka. Saat seseorang memutuskan untuk bersama-sama dengan orang lain, ada beberapa hal di dalam hidup mereka yang menjadi lebih penting. Makin dalam suatu hubungan, hal yang penting pun semakin banyak. Misalnya, saat pasangan memutuskan untuk menikah, mempunyai dan merawat anak pun menjadi hal yang penting. Anak akan menjadi salah satu faktor yang membuat pasangan tersebut berusaha mempertahankan hubungan pernikahan mereka. (Stenberg, 1988).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Manusia merupakan makhluk sosial yang selalu membutuhkan orang lain. Kebutuhan akan orang lain membuat manusia berusaha berhubungan dengan orang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seperti teori Fromm tentang kebutuhan untuk berhubungan, manusia dapat memenuhi kebutuhan untuk berhubungan dengan orang lain melalui cinta dan pemahaman. Tanpa cinta dan pemahaman, hubungan dengan orang lain tidak akan menjadi hubungan yang baik. Dengan cinta dan pemahaman pula, hubungan dua orang yang berteman dapat berkembang menjadi pasangan hidup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dapat dikatakan bahwa cinta merupakan faktor penting yang menyatukan dua manusia menjadi satu pasangan. Cinta atau kasih sayang adalah kebutuhan setiap orang. Kebutuhan akan kasih sayang ini bukan hanya kebutuhan untuk disayangi orang lain, melainkan juga untuk menyayangi orang lain. Ketika seseorang telah menemukan dan mencintai orang lain maka akan timbul suatu keinginan untuk memiliki dan dimiliki. Kebutuhan akan cinta inilah yang mendorong seseorang untuk memiliki pasangan yang juga mencintai dan ingin memiliki dirinya kembali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kebutuhan untuk berhubungan dengan orang lain pun mendorong seseorang untuk menjalin komunikasi dengan orang lain. Komunikasi yang terjalin pun dapat berkembang menjadi hubungan pertemanan atau bahkan menjadi hubungan yang lebih intim. Hubungan yang sudah terjalin di antara kedua orang dapat mendorong mereka untuk menjadi pasangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kebutuhan akan keamanan merupakan salah satu alasan untuk mencari pasangan hidup. Setiap orang pasti mendambakan rasa aman dan damai. Rasa aman dan damai penting dalam hidup karena tanpa itu kita akan merasa cemas dan tidak dapat dengan baik menghadapi peristiwa-peristiwa di dunia ini yang menimbulkan kebimbangan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Contoh peristiwa yang menimbulkan kebimbangan adalah saat harus menentukan pilihan. Apabila seseorang merasa tidak cemas karena pilihan-pilihan dalam hidup, maka ia akan menginginkan seseorang untuk menenangkan dan membuat dirinya stabil sehingga mampu memutuskan pilihan yang terbaik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pentingnya rasa aman ini mendorong kebanyakan orang untuk mencari pasangan yang dapat memberikan rasa aman. Dengan adanya seseorang yang menemani, ketakutan dan kekhawatiran seseorang terhadap suatu hal akan berkurang. Keamanan akan dirasakan apabila kita mengetahui ada seseorang yang selalu menjaga dan memperhatikan kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Untuk itu, kebanyakan manusia membutuhkan seseorang untuk mendampingi dan melindunginya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kebutuhan akan rasa aman dan kebutuhan akan cinta ini sebenarnya berhubungan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Karena adanya kebutuhan akan keamanan, seseorang akan berusaha mencari perlindungan dimana ia dapat merasa aman. Perlindungan itu bisa didapat dari seseorang. Seseorang yang mencintai orang lain tentu akan berusaha melindunginya. Saat rasa aman sudah didapatkan, muncullah kebutuhan akan cinta dan rasa memiliki. Selanjutnya, seperti yang sudah diuraikan penulis sebelumnya, kebutuhan akan cinta dan rasa memiliki menjadi salah satu alasan penting bagi seseorang dalam mencari pasangan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sebagai makhluk sosial, manusia selalu membutuhkan orang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bukan hanya bantuan yang dibutuhkan manusia dari orang lain, melainkan juga tempat berbagi. Setiap orang pasti membutuhkan seseorang untuk menjadi tempat berbagi dan berkeluh kesah. Keinginan untuk berbagi dengan seseorang itu dapat dikatakan sebagai salah satu faktor pendorong pencarian pasangan hidup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Memang dalam hal berbagi tidak perlu dilakukan dengan pasangan. Berbagi dapat dilakukan dengan siapa saja, bisa dengan teman, orang tua, bahkan dengan orang yang tidak dikenal sekalipun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Namun, pasangan hidup adalah seseorang yang telah hidup bersama dengan kita untuk waktu yang cukup lama. Kemungkinan mereka telah mengenal kita melebihi orang lain. Mereka mengetahui kelebihan dan kekurangan kita. Pasangan hidup pun tetap ada bersama kita di saat tidak ada orang lain untuk berbagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kebutuhan untuk mempunyai orang yang selalu ada saat dibutuhkan untuk berkeluh kesah itulah yang memotivasi untuk mencari pasangan hidup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Selain untuk saling berbagi, pasangan hidup pun saling melengkapi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Setiap orang pasti mempunyai kekurangan masing-masing. Seperti yang dikemukakan Stenberg, manusia cenderung mencari pasangan yang dapat melengkapi dirinya. Melengkapi dapat diartikan di sini sebagai menutupi kekurangan. Dengan saling melengkapi, seseorang sudah mengetahui kelemahan dan kelebihan masing-masing pasangannya. Sudah mengetahui, mengenal, dan memahami kelemahan dan kelebihan pasangannya mengartikan bahwa seseorang dan pasangannya telah menjalin hubungan yang lebih dekat lagi. Hal ini akan membuat seseorang bersama pasangannya lebih terbuka dalam berbagi segala keluh kesah dan cerita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kebutuhan yang sudah diuraikan di atas adalah alasan seseorang mencari pasangan hidup. Namun, selain itu ada faktor-faktor lain yang membuat pasangan dapat mempertahankan hubungan mereka untuk jangka waktu yang lama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seperti telah diuraikan sebelumnya, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saat hubungan menjadi semakin dalam, ada beberapa hal yang menjadi semakin penting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Misalnya, saat pasangan telah menikah, anak pun menjadi hal penting. Beberapa hal yang menjadi penting tersebut, misalnya anak, menjadikan pasangan mempertahankan hubungan mereka. Misalnya, pasangan, yang telah menikah dan mempunyai anak, tengah mengalami perselisihan dalam rumah tangga mereka. Pasangan tersebut tidak hanya akan memikirkan diri mereka sendiri, mereka pun akan memikirkan anak mereka. Faktor anak ini akan membuat mereka berusaha mempertahankan rumah tangga mereka. Setelah perselisihan lewat dan rumah tangga berhasil dipertahankan, pasangan suami-istri tersebut dapat terus menjalani kehidupan keluarga mereka dan mungkin saja mereka dapat menjadi pasangan untuk selamanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jadi dapat disimpulkan bahwa kebanyakan orang mencari pasangan yang menemani mereka sepanjang hidupnya. Pasangan hidup erat hubungannya dengan cinta. Dengan cinta, dua manusia dapat menjadi satu pasangan. Bahkan lebih lanjut, dengan cinta pula, beberapa pasangan dapat memepertahankan hubungan mereka sampai maut memisahkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Namun, ternyata &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukan hanya cinta yang menjadi satu-satunya alasan manusia untuk mencari pasangan hidup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Manusia mempunyai berbagai kebutuhan dalam hidupnya. Kebutuhan-kebutuhan itu seharusnya dipenuhi oleh manusia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kebutuhan-kebutuhan yang mendasari kebanyakan orang mencari pasangan hidup adalah kebutuhan akan cinta, kebutuhan akan memiliki dan dimiliki, kebutuhan akan keamanan, kebutuhan akan berbagi, dan kebutuhan untuk saling melengkapi dengan seseorang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulisan ini dibuat sebagai tugas akhir mata kuliah Logika dan Penulisan Ilmiah di semester 1 dengan judul asli "Alasan Kebanyakan Manusia Mencari Pasangan Hidup". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulisan ini sengaja gw publikasikan karena temanya yang menarik, yaitu tentang cinta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak seperti tema-tema esai lainnya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gw mendapat nilai 72 untuk tulisan ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4214383441475705448-1132622792903451268?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1132622792903451268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1132622792903451268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1132622792903451268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1132622792903451268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/finding-life-partner.html' title='finding a life partner'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-2760727519190418478</id><published>2008-06-23T00:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:15:43.368+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>last year journey : going to university</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baru-baru ini pengumuman Ujian Masuk Bersama (UMB) Universitas Indonesia (UI) 2008 uda keluar. Tepatnya kapan gw juga kurang tau. Kalo ga tanggal 20 Juni 2008, yaa tanggal 21 Juni 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gw sendiri baru tau kemaren malem. Jadi gw agak telat taunya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas gw tau pengumuman UMB UI uda keluar, gw langsung cek website http://www.spmb.or.id/ . Itu tuh website pengumuman SPMB tahun lalu. Gw cek tuh website buat pengen liat aja, apakah alamat website pengumumannya sama atau ga. Dan ternyata sama! Cuma bedanya, judulnya bukan lagi SPMB 2007, melainkan uda diganti jadi UMB 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dan ga tau kenapa, pas gw ngeliat judul UMB 2008, gw langsung berasa agak sedih aja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gw langsung sadar kalo sekarang gw bukan lagi angkatan yang paling kecil di kampus, bukan lagi angkatan paling junior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sekarang uda ada angkatan baru, angkatan 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gw pun tiba-tiba inget tahun lalu perjalanan gw mengikuti SPMB...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Flashback suatu hari di SMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Guru gw bilang kalo SMA gw dapet formulir PMDK UI. PMDK tuh jalur penerimaan tanpa tes. Tapi sayangnya, SMA gw cuma dapet 4 formulir dan itu juga belom tentu dapet PMDKnya. Walopun begitu, temen-temen gw rebutan daftar. Gw juga donk ikutan. Haha. Ntar orang-orang yang daftar itu akan diseleksi sama guru gw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nah suatu hari guru BP sekolah gw, Bu Yosephine namanya, manggil gw, ”Tasiaa..sini deh”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gw samperin dia, ”kenapa Bu?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dia bilang, ”kamu salah satu yang dapat formulir PMDK UI”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gw jelas kaget dengernya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Terus Bu Yosephine nanya, ”kamu mau ga formulirnya?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gw bilang, ”Duh buu. Saya perlu mikir dulu. Gimana kalo besok aja saya kasi tau Ibu?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bu Yosephine mengijinkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hari itu gw mikir panjang dan tibalah gw di satu keputusan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bokap-nyokap mendukung aja keputusan gw itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya, gw nyari Bu Yosephine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pas ketemu, gw bilang, ”Bu saya ga bisa ikut PMDK UI. Formulirnya buat orang laen aja yaa. Saya lebih mau masuk Unpar. Saya ga mau masuk UI”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bu Yosephine cuma senyum, terus dia bilang, ”ya udah...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Flashback ngisi formulir SPMB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw isi Akuntansi UI pilihan pertama. Terus sebenernya gw cuma mau pilih itu aja. Tapi terus gw mikir. Gw kan sebenernya benci banget sama akun. Gw pilih akun karena gw ga tau mau milih apa, gw ga tau mau jadi apa, dan yang paling gampang cari kerja yaa akun. Sbenernnya gw agak tertarik di psikologi. Dulu pertama kali daftar kuliah, gw daftar psikologi Atmajaya. Tapi gw lepas karena gw ga yakin. Lagian kata orang, psikologi tuh susah cari kerja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya gw isi pilihan kedua gw psikologi. Awalnya mau psikologi Universitas Padjajaran (Unpad), tapi gw tiba-tiba inget kalo psikologi Unpad tesnya IPA. Males banget deh. Akhirnya gw pilih psikologi UI aja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus gw agak-agak berdoa, lebih tepatnya ngomong sama Tuhan,&lt;br /&gt;”Tuhan kalau emang saya ga cocok di akun, berarti saya akan keterima di psikologi UI, tanpa belajar atau melakukan apa-apa”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Flashback hari pertama tes SPMB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw ikut SPMB untuk memenuhi janji gw ke nyokap. Nyokap gw pun nyuruh gw ikut SPMB bukan supaya keterima. Nyokap gw ga pernah bilang, ”siapa tau keterima”. Dia malah bilang gini ke gw ”supaya kakak tau rasanya tes SPMB rame-rame. Seru loh. Bareng-bareng banyak orang”. Alasan yang aneh. Tapi karena gw uda janji untuk ikut (gw lupa gimana gw bisa mengucapkan janji ini), yaa gw harus menepati.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw tes di SMP Negeri 4. Hari pertama gw dianter bokap-nyokap. Hari itu gw lagi agak ga enak badan.&lt;br /&gt;Pas sampe depan gerbang SMPN 4, gw alesan gini sama bonyok gw ”duh ga usah ikut ya. Aku kan lagi sakit”.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bonyok gw ga kemakan bujukan rayuan gw. Huh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya dengan rasa malas luar biasa, gw masuk ke SMPN 4. Di sana gw ketemu temen-temen SMA gw. Dan dari kita semua, cuma satu atau dua orang yang belajar. Kalo gw mah ga perlu ditanya lagi. Gw jelas ga belajar. Gw ga nyentuh buku sama sekali. Bahkan gw rencana ga jawab semua soal SPMB. Gw mau tidur aja di kelas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pas di kelas, gw dapet meja yang bolong-bolong parah, kotor parah. Pokoknya keadaannya parah banget. Gw perlu bersihin dulu pake berlembar-lembar tisu. Karena keadaan meja gw yang ga mendukung, gw ga jadi tidur. Gila aja tiduran di atas meja bolong-bolong gitu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya pas soal uda dibagi, gw pun liat soal. Gw mau ngerjain aja lah. Tapi gw bingung cara ngerjainnya. Tepatnya, gw bingung mau ngerjain dimana. Meja gw kan bolong-bolong parah. Gw ga bisa ngerjain di atas tuh meja. Terus gw liat kiri-kanan, orang-orang di sekitar gw semuanya bawa alas buat nulis. Gila! Emang gw ga niat banget ikut SPMB, sampe-sampe gw ga kepikiran bawa alas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan akhirnya, dengan mengenaskannya, gw taro lembar jawabnya di atas telapak tangan kiri gw. Jadi gw mengerjakan tes SPMB dengan beralaskan tangan gw! Ironis! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pas gw liat soal matematika, lebih ironis lagi nasib gw, karena gw lupa semua rumus. Padahal rumus-rumusnya itu ga terlalu susah, agak gampang malah. Tapi karena gw ga belajar, dan gw terakhir liat tuh rumus pas belajar UAN (yang uda sekitar 2 bulan lalu), jelaslah gw uda lupa. Akhirnya gw usaha ngerjain dengan sepengingatan gw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pas tes Bahasa Indonesia, soal-soalnya kebanyakan begini ”manakah kalimat yang benar?”. Tentang aturan berbahasa gitu kebanyakan. Gila gila gila! Gw mana tau. Gw di SMA aja ga terlalu belajar gituan. Dan gw ga ikutan bimbingan belajar SPMB. Well... gw ikutan sih sebenernya, tapi semester 1 (pelajaran IPA pula). Pas semester 2 dan intensif, gw ga pernah masuk sama sekali. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pas Inggris, gw agak bisa sih. Walaupun ga bisa banget, tapi mendingan lah dibanding performa gw di matematika ama Bahasa Indonesia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw bisa ngerjain ga sampe setengah dari 75 soal. Dan yang gw merasa bisa pun, gw ga yakin bisa. Tapi gw ngerjain 75 soal!! Semua gw isi! Ga ada yang gw kosongin. Hahaha. Pede total.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya dan akhirnya hari pertama selesai. Huih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Flashback hari kedua tes SPMB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hari kedua ini kebetulan banget bertepatan dengan hari gw harus ke sekolah buat cap 3 jari. Jadi gw ke SMA gw dulu, ketemu temen-temen dan guru. Di sana gw juga ketemu banyak temen yang ikut SPMB. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pas gw cap 3 jari, gw ngomong sama temen gw ”Ehh kita cabut SPMB aja yuk!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan gw bodohnya ngomong gitu depan guru gw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus guru gw, namanya Bu Maria, kira-kira bilang gini ”Ya ampun Tasia. Kamu tuh...” . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw lupa lanjutannya. Tapi intinya menasehati gw supaya gw ga cabut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Temen-temen gw yang gw ajakin cabut emang ga ada yang mau. Huhh. Mereka mah emang &lt;em&gt;bullshit&lt;/em&gt; aja. Bilangnya ga niat SPMB, tapi diajakin cabut ga mau. Gw yakin banget mereka tuh sebenernya niat, tapi ga mau ngaku aja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karena ga dapet temen cabut bareng, gw pun berangkat ke SMPN 4 lagi, dan ikut tes SPMB hari kedua. Kali ini gw agak pinter, gw minjem alas kayu punya temen gw. Kebetulan dia bawa dua. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hari itu gw tes kemampuan IPS. Gw ga ada kata deh buat mendeskripsikan kebodohan gw di tes ini. Gw cuma bisa bilang kalo gw tuh anak IPA, gw ga ikut bimbel IPS, dan gw cuma pernah ikut bimbel IPA (itu pun semester 1). Kebayang donk kemampuan gw di IPS gimana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bahkan saking gw ga bisanya ngerjain, gw ngerjain tuh tes tanpa liat soal! Serius! Gw Cuma liat pilihan jawabannya. Terus gw sok pake feeling aja mana jawaban yang bener. Soalnya gw uda males banget baca soalnya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw ga bisa semua soal. Tapi gw ngisi 60 soal dari 75 soal. Kepedean abis! Gw sih maunya ngisi semua, tapi gw belom segila itu. Lagian kombinasi angka 60 dari 75 soal bagus juga. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang penting SPMB uda selesai. Hasilnya apa gw ga peduli. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw pengen tau juga sih hasil gw. Pengen liat nilai gw minus ato ga. Hahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Flashback 2 Agustus 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanggal 2 Agustus 2007 adalah hari pengumuman SPMB. Gw tau hari itu pengumuman SPMB. Tapi sumpah gw ga ada niat ngecek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banyak alesan kenapa gw memutuskan untuk ga ngecek pengumuman SPMB. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pertama, kartu peserta SPMB gw ga tau kemana. Jadi gw males banget nyarinya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kedua, gw juga ga tau alamat website pengumumannya. Dan gw pun males nanya-nanya, atau nyari-nyari keterangan di buku panduan (karena buku panduannya juga ga tau kemana). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketiga, gw yakin banget ga keterima. Bahkan gw sama sekali ga ngarepin keterima, ga pernah mikir keterima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengumuman SPMB keluar pukul 20.00 WIB. Tapi gw bahkan ga ada usaha buka komputer. Gw lagi enak-enaknya nonton Cinta Fitri. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus tiba-tiba jam 21.00 temen gw, Yussi sms. Dia bilang dia keterima komunikasi UI.&lt;br /&gt;Pas gw baca sms itu, gw langsung mikir gini, ”mampus gw! Gw di Bandung gimana?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw ama Yussi emang rencana mau kuliah di Universitas Parahyangan (Unpar). Kita uda bareng-bareng bayar, bareng-bareng nyari tempat kos, bareng-bareng nyari tempat seru di Bandung. Pokoknya kita uda Bandung banget! Gw bahkan uda beli TV, beresin baju, beli alat bersih-bersih buat di Bandung. Minggu depan Unpar uda mulai masuk soalnya. Jadi gw uda siap-siap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang Yussi keterima UI. Dia pasti ambil UI. Gw yakin. Sedangkan gw? Gw bakal di Bandung sendiri. Gw galau banget tuh. Takut juga di sana sendiri. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya, gw berusaha ga mikirin, terus jam 22.30 gw masuk kamar, mau tidur. Tapi gw ga bisa tidur. Ga tepat banget deh insomnia gw ini! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya pukul 23.00 gw buka komputer aja. Gw mau chatting. Terus tiba-tiba gw inget pengumuman SPMB. Dan tiba-tiba pula gw terpikir untuk ngecek. Langsung aja gw cari kartu peserta gw dimana. Butuh waktu stengah jam nyarinya. Tuh kartu baru ketemu sekitar jam 23.30. akhirnya gw buka situs pengumumannya. Gw cari-cari di internet gitu alamat websitenya. Terbukalah tuh website, terus gw isi nomor peserta gw. Abis itu gw buka window laen. Gw buka-buka web laen. Baru beberapa menit kemudian gw balik ke website SPMB itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dan ini hasilnya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SPMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SELEKSI PENERIMAAN MAHASISWA BARU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Selamat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peserta dengan nomor &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2072101608&lt;/span&gt; diterima di program studi &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;223546&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jangan tanya deh gimana perasaan gw saat gw baca ini, karena gw ga punya kata yang bisa menggambarkan perasaan gw saat itu. Gw bahkan ga pernah punya perasaan kayak gitu sebelomnya, bahkan sampe sekarang gw blom pernah punya lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw langsung cari buku panduan SPMB. Untungnya ketemu. Dan ternyata gw keterima Psikologi UI. Pas gw tau gw keterima itu, gw agak merinding aja. Apalagi mengingat doa gw dulu. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw pengen ngabarin ini ke semua orang tentunya. Tapi saat itu uda malem banget. Orang rumah gw uda pada tidur. Gw pun ga enak nelpon temen gw. Gw nelpon Yussi ga diangkat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Akhirnya.. gw cuma sempet ngabarin ini ke Yussi lewat sms, dan juga ke temen gw yang lagi chat bareng, Christy. Setelah itu, gw masuk kamar. Mencoba untuk tidur lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dan berakhirlah hari itu .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Satu tahun uda berlalu sejak hari itu, dan sekarang gw tercatat sebagai mahasiswi psikologi UI tahun 2007. Panjang kalo gw juga ceritain perjalanan gw akhirnya memilih psikologi UI daripada Unpar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pokoknya, saat-saat itu penuh kebimbangan, dukungan, tangis, tawa, dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang kayak gw yang keterima UI karena keberuntungan semata itu sedikit banget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cuma sekian persen kali dari semua anak UI. Dan gw jelas merasa &lt;em&gt;thankful &lt;/em&gt;banget menjadi sekian persen itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pendapat gw tentang UI tetep ga berubah. Gw selalu bilang kalo UI bukan segalanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tapi, untuk orang-orang yang niat masuk UI, dan mereka harus kerja keras banget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gw bisa bilang ke mereka kalo itu &lt;em&gt;worth it &lt;/em&gt;. Serius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dan sampe hari ini, gw ga pernah nyesel milih Psikologi UI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ga pernah sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It’s a blessing, miracle, and unregretful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-2760727519190418478?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/2760727519190418478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=2760727519190418478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2760727519190418478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/2760727519190418478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/baru-baru-ini-pengumuman-ujian-masuk.html' title='last year journey : going to university'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6149485116870839179</id><published>2008-06-22T01:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:33:05.204+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>FISHERMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hampir semua manusia itu pemancing ikan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ada manusia yang suka memancing ikan yang sulit dipancing sehingga ia harus berusaha keras. &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;Ada juga manusia yang suka memancing ikan yang gampang dipancing sehingga dengan usaha sedikit aja, ikan itu bisa kepancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bahkan, tinggal dijaring aja sekalian, ga perlu repot-repot mancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sekarang pertanyaannya, bukan lo mau jadi pemancing yang mana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;melainkan lo&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mau jadi ikan yang mana?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yang gampang dipancing sehingga tinggal dijaring aja, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;atau yang susah dipancing sehingga kalo ada yang mau dapetin lo, si pemancing harus usaha luar biasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;inspirasi dari kata-kata temen gw, Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-6149485116870839179?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6149485116870839179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6149485116870839179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6149485116870839179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6149485116870839179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/fisherman.html' title='FISHERMAN'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-6120638343326923163</id><published>2008-06-19T23:15:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:01:31.445+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>my favourite quotes from my favourite tv shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love watching TV shows so much. I love American TV shows. I love TV shows which have many meaningful conversations in it. For examples, Grey's Anatomy, One Tree Hill, Friday Night Lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I watch those TV shows, I always wait for the meaningful sentences in the dialogue. And almost every episode has the meaningful sentences which becomes quotes that I always remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how the writer can make such beautiful sentences. Simple but meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this time, I want to share my favorite quotes from my favorite tv shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215074751202936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SF-q2waPRgI/AAAAAAAAABI/3fDdV6M6V5Q/s320/greys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Grey's Anatomy Season 2 Episode 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pick me. Choose me. Love me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Grey's Anatomy Season 3 Episode 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Time flies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Grey's Anatomy Season 3 Episode 25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“I can't leave you, but you are constantly leaving me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Grey's Anatomy Season 4 Episode 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Change… We don’t like it. We fear it. But we can’t stop it from coming. We either adapt to change, or we get left behind. It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying. But here’s the truth; sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes… oh, sometimes change is good… sometimes change… is everything” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215075179635346274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SF-rPscfC2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/5W-GGwu2KAc/s320/oth1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-One Tree Hill Season 3 Episode 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;“Most of our life is a series of images. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-One Tree Hill Season 5 Episode 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The rest of your life is a long time and whether you know it or not it's being shaped right now. The rest of your life is being shaped right now with the dreams you chase, the choices you make and the person you decide to be. The rest of your life is a long time and the rest of your life starts right now”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215076667474211826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SF-smTE6c_I/AAAAAAAAABc/I4hzsxSZ-cY/s320/fnl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Friday Night Lights Season 1&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Episode 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Give all of us gathered here tonight the strength to remember that life is so very fragile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are all vulnerable and we will all at some point in our lives fall; we will all fall. We must carry this in our hearts…that what we have is special. That it can be taken from us and that when it is taken from us we will be tested…we will be tested to our very souls. We will now all be tested. It is these times…it is this pain that allows us to look inside ourselves” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;-Friday Night Lights Season 1&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Episode 22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Every man at some point in his life is going to lose a battle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He is going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fight and he is going to lose. But what makes him a man is at the midst of that battle he does not lose himself”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beside those, there are still many memorable quotes from those TV shows. You have to watch by yourself if you want to know. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I like the most about those quotes is how real those are. I can compare the meaning of those quotes to reality. The quotes simply describe what I’ve been going through in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you agree with me??&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/4214383441475705448-6120638343326923163?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/6120638343326923163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=6120638343326923163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6120638343326923163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/6120638343326923163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favourite-quotes-from-my-favourite.html' title='my favourite quotes from my favourite tv shows'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SF-q2waPRgI/AAAAAAAAABI/3fDdV6M6V5Q/s72-c/greys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-1248054519445804277</id><published>2008-06-17T17:20:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:13:30.743+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><title type='text'>special organization in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It happened like two years ago, and it also had ended. It is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OSIS 2006-2007 St. Theresia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You may wonder why I write this in here right now. Well... I want to do it. And besides, this is the best OSIS I’ve ever been with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSIS 06-07 had Andrew “&lt;strong&gt;Jidath&lt;/strong&gt;” as our leader. &lt;strong&gt;Yussi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Edo&lt;/strong&gt; are as Jidath’s representative. I am (&lt;strong&gt;Tasia&lt;/strong&gt;) as a secretary. &lt;strong&gt;Winanto&lt;/strong&gt; is as "bendahara". &lt;strong&gt;Miranda &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Harris&lt;/strong&gt; worked as public relations. &lt;strong&gt;Jane &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Lisa&lt;/strong&gt; also worked together in art sector, &lt;strong&gt;Rosa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sisca&lt;/strong&gt; are as what we called “sie pendidikan”, &lt;strong&gt;Steven&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Danny&lt;/strong&gt; in sports sector, &lt;strong&gt;Mega&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Anas&lt;/strong&gt; in religious sector, &lt;strong&gt;Dewi&lt;/strong&gt; is as what we called “sie upacara”. And last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt; I who manage the school magazine which calls Inspirath.&lt;br /&gt;We are seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, I wasn’t sure that I can happy with this OSIS 2006-2007 because I wasn't like OSIS 2005-2006. Well, OSIS 2005-2006 succeeded. Maybe one of the best OSIS Theresia ever had (if you remember the successful Theresia Cup). But this OSIS was never feels like home. Amost all juniors in OSIS 2005-2006 weren’t comfortable. We all just waited this OSIS to be over. I always looked for reasons why I didn’t come to the OSIS meeting. Actually, there’s only one reason: because I don’t want to. If I felt tired, I wouldn’t go to the meeting. I prefer to go home and had a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then OSIS 2005-2006 ended. and OSIS 2006-2007 STARTED. This OSIS 2006-2007 was so different than OSIS 2005-2006. I felt that difference. If I was tired, I didn’t go home. I went to R.OSIS. I met my other OSIS friends and magically I felt entertained. OSIS 2006-2007 is exactly the opposite of OSIS 2005-2006. OSIS 2005-2006 succeeded for the work programs like Theresia Cups, but failed in making friendship. But OSIS 2006-2007 not too succeeded in work programs, but we have friendship. And that’s what matters.&lt;br /&gt;OSIS 2006-2007 is my last OSIS in my last year in high school. I am always thankful to be the part of this OSIS. Because it gave me the most impressive moment in high school. To be honest, it is one of my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about a year since we had ended it. Everything has changed, everyone has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jidath, me, Yussi, Dewi, Jane, Rosa, Jane graduated last year…And in university right now. Trying to go after our dreams.. Jidath is going to Binus International University. I hope he still playing music. He is good at it. I and Yussi are still friends in Indonesia University. Dewi and Jane are studying abroad. Rosa is studying accounting in Atmajaya University. And Andrew is trying to be a one hell of art designing in Binus University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winanto, Edo, Steven, Harris, Danny, Anas, Mega, Sisca, Miranda, Lisa has just graduated this year. They are all, except Anas, becoming OSIS again for 2007-2008. In January 2008, they made a big event (Theresia Cup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winanto is still quiet, I guess. I think Edo is still a person who have so much creative ideas in his head. And I think now Edo learn how to make those ideas become reality. Steven is always someone who you can count on. As well as Harris. I hope Harris has more good time in OSIS 2007-2008 more than he ever had. Danny is always my favourite for always being weird. By the way he want to be a doctor. Anas is one of the smartest. We didn’t succeed to bring her back to OSIS 2007-2008. But I’m sure, she always helps her friends in OSIS. I think Mega and Sisca are still people who work hard in OSIS, and love gossips too. And I know for sure Miranda and Lisa still the one who bring so much drama to OSIS. I know they’re still best friends. And bitchy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing: we are still friends. and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, I wrote this story in my old blog 1 year ago. But I deleted that blog. Now I have new blog and suddenly I want to publish this story again. I don't change the story at all. I just edited some words. I even publish this story with the same title like 1 year ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-1248054519445804277?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/1248054519445804277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=1248054519445804277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1248054519445804277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/1248054519445804277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/special-organization-in-my-mind.html' title='special organization in my mind'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214383441475705448.post-4192092925312005400</id><published>2008-06-16T00:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:01:31.688+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SFVTbP7KQPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ulFfTXxvszc/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212163871347458290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SFVTbP7KQPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ulFfTXxvszc/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kemarin hari Sabtu tanggal 14 Juni 2008 adalah tepat setahun gw lulus dari SMA. Dan kebetulan, kemarin gw jalan bareng dengan temen-temen sma gw. Uda lama banget kita ga jalan bareng rame-rame gini. Biasanya paling gw cuman jalan bareng Andrew, Rosa, Yussi, Adhit, dan Cu. Tapi kali ini beda, ada banyak yang ikut. Ada &lt;strong&gt;gw, Andrew, Rosa, Yussi, Adhit, Christy, Kodi, Nathan, Marcya&lt;/strong&gt;. Terus ada &lt;strong&gt;Pauline &lt;/strong&gt;dan &lt;strong&gt;Bonar &lt;/strong&gt;juga sempet dateng bentar. Gw ama Christy yang ngerencanain ini semua. Hebat kan gw. Sang EO sejati. Hahahahaa. Tapi sayangnya si Cu ga bisa dateng. Katanya dia sakit gitu. Hiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita rencananya pengen karaoke. Emang kita dari dulu sering banget karaoke. Kita janjian jam 2 di Sarinah. Tapi ngaret jadi jam 3an karena gw telat!!!! Maaf yaa semua.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya pas gw dateng jam 3an gitu, gw dengan paniknya naik ke lantai 13 Sarinah. Terus ketemu deh sama mereka semua. Mereka dengan santainya sedang duduk di lobi Inulviztanya. Setelah gw tanya, ternyata mereka belom mesen kamar. Bodohnya!!! Pede banget pula duduk di situ. Akhirnya gw pesenin atas nama gw!! EO yang hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus kita masuklah kamar karaoke yang large dan mulailah kita pilih-pilih lagu. Lagu-lagu yang dipilih pun ga berkisar dari biasanya. Lagu wajibnya tuh OK-T2, Girlfriend-Avril Lavigne, Indonesian Idol, Disco Lazy Time-Nidji, dan segala lagu norak lainnya yang enak dinyanyiin. Biasanya sih lagu-lagu norak gitu dipilih sama si Rosa, Andrew, Yussi. Sedangkan cowok-cowok kayak Christy (Christy itu cowok loh), Kodi, Adhit milih lagu-lagu mellow bertema cinta ga penting.&lt;br /&gt;Lagu-lagu yang dipilih tuh nostalgia abis. Pas kita nyanyi lagu Kisah Kasih di Sekolah-Chrisye, gw langsung ga setuju gitu ama lirik nih lagu. Ada liriknya gini ”masa-masa paling indah.. masa-masa di sekolah”. Ga banget. Mnurut gw masa SMA gw sucks banget. I hate theresia. No offense buat anak theresia.&lt;br /&gt;Pas nyanyi Girlfriend pun kita langsung bernostalgia abis dengan masa SMA. Suka ama cowok yang uda punya cewek. Ehh cewenya biatch juga. Jadi pengen ngegampar deh. Ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita karaoke selama 2 jam. Dan menghabiskan uang sebanyak Rp 200.000an ribu. Gw harus bayarin Andrew pula. Gara-gara dia uda berbaik hati membuatkan gw logo. Abis karaoke banyak yang musti pulang. Padahal itu baru sekitar jam 6an gitu. Sedangkan gw lagi males banget pulang. Gw bujuk-bujuk lah mereka supaya jangan pulang dulu. Tapi mereka tetep pengen pulang. Menyebalkannya!! Alasannya macem-macem. Si Marcya harus ke kawinan. Rosa ke gereja!!!!!(Gila ga tuh??) Terus si Adhit harus tiba-tiba pulang. Gw jadi ga bisa nebeng pulang Adhit deh. Hahaha. Si Yussi juga harus pulang gara-gara tangannya yang kegigit serangga mulai gatel lagi. Terus kayaknya dia juga uda disuruh pulang sama nyokapnya. Konyol-konyol kan alesannya. Tapi yaa itulah anak theresia. Tetep ga berubah. Punya alesan aja untuk pulang cepet. Hahahaha. But they are still my friends, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya abis karaoke, kita makan bentar di Karapitan. Abis itu, semua pada pulang. Huhh. Dan tinggallah gw, Nathan, Andrew, Christy, Kodi. Kita bingung gitu mau kemana. Si Christy mau ke SMA gw dulu karena katanya anak-anak laen lagi pada ngumpul. Yaa jelaslah gw nolak. Males banget ke sana. Akhirnya gw ama Andrew ikut mobil Nathan, dan Christy ikut mobil Kodi. Gw, Andrew, Nathan mau nonton di Blitz. Tapi si Nathan gatel pengen ke SMA gw juga. Dia muter gitu lewatin SMA gw dulu. Untungnya kita ga liat siapa-siapa. Mungkin karena gelap juga. Abis itu, kita langsung ke Blitz. Nyampe di Blitz, kita lita-liat film. Kita pengen nonton film yang jam stengah 8an aja biar ga terlalu malem. Film yang maen jam sgitu Cuma Made of Honor, dan gw, Andrew uda nonton. Jadinya kita ga jadi nonton deh. Cuma numpang ke wc doank di Blitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis gitu, kita bertiga jalan-jalan ga jelas. Terus ketemu sama FunWorld (sejenis TimeZone gitu). Kita bertiga maen-maen deh di situ. Maen balap-balapan mobil, lempar-lemparan bola, pukul-pukul si buaya. Cuma bentar tapi lumayan menyenangkan. Kita dapet 27 tiket gitu. Akhirnya kita tukerin sama permen-permen deh. Emang cuma bisa nukerin sama permen sih.&lt;br /&gt;Dari FunWorld, kita ke foodcourt. Ga ada niat untuk makan sih soalnya abis dari karaoke kita uda makan di Karapitan. Kita cuma mau duduk aja. Karena pas itu foodcourt lagi rame banget dan kita takut diusir karena cuma duduk doank, kita bertiga pun patungan beli pizza. Abis pesen pizza, si Christy dan Kodi dateng deh. Terus kita berlima jalan-jalan ga jelas. Gw cuma nunggu bokap gw jemput. Sempet sih ngobrol-ngobrol bentar. Tapi ga banyak. Paling gw becanda-becanda ga jelas sama si bodoh Andrew. Maen sindir-sindiran, pancing-pancingan sama Christy. Kalo ama Nathan, paling ngomongin kuliah dan cinta SMA. Hahaha. Ama Kodi, gw ga terlalu banyak ngobrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah jalan-jalan ga jelas, kita mutusin mau nonton air terjun yang katanya nari-nari itu. Pas itu jam 9. Ehh tiba-tiba bokap gw nelpon, katanya dia uda jemput. Ya uda deh, gagal rencana nonton air terjun. Gw sama Andrew akhirnya pulang deh. Sedangkan Christy, Nathan, Kodi tetep berjalan-jalan ga jelas. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... dari jalan-jalan kemarin ini lumayan nyenengin sih. Apalagi kita uda lama ga ketemu. Jadi ajang melepas kangen juga. Ga banyak sih yang berubah dari kita semua setelah setahun. Gw misalnya masih aja tetep benci theresia (SMA gw), dan masih berusaha mencintai theresia. Padahal gw uda setahun lulus coba. Si bodoh Andrew tetep aja bodoh. Hahahaha. Tetep sok gaul, sok gaya, gila karaoke. Eh tapi tengkyu banget loh buat Andrew ini karena uda mau nemenin gw sampe gw dijemput!!! Tengkyuu. Terus si Yussi sama Rosa masih aja gila karaoke juga. Masih haus drama dan gosip. Marcya masih tetep berambut pendek. Masih kliatan pendiem, padahal pengen bergosip juga. Hahaha. Terus ada si Christy yang penampilannya masih sama-sama aja kayak dulu. Ada Nathan yang tetep pemalas. Hahaha. Jadi inget IP lo nat. Hahaa. Nathan juga tetep masih sangat amat merokok. Ada Kodi yang juga katanya masih pinter, ga terlalu banyak omong. Dan terakhir, ada Adhit yang ga berubah juga. Masih sok mau nyari drama, padahal ga berani juga. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang paling sama menurut gw adalah bagaimana sebagian besar dari kita belum bisa move on dengan cinta SMAnya. Padahal menurut gw, masa SMA kan uda berakhir, jadi seharusnya cinta SMA yang ada pun juga berakhir. Yaa gw sih berharap terbaik aja deh buat mereka yang masih terbayang-bayang cinta SMA. Siapa tau one day mereka bisa menyelesaikan dan menutup semua cinta-cinta SMA yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun banyak hal yang sama, banyak juga hal yang berubah. Kalo dari gw yang berubah tuh rambut. Ahhahaha. Rambut gw tambah pendek. Huhh. Si Andrew tambah jago design. Buktinya gw, Rosa, dan lain-lain suka banget minta tolong Andrew buat urusan design. Kalo Rosa sama kayak gw, yang berubah rambutnya. Cuma bedanya, rambut dia tambah panjang. Jauh lebih panjang dari dulu. Yussi uda punya pacar. Christy tambah pintar. Hahaha. Tambah pinter mancing. Dan yang berubah tuh pandangan gw ke Christy. Di mata gw seorang Christy jadi lebih positif, lebih asyik, lebih seru. Nathan tambah kribooo!!!!! Dan untuk Kodi dan Adhit, gw rasa mereka berdua lebih move on (terserah mau diartiin apa. haha) dari sebelumnya. Lebih mencoba mengerti satu sama lain. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi itulah cerita di hari Sabtu tepat satu tahun setelah lulus. Banyak yang tetap sama, banyak juga yang berubah. &lt;em&gt;”sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same”.&lt;/em&gt; Dan seperti kata sahabat gw, Jane Beatrix, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“done with high school is the good thing,but you are not gonna be done with your friends. that's the best thing”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214383441475705448-4192092925312005400?l=yuhudabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/feeds/4192092925312005400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214383441475705448&amp;postID=4192092925312005400' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4192092925312005400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214383441475705448/posts/default/4192092925312005400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuhudabi.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-more-things-change-more-they.html' title='sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same'/><author><name>tasiatannud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119163988863130453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/THiueKagkjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AuDcunxg7RE/S220/32581_389487284806_568694806_4081701_1032017_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68eaGvjMMgg/SFVTbP7KQPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ulFfTXxvszc/s72-c/DSC00301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
