<?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-4538134394723121744</id><updated>2012-01-02T04:03:23.566-08:00</updated><category term='abstract'/><category term='serius'/><category term='philosphy'/><category term='fiksi'/><category term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>i c h a o t i c</title><subtitle type='html'>dreams are never too high to reach..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-5901989362829834638</id><published>2009-08-29T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:06:00.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>pindah rumah :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. I've decided. I moved my blog :D. for some personal reasons. lol.&lt;br /&gt;click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ichaotic.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4538134394723121744-5901989362829834638?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/5901989362829834638/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=5901989362829834638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5901989362829834638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5901989362829834638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/08/pindah-rumah-d.html' title='pindah rumah :D'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-5114289719926420107</id><published>2009-08-20T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:48:33.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>mantan desperate, enaknya diapain?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"kamu keluar rumah. sekarang. aku tunggu di depan pager sampai kamu mau keluar."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;apa itu?! stalker? bukan, tapi mirip. itu mantan saya :((&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dulu, lima tahun yang lalu, saya pernah pacaran sama seorang cowok. ganteng, anak orang kaya, banyak yang naksir. pokoknya the it-boy lah. &lt;i&gt;bangga ya cha?&lt;/i&gt; awalnya iya. jaman temen-temen seangkatan saya masih pada pacaran naik motor bebek, pacar saya udah bawa mobil. jaman pacar-pacar temen saya masih kucel-kucel, pacar saya gemerlap berkilau di tengah kerumunan. &lt;i&gt;wah pamer-pamer dong cha?&lt;/i&gt; sekali lagi, awalnya iya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lama-lama, eh nggak lama juga ding. sebentar, sebentar banget malah, rasa bangga itu luntur, ganti jadi malu, plus ilfil. kenapa? well, saya tipe cewek yang berpendapat bahwa &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the sexiest part of a man's body is his brain" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and he didn't meet that condition :(. yah, taulah maksudnya.. dia (maaf) agak nggak nyambung gitu. bukan cuma lemot, tapi beneran gak tau. it was seriously frustating :((&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so I broke up with him. dan dia ga terima diputusin sama saya. sampai beberapa tahun kemudian, sampai sekarang, dia masih keukeuh ngejar-ngejar saya. oke, nggak papa juga kali ya kalo cuma mau temenan, menjaga hubungan baik sama mantan gitu, tapi kalo sampe kirim-kirim sms teror macem gitu.. haduhh. mengerikan. dan merepotkan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pernah waktu saya pulang kampung, dia meneror teman-teman saya supaya mau kasih tau saya lagi dimana, sama siapa, uda punya pacar lagi apa belum. and after he found out what I was doing, he followed me around a whole day. bener-bener diikutin dalam arti sebenernya. saya boncengan motor saya sahabat saya, jalan-jalan keliling kota, dia ngikutin di belakang saya pake motor juga. saya udah usir dia, dengan cara halus maupun kasar. dari yang sindir-sindir sampe saya beneran ngomong &lt;i&gt;"KAMU TUH GANGGU TAU GAK SIH?! MAUNYA APA?!"&lt;/i&gt; di depan banyak orang di warung es teler gitu. dia malah senyum-senyum sambil bilang, &lt;i&gt;"aku pengen jalan-jalan sama kamu.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ya Allah gustiiiii. tebel muka bangett!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;setahun ke belakang, saya belum punya pacar. bingung mau minta perlindungan siapa. terus sekarang saya udah ada yang jagain, dan udah lumayan tenang. begitu si mantan desperate ini ganggu-ganggu, langsung saya umpankan ke mas pacar. dilalap habis deh, ga tau diapain aja sama dia. walau cuma lewat sms, ternyata lumayan manjur. he stopped calling me--or stalking me, in this case--for a few months. setelah itu kambuh lagiii.. &lt;i&gt;*jambak-jambak rambut*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dua bulan terakhir ini dia nemu saya di facebook, he added me and sent me messages. saya confirm dia, sebagai bukti kesopanan dan niatan baik buat nggak musuhan sama mantan. eh ternyata isi message nya bikin esmosih.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hai cha. makasih ya uda di confirm. aku kangen kamu. kamu apa kabar sekarang? di sini rasanya sepi banget nggak ada kamu.. kapan2 ketemuan yuk? kamu pasti kangen juga kan sama aku? ;)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya ga bales. takut misuh-misuh histeris.. &lt;i&gt;*menghela nafas panjang*&lt;/i&gt;. eh beberapa hari yang lalu dia ajak chat via facebook. dan berhubung saya lagi ga ada kerjaan, saya bales deh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt;: halo cha. aku kangen kamu deh. apa kabar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saya&lt;/b&gt;: hai. baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt;: kuliah dimana sekarang? jurusan apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saya&lt;/b&gt;: undip. arsitektur. &lt;i&gt;*I didn't even bother to ask the same things.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt;: wah di semarang ya? aku juga kuliah di semarang loh. kapan2 ketemuan yuk? kamu dimana sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saya&lt;/b&gt;: di rembang. sama pacarku. &lt;i&gt;*saya boong, dan sengaja bilang gini, siapa tau dia nyerah.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt;: wah uda punya pacar yaa? anak rembang juga? jarak jauh dong? uda berapa lama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saya&lt;/b&gt;: delapan bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt;: lama banget. ga bosen apa tuh pacaran selama itu sama satu cowok aja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saya&lt;/b&gt;: nggak. pacarku orangnya ASYIK dan SMART. jadi ga bakal bosen. kalo orangnya GA SMART sih seminggu juga uda kelamaan. &lt;i&gt;*I seriously used those capital letters. dan dia masih ga nyadar (atau pura2 ga nyadar)*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt;: ohh gitu yaa? kamu kangen ga sama aku? kemaren pas aku di rembang kok ga ketemu kamu ya? padahal aku pengen jalan2 lagi sama kamu..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sudah cukup segitu aja. saya ga kuat balesin chat nya dia lagi. saya takut sakit jiwa. saya frustasiii.. anyone can help?! harus diapain ini mantaaaann??! dia bilang kalo kuliah udah mulai, dia mau main ke kampus saya, dan mau ajak saya jalan-jalan. yeah right, I moved to semarang three years before him. I don't need anyone to show me around. especially him. I'll end up telling him that a red sign with a crossed "P" letter means you are not allowed to park anywhere near that sign. seriously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh my God. how did I end up dating him at the first place?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-5114289719926420107?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/5114289719926420107/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=5114289719926420107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5114289719926420107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5114289719926420107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/08/mantan-desperate-enaknya-diapain.html' title='mantan desperate, enaknya diapain?!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-242042463705964777</id><published>2009-08-20T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:51:42.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><title type='text'>rich people get robbed :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/So1Ul4tsfsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7sISxhceSL8/s1600-h/indonesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/So1Ul4tsfsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7sISxhceSL8/s320/indonesia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372042940378808002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pernah ga sih kalian liat orang miskin dirampok? pasti ga pernah. dimana2 adanya orang kaya yg dirampok, orang miskin yang merampok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadi, kalo sekarang kebudayaan kita dicuri, berarti kita kaya. cukup kaya sampai bisa dicuri, cukup kaya sampai bisa bikin negara lain iri. dan well, soal keadaan negara lain itu, ga usah dijelasin kan ya? analoginya sudah cukup jelas :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so calm down, guys. bersikaplah dengan dignity. dengan harga diri bangsa yang kaya raya. orang kaya, kalo ada barang 1 yg ilang, ga bakal panik kok. ga usah marah2 dan menghujat memaki2. God never sleeps. lagian masyarakat internasional juga tau. ga semuanya bego seperti pencuri. be calm, be at peace. God will do the rest :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo, salam dari bangsa kaya raya!&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/4538134394723121744-242042463705964777?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/242042463705964777/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=242042463705964777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/242042463705964777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/242042463705964777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/08/rich-people-get-robbed-d.html' title='rich people get robbed :D'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/So1Ul4tsfsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7sISxhceSL8/s72-c/indonesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-5153373319707452703</id><published>2009-08-11T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:24:55.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><title type='text'>something I got from my ex :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: hai cha. long time no see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: yeah, hai. so.. how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: just fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I'm married.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with one child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: yeah, I've heard about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: surprised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: curious, yes. surprised, not really :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: bet you saw that coming huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: kinda. care to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: share what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: share things about your marriage that make your smile seems bitter to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: you see it huh? you always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: unfortunately, yes. so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: well. I'm TWENTY ONE, icha. and my life's stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: oh please. if it has really stopped, you'd be like dead, by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: you know what I meant. I had to leave college and become a father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: you chose this way. you regret it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: yeah. I want to have a real life. twenty one is an age where boys hang out, make out, have girl friends, go to college, and enjoy their lives. not settle down in a house with a wife and a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: you love her? your wife, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: what was that suppose to mean? you do NOW? you didn't? wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you got her pregnant while you didn't love her?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; what the heck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: I know. but I do love her now. I really do. she followed me all the way to jogjakarta. she couldn't even manage to graduate on her high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: she.. WHAT?! hold on. how old is she again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: a year older than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: a year.. HUH?! you think you screwed you life? you screwed HER life even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: yeah I know. she refused to abort. she said she loved me and she wanted to keep my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: bet she did. you're super gorgeous, man. you were like, the most wanted guy ever. your family's wealthy. what's not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: yeah. I always wish I didn't get her pregnant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: but you did. face it. deal with it, man.. she loves you and she gave you every single thing she had in her life. if you can't love her back, at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;appreciate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: yeah I know. it's just.. ah. I keep on feeling sorry for this. for my daughter. and it's not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: God has plans. you gotta believe it. having a family doesn't mean your life's stopped. you'll see. you'll move on.. take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him: yeah. thanks cha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku selalu percaya life with free sex does exist, tapi aku ga pernah nyangka aja, ada one of my closest circle of life yg juga menjalani hidup seperti itu. that was my conversation with my ex. waktu pertama denger kalo dia uda nikah dan bahkan anaknya uda lahir, I was like: WTF?! but then again, who am I to judge? kita punya hidup masing2 dan kita yang harus bertanggung jawab. aku juga bukannya ga pernah bikin dosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not gonna curse anyone that do sex before marriage. whatever. itu idup kamu. lakukan apa yang mau kamu lakukan, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DO NOT DO SOMETHING YOU KNOW YOU'LL REGRET.&lt;/b&gt; kedengerannya simple dan banyak orang bakal &lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"ya iyalah cha. masa kita bakalan ngelakuin sesuatu yg obviously wrong?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tapi yaa boookk. kalo nafsu uda di ubun2, you'll never know what could happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadi saranku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. if you haven't done it up to today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; AVOID FREE SEX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; as much as you could. apalagi buat cewek ya. pasti uda sering banget denger, tapi banyak yang belum bener2 ngerti. it doesn't give you any good. okay, mungkin pas 'on the go' sih enak ya, tapi entar2nyaa.. ugh. nothing. trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. if you did that already, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DO NOT REGRET IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. bertobatlah (kalo bisa). jangan terus2an tenggelam di masa lalu. move on with your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fix what was broken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. papaku selalu bilang, hanya ada dua hal yang bisa kamu lakukan terhadap sebuah peristiwa buruk: menyesalinya, atau berdamai dengannya. jadi kalo kamu memutuskan berdamai dengan peristiwa itu, then just do it. let it go! jangan pernah menyesalinya lagi. tapi berdamai dengan free sex bukan berarti kamu bakal lanjut ngelakuin itu ya. NO EFFING WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. if you really, reaaaaally have to do it, well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. haha. seriously. I'm not that religious kind of person. tapi aku yakin ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tidak ada agama yang menginginkan hal buruk terjadi pada umatnya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. dan kalo free sex means bad things will happen to your life, like what happened to my ex's life, believe me, tidak ada agama yang mengizinkan. forbidden. super forbidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadi, gimana para lelaki berumur 21? atau cewek2 yang punya temen dan sodara lelaki berumur 21? got the idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah bukan cuma buat mereka, tapi buat semua orang.. got the BIG PICTURE, huh? hehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-5153373319707452703?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/5153373319707452703/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=5153373319707452703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5153373319707452703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5153373319707452703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-i-got-from-my-ex.html' title='something I got from my ex :)'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-5951530460878926946</id><published>2009-08-07T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:11:24.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksi'/><title type='text'>a twist in my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku tidak tahu bagaimana awalnya perasaanku tumbuh buat kamu. yang jelas sekarang, setiap aku melihat kamu tertawa, atau memainkan piano, atau bahkan hanya melihat kamu berdiri di antara teman-temanmu, ada sesuatu yang menahan nafasku. oke, ini klasik, tapi serius. aku deg-degan. macam anak baru gede yang jatuh cinta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ini salahmu. kenapa kamu memanggil aku ke bangku kayu panjang di depan rumahmu dan mengajakku mengobrol lama sekali malam itu? kenapa selama kita mengobrol, kamu sering sekali mengelus rambutku? kenapa kamu tersenyum seperti &lt;em&gt;itu &lt;/em&gt;kepadaku? kenapa setiap aku bangun pagi, selalu ada pesan "selamat pagi.." dari kamu di ponselku? kenapa saat sakit kamu mengadu padaku, berkata kamu membutuhkan aku? kenapa kamu bertingkah seperti lelaki yang sedang jatuh cinta? bukan. kurang lengkap. kenapa kamu bertingkah seperti lelaki yang sedang jatuh cinta &lt;em&gt;kepadaku&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku kecanduan kamu. tidak bisa sehari saja aku melewatkan pesan atau telepon darimu. aku tersenyum-senyum setiap malam sebelum tidur hanya karena membayangkan besok pagi saat aku bangun, akan ada kamu mengirimkan kata-kata yang sama seperti pagi-pagi yang lain. aku bangkit dengan energi berlebihan dan melompat mengambil ponselku yang berbunyi dengan nada dering khusus milikmu. aku jadi sering melamun. aku jadi sering &lt;em&gt;melamunkan kamu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku benci itu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;suatu hari karena aku sudah tidak kuat menanggung semua sendirian, aku bercerita kepada sahabatku. semua kudongengkan kepadanya. dia mendengarkan dengan setia, sesekali tersenyum geli dan tertawa kecil. dia bilang dia bahagia melihatku jatuh cinta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;benarkah? benarkah aku jatuh cinta kepadamu?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"aku tak mau jatuh cinta kepadanya!" desisku pada sahabatku waktu itu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"kenapa? he seems so nice. and he's definitely in love with you!" sergahnya penuh semangat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"no. I don't want to. I can't. I shouldn't."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"but why?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"WHY?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's married&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;re-post from &lt;a href="http://ngerumpi.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. originally written by me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-5951530460878926946?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/5951530460878926946/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=5951530460878926946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5951530460878926946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5951530460878926946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/08/twist-in-my-story.html' title='a twist in my story'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-5616483365935853676</id><published>2009-07-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:26:12.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>gyaaaah. miss you all ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously. I've been missing for quite a long time, huh? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might wonder why I decided to privatize (which actually has a completely different meaning) my blog. well, simply said, some people have been doing something unpleasant using this blog. so.. you know I'm not gonna let them win, don't you? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am on a devastating looooong holiday to college. and I really meant that five o's. s.long. count it from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; national exams, it's gonna be like, three months holiday. bravo. well, at least I thought so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what I've been doing to make this holiday suck a little less:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. booo. hahaha. hell yeah, I visit my boyfriend this holiday. and it's been great. we get to meet each other every single day. paradise. tellin'ya people, paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;social networking&lt;/span&gt;. you know. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ichaotic"&gt;Facebook-ing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/ichaotic"&gt;Plurk-ing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ichaotic"&gt;Twitter-ing&lt;/a&gt;. not to say that I'm all THAT into it. I don't update my status every five minutes or so, but I constantly visit those websites and read what people write in there. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ngerumpi.com"&gt;ngerumpi-ing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha. not exactly a word. that's a new website hosted by &lt;a href="http://venus-to-mars.com/"&gt;simbok venus&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sillystupidlife.com/"&gt;tante silly&lt;/a&gt;. you can post anything and comment to anything. you chat, you discuss, sometimes you debate. but it's so fun to meet this smart-wonderful people. they write awesome articles that could annoy you, tickle you, or big time, touch you in the deepest heart. it's a great great site. you should visit. and contribute. read. comment. publish ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all for the welcoming post. hoho&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep a bit earlier tonight. my bf's going off the town tomorrow morning and I want to see him off. wonder what I would do the upcoming days without him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you around, peeps! mmwaaa :*&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/4538134394723121744-5616483365935853676?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/5616483365935853676/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=5616483365935853676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5616483365935853676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5616483365935853676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/07/gyaaaah-miss-you-all.html' title='gyaaaah. miss you all ;)'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-8910764608804304629</id><published>2009-05-09T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:59:29.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>lelaki buaya darat, BUSET!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ga tau kenapa ya, tadi pas saya lagi baca komik, tiba" aja keinget ama sebuah kisah cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ceilah*&lt;/span&gt; saya yang pahit dan menyakitkan waktu kelas 1 esema dulu.. haha. pahit dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;menyakitkan. yeah, like that.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalo ga salah waktu itu bulan september ato oktober gitu, pas bulan puasa, kelas satu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;esema. saya didaulat temen" sekelas, x-3, buat ikut lomba cerdas cermat ramadhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;apparently, mereka tertipu ama penampakan saya yang pake krudung, dan emang sekelas itu cuma saya yang pake. jadilah saya dipilih secara unanimous decision, disuruh ikut sama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mawar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nama asli lho!)&lt;/span&gt;, temen sekelas saya yang rumahnya Mangkang --&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; informasi ga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;penting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;terus pas hari apaaa gitu saya lupa, pokoknya siang", hari lombanya, saya ama mawar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngejogrok di mushalla sekolah, lokasi lomba ybs. uda aja kita nunggu lama, lombanya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kayaknya molor. dan saya ngeliatin sekeliling. anak" kelas laen pada baca Qur'an ato bawa" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;buku teks Agama Islam gitu. sayanya cuma cengo aja cengar cengir di mushalla sambil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngecengin kakak" kelas. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;neways, pas lagi nunggu itulah pertama kalinya saya liat dia. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jerejerejererengg&lt;/span&gt;. dia lagi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketawa" ama tmen"nya. anaknya tinggi gede, mukanya agak arab gitu. dan kayak di pilem", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya langsung tersepona ama tampangnya. dan dengan begonya saya bengong aja gitu ngeliatin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dia sambil mulut nganga. untung ga ngiler. setelah beberapa saat saya stay di pose bodoh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;seperti itu, mendadak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DIA NENGOK KE ARAH SAYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fyi, saya masih melongo. terus.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DIA SENYUM KE SAYAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt; err, at least keliatannya dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;senyum. gatau deh kalo dalam hati dia ketawa guling" ngetawain saya yang mangap dengan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;indahnya ngeliat muke dia. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan beberapa bulan pun berlalu tanpa ada apa".. saya sempet jadian ama cowok laen, malah. hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*digampar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;terus awal februari, saya ketemu dia lagi. lagi jalan sama Rendra, temen sekelas saya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OHEMJI. lama tak jumpa, dia makin mancung saja xP. abis itu, saya langsung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;todong Rendra. saya mintain nomer hapenya doooong. dan dapet, saya inget banget, hari itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hari rebo. saya dapet nomer hape si &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kakak-kelas-yang-ganteng-dan-keliatannya-baik-tapi-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sebenernya-brengsek&lt;/span&gt; ini!! hoahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sminggu sebelum Valentine, saya sms dia, dan ditanggepin dengan sangat baik sekali sama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dia. itulah satu"nya saat saya sms dia duluan. abis hari itu, tiap hari dia sms saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;duluan. nanya basa-basi,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; "uda belajar?" "uda maem?" "uda sholat?" "uda mandi?"&lt;/span&gt; and so on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lah. kalo dipikir" sekarang sih harusnya saya curiga ama dia. belom pernah ketemu, dan baru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;smsan beberapa kali uda kaya gitu. harusnya saya nyadar dia emang cowo ga bener. player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi karena waktu itu saya sedang teler, saya mah hepi" ajah dismsin gitu haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;terus Valentine pun tiba. saya uda beli coklat buat dia. akhirnya pulang skolah, kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketemu. dia senyum, saya lemes. terus saya kasi coklatnya, dia bilang makasih, dan saya pun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;melayang jauh. terus lari pulang. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorenya, dia sms saya. saya ingeeeet banget bunyi smsnya. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh cha, coklatnya enak. aku suka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;banget. makasih ya. langsung abis nih. hehehehe."&lt;/span&gt; oh em ji. wahai para gadis, bagaimana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalian tidak termehek"?!! saya makin terjerumus ama dia. sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;beberapa hari kemudian, dia ngajak saya jalan pulang sekolah. yatuhan, saya seneng bangeeet. dandan dandan deh tuh pulang skolah. pake bedak, parfum, dkk, yang saya ga pernah pake sebelumnya, saya pakein semua. dia bilang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tunggu di kantin yaa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya ke kantin, ada dia. dia nyamperin saya, terus bilang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sori, aku ga bisa jalan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;mendadak ada rapat eskul cha. aku ketuanya, jadi harus dateng. maaf banget ya.. maaaaaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banget. lain kali pasti bisa.."&lt;/span&gt; edun, saya sedih banget. tapi demi ngeliat muka(ganteng)nya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang keliatan bersalah banget, saya maafin deh dia. saya pikir, okelah, dia emang ketuanya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sih. lagian di bilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lain kali"&lt;/span&gt; kan? hoho. harapan kosong saya membesar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;abis itu, kita masi rutin smsan. dan entah saya yang bego ato gimana, dia beberapa kali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngajakin saya jalan, dan selalu ngebatalin dengan berbagai macam alasan. dan selalu saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maafkan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harusnya &lt;/span&gt;saya sadar. harusnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;akhirnya saya ga tahan lagi. saya bilang sama dia that I have a thing about him. bukan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nembak, cuma bilang. biar lega gitu. lagian saya juga bilangnya bukan yg "aku tuh cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sama kamu, uda lama bla bla bla bla." gila aja ya. harga diri, men! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(padahal kalo dipikir" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yah, harga diri saya uda lama runtuh kali depan dia)&lt;/span&gt;.. saya bilang ke dia lewat sms, dan ga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dibales. lima jam lebih, ga dibales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;akhirnya saya telpon dia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;di reject&lt;/span&gt;. hore. makasih banyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;besoknya dia sms saya, dia bilang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"maaf ya cha. mungkin ini keliatannya kejam buat kamu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tapi aku kaya gini biar kamu ga terlanjur suka sama aku. soalnya sebenernya selama ini aku uda punya cewek cha. maaf ya. kita temenan aja ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"..sebenernya selama ini aku uda punya cewek.."&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SELAMA INI?!!&lt;/span&gt; ALL THIS TIME?! what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the..?!!&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ya dan itulah akhirnya. serius ya, saya maaaaraaaaahhhh bangeuuut. gelo ya tu cowo! after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all those messages!? weladalah. ga kira" yaa jadi cowo ga ada otaknya sama sekali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan abis itu saya masi inget banget gimana temen" se-gank nya dia ngetawain sambil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nunjuk" saya setiap ketemu di kantin ato mushalla. gatau deh dia cerita apa aja ama temen"nya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya juga inget dia jalan sama temen saya pas Pensaga, dan langsung balik kanan begitu liat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya. saya juga inget, setiap saat, sampai dia lulus, dia ga pernah berani lihat ke mata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya. dia menghindar. dia nunduk tiap ketemu, ato balik arah tiap papasan di hallway. dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tau dia salah. saya puas banget. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maka, para wanita, WASPADALAH!!! waspadai sekeliling anda, siapa tau nemu cowo rese kaya gini. hajar! bantai! kebiri kalo perlu!!!! huh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*emosi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;beberapa hari yang lalu saya nemu facebooknya dia, dan ngeliat fotonya, saya langsung log &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-8910764608804304629?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/8910764608804304629/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=8910764608804304629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8910764608804304629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8910764608804304629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/05/lelaki-buaya-darat-buset.html' title='lelaki buaya darat, BUSET!!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-8366955689128807479</id><published>2009-05-03T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:46:23.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>songs that heal me from my pains…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are 3 songs that I listen when I am down or stressed or depressed of freaking out. These are songs with a very slow tempo and encouraging lyrics. Damn deep, and motivating, and of course, calming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’ll show you how these songs are good. There are three of them, and each one has its own use for me. The first song has a very depressive lyric, the second one calms me down, and the last song encourages me to move on. Hohoho :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First song: Angel, Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And everywhere you turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are vultures and thieves at your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the storm keeps on twisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You keep on building the lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It don't make no difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Escaping one last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That is a very depressive lyric. Look at how it makes the person's life looks so miserable and full of betrayals. And why do I think that depressive lyric like this is good? Well for me, it makes me feel normal to be depressed and stressed out. Makes me feel like it is okay to hate people that betray you or hurt you, and it is fine to be helpless when you're in trouble. And isn't the first step of healing a wound is to realize that being wounded is okay? That's how the lyric works for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Second song: Everybody Hurts, The Corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When your day is long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the night, the night is yours alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you think you've had enough of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't let yourself go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cause everybody cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And everybody hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes everything is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now it's time to sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(When your day is not hold on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(If you feel like letting go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you're sure you've had too much of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's a calming lyric. This song is a much smoothed version for "SHIT HAPPENS". Ahahaha. But that's true. It is the same like when you failed on university entrance test, you were sad and very down, and then you realized that you were not the only one to feel that way. Lots of people felt the same way, and admit it, it's very calming. It makes you feel strong and less stupid. Hehe. And so as the lyric says, it tells me to "hold on", whatever that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Third song: Through the Rain, Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can stand up once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On my own and I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That I'm strong enough to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And every time I feel afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hold tighter to my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I live one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And when the wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And shadows grow close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's nothing you can't face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Guess everyone already knows this song, and it is famous for its encouraging lyric. It tells me to move on, whatever happens to me. No matter how bad the incident, I still have to move on with my life, right? It also makes me believe that I am strong. I am not that weak at all. That I can actually do what I want to do and achieve what I want to achieve. This is damn good, and after I listen to it in a silence, and more or less contemplate the incident, I really feel good. Good as in real good. And if it works for me that way, maybe it will work for you the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I promised to you on my last post that I would write something about the university entrance, and this is it. Haha. Yes you bet, I failed. I am rejected by UGM, but, thankfully, accepted in Undip, Architecture. And that was wonderful. Yes I was freaking out about UGM, I cried two days on a row, but if I don't stop regretting, I won't start thanking, right? So I quit being a whiner, and start enjoying my status as an Undip-student-to-be. Hahaha. Wish me luck for everything in my life, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And enjoy the songs, and the day, and yes, the heat of Semarang.. hahahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-8366955689128807479?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/8366955689128807479/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=8366955689128807479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8366955689128807479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8366955689128807479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/05/songs-that-heal-me-from-my-pains.html' title='songs that heal me from my pains…'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-1634794054940565016</id><published>2009-05-01T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:00:52.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>PHEW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so.. as you might see. I changed my blog's templates and it was a hell's work. all the links and the widgets were vanished in a blast. well it was actually my mistake for blogger already stated that this template I uploaded would delete those gadgets, but still.. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing urges me to change the template was Mr. Hanief's final assignment. correction, his first assignment that I had never known so it eventually becomes MY final assignment hahaha. the assignment was actually pretty easy: making a blog. and since I already have one, he told me to accessorize it a bit. with the clock and the shoutmix. I don't really like both of those gadgets, actually. I like my blog to be simple, and text only. haha *smashed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this is the new face and accessorices and the new &lt;s&gt;for the sake of formality&lt;/s&gt; post. I'll write again later on, about my soon-to-be university and my hell-on-earth final exams :D&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/4538134394723121744-1634794054940565016?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/1634794054940565016/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=1634794054940565016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1634794054940565016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1634794054940565016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/05/phew.html' title='PHEW!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-6328767873252825355</id><published>2009-04-05T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:09:23.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>yes, it's just not me. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some people may have realized that I am quite a bit different with any other girls on my age. not only because I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;girlish, but also because of my unusual responses and acts toward a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I just realized recently, my responses and point of views towards friendship is waaaaay different from those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"normal"&lt;/span&gt; girl. ahaha. yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"normal"&lt;/span&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls on my age tend to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very dependent to their friends&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, when they have problems, they would go straight to their friends. they would expect their friends to help solving those problems together and make a strong so-called best friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me, things are a complete contrary. when I got dirt, I would keep it for my self, until I couldn't resist anymore, and that happens only very rarely. and when I feel like I'd blow up alone, I would rather go to my boyfriend or my family or my bestbest friends--I got only three of them-- then tell all my girl friends about the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second thought, maybe I do that only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;because I have no girl friends&lt;/span&gt;. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not that I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; girl friends like no as in really zero, but I find it pretty hard for me to actually open to someone. people may see me as a big blabber mouth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't keep a secret&lt;/span&gt;. they may see me as a girl who shares all her love story and family story and everything she has to everyone, but the truth is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really share anything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, I got a huge problem because I tell my so-called bestfriend's secret to someone, and that secret apparently spreads to everyone on my high school. what really bugs me is that the news spreading out so wildly is not the real thing that I know. you know, it's gossip. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those stupid girls won't survive until they ruin someone's life by saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad and wrong&lt;/span&gt; things about someone&lt;/span&gt;. bad things are fine, everyone does bad things, but wrong thing, that's a crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my image is totally screwed. they call me backstabber and some even call me a bitch. but hell, I don't give any damn. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a bitch, in some ways&lt;/span&gt;. every girl has a bitch side. each of them does. some of them may not realize. some of them may realize but too scared to admit. and some of them realized it, and bluntly admit. I belong to the third group, I suppose. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, I really am guilty about this secret-spreading things, but I have rights to excuse. and my excuse is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't tell my secrets to anyone, that's why I believe, no one tells secrets to me.&lt;/span&gt; ahahaha stupiiiiiiddd yeah I know. and I'm sooooo sorry about it. I always treat people the way I wanna be treated. and because I never tell something that nobody shouldn't know, I thought everyone does too. and that turns to be wrong. huhu. sorry Mita :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the point is, you can count on me for a problem solving, but never, I'll say it again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; tell your deeeeeeepest secret to me. I'll accidentally tell it to everyone.. not in a purpose to hurt you or anything, but the thing is, I'm just not a best-girl-friend material :DD&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/4538134394723121744-6328767873252825355?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/6328767873252825355/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=6328767873252825355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6328767873252825355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6328767873252825355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-its-just-not-me-haha.html' title='yes, it&apos;s just not me. haha'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-6525922999518839445</id><published>2009-02-23T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:12:11.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>hhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;akhir akhir ini sekolah makin menjemukan. ada ketidaknyamanan disana. dengan orang orang yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengaku &lt;/span&gt;teman dan teman teman yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengaku &lt;/span&gt;sahabat, tapi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berlaku seperti musuh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap pagi saya berangkat sekolah dengan hati muram. tau bahwa hari ini saya akan sakit hati lagi. saya akan marah lagi. salah saya kah? yang terlalu naif dan menganggap sekolah saya ini sama dengan sekolah saya dulu, dimana orang orangnya tulus dan setia? atau memang orang orang ini yang salah? yang tarlalu oportunis dan memanfaatkan. sepertinya sangat mudah bagi mereka untuk melupakan dan meninggalkan. juga menyakiti dan menertawakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya jenuh. lelah. capek. muak. you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin memang saya yang muluk. saya yang berlebihan. tapi apa salah jika saya menyayangi seseorang sebagai sahabat saya? apa salah jika saya bersedia mempertaruhkan semua yang saya punya demi orang yang saya sayang? apa salah jika saya merasa tersakiti karena orang itu tidak menghargai usaha saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telalu tinggikah saya berharap? saya hanya ingin orang yang saya hargai, orang yang tidak akan saya tinggalkan, memperlakukan saya dengan cara yang setidaknya sama. orang bilang kita harus menghargai seseorang kalau ingin dihargai. kurang bagaimana saya menghargai dia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah dia tau bagaimana rasanya seseorang yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'mengaku'&lt;/span&gt; sahabatnya, justru menjadi orang pertama yang memalingkan wajah saat dia sedang bercerita? pernahkah dia tau bagaimana rasanya seseorang yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'mengaku'&lt;/span&gt; sahabatnya, justru menjadi orang pertama yang tertawa saat dia sedang terluka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah dia tau bagaimana rasanya diperlakukan seperti itu dan tetap tidak bisa membenci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jelas, dia tidak pernah tau.&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/4538134394723121744-6525922999518839445?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/6525922999518839445/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=6525922999518839445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6525922999518839445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6525922999518839445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/02/hhh.html' title='hhh...'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-5564944003539839801</id><published>2009-02-08T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T05:10:14.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>postingan yang macem macem isinya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bukan lebay bukan sihir. judul di atas adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nyata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dua minggu yang lalu saya try out bikinan sekolah. minggu ini saya try out bikinan tempat les. minggu depan saya try out bikinan PEMKOT Semarang. minggu sesudah itu saya UHT. dua minggu kedepannya saya UTS. terus bakal ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-4x&lt;/span&gt; try out lagi di sekolah. dan ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beberapa seri&lt;/span&gt; lagi di tempat les.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indahnya kehidupan SMA. High School Musical abis. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siap" gali tanah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus terus. dua hari ini langitnya nangis mulu. ujaaaaaannn terus. seneng sih, ga panas, ga banyak debu. tapi masyaolo ga kira" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinginnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sumpah dingin banget. huhuhu. tiap pagi saya mandi jam 5an, pasti uda ngerasa mo beku aja badan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nya. tiap sore ujan dereeeees banget. walhasil saya ga pernah mandi sore. hehehe. alibi ding, sebenernya emang suka males mandi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya. saya kan suka ngegambar" tuh. yang kaya d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i komik" gitu. nah beberapa hari yang lalu pacar saya mencetuskan ide buat nge-scan gambar saya, terus di publish di blog. karena ga punya scann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er, akhirnya saya memutuskan buat nitip di-scan-in sama former ketua MPK saya, aa' Zulfika Satria yang baik hati dan tidak sombong, walau suka nge-hang. hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya: jul, scan-in ini dong nih ya? kamu ada scanner kan yayaya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;julpi: hoh? iya. oke cha. tapi jgn sekarang" ya, lagi banyak try out nih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya: okeh jul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seminggu berlalu.. saya uda deg"an nunggu si gambar yang jelek itu di scan buat dipamerin di blog nyahaha. padahal sumpah jeleknya, ndak p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;antes dipajang". setelah berhari" selalu lupa nagih, suatu malem saya chat sama julpi dan kebetulan inget. akhirnya saya nagih deh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya: aa! mana gambarnya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;julpi: oh ho'o cha lupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya: wooo dasar. yauda dikirim gih sekarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. ke mail yg ini aja ya..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;saya: JUL. WOI. AA'!! JULPI!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;saya: &lt;buzz&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya: &lt;buzz&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah beberapa lama nunggu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;julpi: halo cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya: apaan halo halo. mana?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;julpi: hehe. anu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;saya: apa?! --&gt;panik, takut gambar saya diilangin sama dia. tidaaaakk&lt;br /&gt;julpi: scannernya ga bisa dipake..&lt;br /&gt;saya: .....&lt;br /&gt;saya: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JADI DARI KEMAREN BELOM DI SCAN?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julpi: iya hehehehe&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya: (annoyed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dasar. tapi sebagai (mantan) ketua MPK yg baik dan bertanggung jawab, dia mau nyariin ganti orang yg punya scanner. haha. dan ketemulah seorang nana bagai dewi penyelamatku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*halah*&lt;/span&gt;. yeyeyeye dan gambarnya akhirnya di scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang saya ga tau adalah: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scanner itu bener" menampi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lkan gambar apa adanya. jadi jelek"nya, bekas apusannya, keliatan semua. tidaaaaaaakkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/buzz&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/SY7Ynm6bG3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8twZjCKTLnU/s1600-h/Scan10010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/SY7Ynm6bG3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8twZjCKTLnU/s320/Scan10010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300411986433743730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semua &lt;/span&gt;orang: "kurang seksi, cha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okelah. saya mo belajar lagi. besok biologi nih try outnya. wish me luck ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, uda hampir tanggal 13 lagi lhoooo. nyahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4538134394723121744-5564944003539839801?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/5564944003539839801/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=5564944003539839801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5564944003539839801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5564944003539839801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/02/postingan-yang-macem-macem-isinya.html' title='postingan yang macem macem isinya'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/SY7Ynm6bG3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8twZjCKTLnU/s72-c/Scan10010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-3564046574732067428</id><published>2009-01-31T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:46:39.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>a tough week :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ada yang minta digorok nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu guru" yang ngebikin soal try out fisika, math, ama fisika pada ga sayang nyawa kayanya. huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke. oke. saya esmosih. maap ya. maap. hawa" setan dan aura kegelapan masih menutupi langit di hati saya.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*masyaolo ini ngomong apa?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. saya abis try out nih. soooo OUT. like, real out. huhuhu. hari pertama, Bahasa Indonesia ama Biologi. masi gampil lah insyaolo. walo Biologinya banyak yang mengarang bebas gitu. tapi masih lumayan. besoknya Bahasa Inggris. one of, emmm, two things (?) I'm really good at. hehe. jadi yah lancar lah. kalo cuma 5.25 sih lewat hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kemis: Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halaman pertama, enteng lah. cuma satu nomer yang agak dua kali mikirnya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. halaman kedua. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oke&lt;/span&gt;. halaman ketiga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngng??!. &lt;/span&gt;halaman keempat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*angkat alis, geleng"*. &lt;/span&gt;liat nomer, uda sampe tiga puluh, terus bawahnya tiga puluh itu ada space lumayan gede, kaya kalo misalnya soal uda mo selesai gitu. saya diem. anteng. nyari wangsit buat beberapa soal yg belom keisi. tutup soal, dan melakukan ritual-sehabis-ngerjain-tes: nggambar. lima belas menit kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ssst. cha. cha! woy cha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nomer tiga puluh tiga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"EMANG ADA?! WHAAA??!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumat: Fisika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to say. I was sooooooo doomed. huaaaaaaa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *nangis guling"*&lt;/span&gt;. doomed like, totally doomed. saya bahkan ga TAU RUMUSNYA. oke, worse, saya bahkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GA PERNAH DENGER ISTILAHNYA&lt;/span&gt;. OH-MY-DEAR-LORD-GOD. ampuni sayaaaa. fisika. ggrrrhhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"seorang anak dengan berat badan sekian kilogram menaiki perahu dengan massa sekian. apabila perahu berjalan sekian meter per sekon, lalu anak tersebut meloncat pada detik ke sekian, berapa kecepatan perahu saat anak tersebut meloncat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT-THE-HECK?! WHY ON EARTH WOULD I BE WILLING TO RISK THE HEALTH OF MY BRAIN COUNTING STUPID THINGS LIKE THAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serius. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabtu: Kimia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena malemnya saya sempet les kimia juga, jadi lumayan lah beberapa soal masih bisa hajar bleh dengan susah. tapi ada beberapa yang saya bener" ndak tau musti ngapain. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"sebuah senyawa dengan energi elektron sebeesar sekian blablabla direaksikan dengan blablabla, maka berapakah energi yang timbul?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rumus sebenarnya:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masih misteri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rumus yang saya gunakan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinggal tambahin aja. muahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"bila senyawa blablabla direaksikan dengan blablabla, berapa endapan blablabla yang timbul?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rumus sebenarnya:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something to do with moles and consentration and chemical reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rumus yang saya gunakan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ditambah, dikali, dikurangi, dibagi, diapain aja boleh asal hasil akhirnya ada di pilihan jawaban. muahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the horrible week ended. ended with my weird teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird? iye weird banget. jadi dia kasih ulangan dadakan, dengan alasan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"saya ga mau kalian mengkarbit diri sendiri semalam sebelum ulangan. jadi saya kasihnya mendadak, biar tau kemampuan asli kalian. kalo saya kasih tau sebelumnya pasti kalian mengkarbit diri seendiri biar apal, kan? saya ga suka yang kaya gitu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelajaran moral dari guru tersebut: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAGA USAH BELAJAR KALO MAU ULANGAN, SEMESTERAN, ATOPUN UJIAN" YANG LAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak, apakah Bapak berusaha menyesatkan kami yang sudah sesat ini? huhuhuhuhu&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/4538134394723121744-3564046574732067428?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/3564046574732067428/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=3564046574732067428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/3564046574732067428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/3564046574732067428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/01/tough-week.html' title='a tough week :|'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-994794570578838378</id><published>2009-01-24T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:29:51.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><title type='text'>We Will Not Go Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blinding flash of white light&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People running for cover&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They came with their tanks and their planes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With ravaging fiery flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And nothing remains &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the night, without a fight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But our spirit will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will not go down&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Gaza tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Women and children alike &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murdered and massacred night after night &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the so-called leaders of countries afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Debated on who’s wrong or right &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their powerless words were in vain &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bombs fell down like acid rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But through the tears and the blood and the pain &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the night, without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our spirit will never die &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not go down &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Gaza tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/238213333.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's &lt;a href="http://www.michaelheart.com/"&gt;Michael Heart&lt;/a&gt;'s song, We Will Not Go Down. you can read everything you need to know on his official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to this song reeeally breaks my heart. it shows us how much he cares, and--so real, how heart-breaking is the condition in Palestine with all those bombing and terrorizing. thousands and thousands of women and children and old people are murdered. man, that's just pathetic. and bad. very bad. oh my God I'm running out of bad swear words to say. aaaahh. it's just.. aahh. inappropriate! they are damned evils! how could they do that to other people?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give any damn about religious belief that they hold on to, that they say is the cause of the war. I don't care about how Jewish hate Muslims. yes I am sad that they hate Muslims so much--as I am Muslim too. but for God's sake! I have faith that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO RELIGION WOULD ASK ITS FOLLOWERS TO KILL OR EVEN HURT OTHER HUMAN BEINGS&lt;/span&gt;. my GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't do anything. I can only pray and pray and curse Israel. but I am sure that God has something behind all this suffer. may God bring strength and power to our brothers and sisters in Palestine. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/4538134394723121744-994794570578838378?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/994794570578838378/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=994794570578838378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/994794570578838378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/994794570578838378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-will-not-go-down.html' title='We Will Not Go Down'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-838808248805412722</id><published>2009-01-17T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:06:34.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>21 things girls don't realize..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln2"&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln3"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln4"&gt;2) Guys are more emotional than you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln5"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln6"&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile(:&lt;/div&gt; 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&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln9"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln10"&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln11"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln12"&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln13"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln14"&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln15"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln16"&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE THEM!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln17"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln18"&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln19"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln20"&gt;10)If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln21"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln22"&gt;11)If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and he is really thinking about something&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln23"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln24"&gt;12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln25"&gt;Guys rarely say that&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln26"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln27"&gt;13)When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln28"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln29"&gt;14)If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln30"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln31"&gt;15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln32"&gt;something.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln33"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln34"&gt;16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln35"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln36"&gt;17)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln37"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln38"&gt;18)No guy can handle all his problems on his own.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln39"&gt;He's just too stubborn to admit it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln40"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln41"&gt;19)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln42"&gt;Just because ONE is RUDE doesnt mean he represents ALL of them&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln43"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln44"&gt;20)WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln45"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln46"&gt;21)Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bener ga yaa? saya nemu ini di bulletin board nya friendster. hihi. tapi saya percaya sama hampir semua point" di atas sih. soalnya si bawel kayanya suka gitu juga hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;gimana dengan kamu para cowo? ato kamu para cewe yang uda punya cowo? gini juga ga? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-838808248805412722?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/838808248805412722/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=838808248805412722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/838808248805412722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/838808248805412722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/01/21-things-girls-dont-realize.html' title='21 things girls don&apos;t realize..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7300688221781458999</id><published>2009-01-10T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:35:24.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>bimbel bimbel bimbel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kemaren saya ikut bimbel untuk yang pertama kalinya seumur hidup!!! kyaaaa!! I was hell exited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari kamis kemaren, diiringi hujan rintik" dan dianter ama mita, saya dateng ke &lt;a href="http://www.ganesha-operation.com/"&gt;salah satu bimbel paling prestigious di Semarang&lt;/a&gt; (mungkin di Indonesia juga). saya deg"an banget tau. masalahnya seumur hidup saya belom pernah ikut les/bimbel sama sekali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari esde, pas kelas 6, temen" saya pada heboh daftar masuk Primagama, saya masih nyantai" aja. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ga mungkin anak esde ga dilulusin&lt;/span&gt;, pikir saya waktu itu. apalagi SD saya waktu itu SD favorit, dan saya murid kelas unggulan, yang jam belajarnya lebih lama dari kelas reguler. bukan, bukan karena saya pinter. justru kebalikannya, jam belajar lama karena saya ga mudeng" kalo diterangin cuma sekali. muahahaha. nggak ding. pokoknya saya mulus" aja lulus dari SDN Kutoharjo IV. SD paling gahul di Rembang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMP kelas 3. lebih ga jelas lagi. menjelang UAN, yang katanya standardnya tinggi banget (padahal cuma 4 koma sekian. dasar orang Indonesia!), mulai awal kelas 3, temen" saya--terutama yang top 10 grade, mulai heboh les privat. seminggu ada kali sembilan kali les. padahal harinya aja cuma ada 7. berarti ada sehari yang mereka les 2 kali. masyaolo. sedangkan saya? UAN besok pun, hari ini saya masih santai" pacaran. hoahaha. dan anehnya, nilai saya baik" saja. malah rata" tiga mata pelajaran itu bisa lebih dari 9. temen saya yang paling banyak les-nya malah nilainya dibawah saya dan ga bisa masuk sekolah bagus. saya yang abrakadabra belajarnya, bisa masuk sekolah bertaraf internasional (katanya) kek sekolah saya sekarang ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesimpulan: kebanyakan les ga bikin pinter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus SMA kelas 1 dan 2, dimana temen" saya uda mulai ngedaptar bimbel disana-sini, buat ngikutin standard SMA 3 yang emang naudzubillah tingginya, saya masi bisa tidur siang. haha. mulai kelas 2, saya mulai ngerasa agak keteteran juga sebenernya. guru" di sekolah saya ga sebagus mutu sekolahnya. serius ini. yang bikin sekolah saya bagus adalah anak"nya yang memang pinter" dari sononya. tapi gurunya? hah. nonsense. cuma ya, lingkungan belajarnya emang bagus banget sih di SMA 3. gurunya juga ga semua jelek. masi banyak yang bener" bermutu kaya Mr. Arief, guru B.Ingg saya kelas 1, ato Bu Diah, guru Biologi saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. setelah kelas tiga dan ngerasain gilanya kelulusan dan saringan masuk PTN, saya mulai mengubah cara saya dalam memandang bimbel. okay then, screw the fact, I need to get extra courses. dan akhirnya saya daptar juga, dan mulai masuk les hari sabtu kemaren! yeyeyey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah iya, papa nyuruh saya ikut intensif UM UGM, di bimbel yang sama. yang membuat jadwal les saya menjadi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Rabu&lt;/span&gt;: 14.30-17.45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jumat&lt;/span&gt;: 18.30-20.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sabtu&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.30-20.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Minggu&lt;/span&gt;: 08.00-11.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya, wiken, hari sabtu, malem minggu, saya les &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lima setengah jam sehari&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tawa pasrah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doakan saya ya!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nangis merana*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-7300688221781458999?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7300688221781458999/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7300688221781458999&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7300688221781458999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7300688221781458999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/01/bimbel-bimbel-bimbel.html' title='bimbel bimbel bimbel..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7711549408012314769</id><published>2009-01-06T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:11:31.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serius'/><title type='text'>passing grades suck x(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya ngetik postingan ini sambil agak" nangis" darah gitu. huuhuuhuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa? well. barusan aja saya gugling, nyari &lt;a href="http://www.senamptn.co.cc/2008/11/passing-grade-snmptn-2009.html"&gt;daftar passing grade PTN&lt;/a&gt; gitu. ngecek apakah target saya (Arsitektur UGM/UNDIP) termasuk cihuy. dan ternyata, yah bisa dilihat sendiri.. KELEWAT CIHUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fakultas" arsitektur ini passing gradenya ga beda jauh ama kedokteran!! astaghfirullahaladzim. huhuhu. padahal saya udah terlanjur cinta ama arsitektur dan ga mau cari" fakultas lain. saya suka bikin rumah"an gitu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*halah*&lt;/span&gt; dan gara" nonton The Notebook saya jadi terprovokasi buat tinggal di rumah bikinan saya sendiri, kelak, dengan suami dan dua orang anak saya. duhh amiiiinnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu liat daftar passing grade itu tadi, saya langsung lemes. serius, ini secara harfiah. badan saya lemes dan agak gemetar gitu. efeknya sangat dahsyat sodara-sodara! waspadalah!! sampe si bawel yg lagi ceting sama saya jadi ikut shock. dia sih tetep ngedukung ya, sepenuh hati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yaiyalah, awas aja kalo engga*&lt;/span&gt;. dia bilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kuliah dimana aja boleh kok, mas pasti dukung,"&lt;/span&gt;, tapi abis itu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"UGM bagus, UNDIP lebih bagus lagi, soalnya deket. hehe,"&lt;/span&gt;, abis itu lagi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"apa ga usah kuliah aja? hehehe,"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;pacar yang tidak suportip. hahaha enggak ding, dia cuma bercanda kok :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah saya pikir" lagi, emang this is how it works. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;no pain no gain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I gotta work my ass off to get on a good college so I'll get a good job and so good future. and I'm incredibly sure that aaaaall the things that I'd do, and all the pain I'd have to suffer, will worth something good in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata Arai, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Bermimpilah, maka Tuhan akan memeluk mimpi-mimpimu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata saya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;kalo saya berani targetin S2 arsitektur di Belanda, kenapa saya ga berani targetin S1 di UGM?&lt;/span&gt; dan itu bukan cuma mimpi. itu tujuan. yang akan saya raih. &lt;u&gt;any how. any way.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me aaaaall the beeeeeest luck!&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/4538134394723121744-7711549408012314769?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7711549408012314769/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7711549408012314769&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7711549408012314769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7711549408012314769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/01/passing-grades-suck-x.html' title='passing grades suck x('/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-2120744451689861276</id><published>2009-01-03T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:34:31.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>anak" plurk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah baby! I survived a day without him! moahahaha *bangga tiada terkira*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi kemaren hari sabtu dini hari jam tigaan PAGI gitu saya berangkat pulang ke Semarang. setelah ga tidur semaleman karena nangis, ga mau pisah ama bawel gitu. uda ingusin baju dia, bikin dia ikutan ga bisa tidur semaleman juga. pokoknya kasian banget dah. untung dia sabar. kalo saya jadi dia mah, mungkin uda gemes saking cengengnya. apa" nangis. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya saya kembali ke kehidupan-dengan-internet-dua-puluh-empat-jam yang artinya saya bisa PLURKing sepuasnya setelah dua minggu (hampir) vakum!!! YEAAAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;artinya juga, saya kembali bersua orang" ga mutu seperti sepasang &lt;s&gt;homo&lt;/s&gt; sahabat dari luar jawa, risman dan &lt;a href="http://yosua-marthin.blogspot.com/"&gt;yosu&lt;/a&gt;. terus anak metal dari bandung, &lt;a href="http://aditonjokingkong.tumblr.com/"&gt;adit&lt;/a&gt;. temen deketnya adit, &lt;a href="http://stringsofsymphonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;fathin anjani&lt;/a&gt;. ada anak depok yang heboh, si &lt;a href="http://pingkongko.blogspot.com/"&gt;pingskatania &lt;/a&gt;a.k.a pingko + vinskatania. dan tentu saja ada si bawel. dan masih banyak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka, walo dengan cara yg sangat bodoh dan kadang annoying, sering banget berhasil me-make-up hari" saya. but just don't expect too much on them. kadang pas kamunya lagi bener" butuh curhat serius, mereka malah becanda" di saat yg salah dan kadang bisa bener" bikin esmosih. tapi kalo cuma buat masalah" ringan, dan mood mereka lagi bagus, mereka bisa jadi problem solver yg lumayan reliable loh. hihihi. BANGGA YA LO SEMUA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah sudahlah. postingan ini cuma bakal bikin mereka merasa bangga dan berbesar kepala.. haha&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/4538134394723121744-2120744451689861276?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/2120744451689861276/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=2120744451689861276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/2120744451689861276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/2120744451689861276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/01/anak-plurk.html' title='anak&quot; plurk..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-6088159199250411631</id><published>2009-01-01T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:13:09.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;preeeeeeeettttt!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ceritanya bunyi terompet, walo lebih mirip kentut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy New Year 2009!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pergantian 2007-2008 yang lalu saya uda foya" kek orang gila sampe jam 4 pagi, sama former classmates saya pas kelas 2. desti, ana, ayhu, ama beberapa temen yg saya uda lupa namanya. huhu maap ya maap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya tahun ini saya kembali ke rutinitas pergantian tahun sejak dulu sampai sekarang: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIDUR&lt;/span&gt;. haha. iya, tidur. kemaren saya uda mapan d kasur sejak jam 10. sebenernya uda diiming-imingi sodara" katanya mau bakar" &lt;s&gt;rumah&lt;/s&gt; jagung gitu, tapi mendadak si partner demam. jadinya kita pulang deh. ah tapi saya ga nyesel dan ga nyalahin partner saya kok. saya malah sebenernya seneng bisa pulang. soalnya keramaian jelas bukan sesuatu yg saya suka. apalagi dengan asap plus bunyi knalpot, terompet, dan jeritan" liar orang", juga klakson mobil. aaaahh mending di rumah. anget, empuk, sambil smsan ama si partner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya bukan tipe orang yang terorganisir. which means saya ga pernah bikin resolusi tahun baru. which means tahun ini juga ga ada resolusi. karena sebenrnya menurut saya, tahun baru itu cuma simbol. delapan ganti sembilan. namanya malem tetep aja datengnya abis siang, dan matahari ga mungkin janjian muncul sama bulan. saya bakal tetep jadi anak enem belas tahun kelas tiga esema yang super pemalas dan hobi ngegosip.&lt;br /&gt;bukan berarti saya ga ingin berbenah yaa. cuma kan yang namanya memperbaiki diri dengan resolusi itu bukan cuma tiap tanggal satu. mustinya tiap bangun pagi kita harus ikutin si chicken little, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"today is a new day!"&lt;/span&gt; jadinya kita bakal terus berusaha buat jadi lebih baik tiap harinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga ada resolusi bukan berarti saya ga ada deadline loh buat taun 2009 ini. saya tetep punya dedlen. yaitu: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LULUS SMA&lt;/span&gt;. uda kelamaan saya di SMA 3 Semarang. uda tiga tahun. uda saatnya saya lulus dan masuk perguruan tinggi negeri (amin!). nilai nem bagus ya alhamdulillah, kalo jelek... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NAUDZUBILLAH&lt;/span&gt; jangan sampeee Ya Allah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan besok, saya uda musti balik ke Semarang lagi. kembali ke rutinitas supermembosankan-tanpa-si-bawel dan supersibuk karena uda masuk semester 6. tidaaakkk. wish me the best luck, guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, enjoy your new year holiday, and get your ass back to routine,soon! mmmuaahh&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/4538134394723121744-6088159199250411631?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/6088159199250411631/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=6088159199250411631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6088159199250411631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6088159199250411631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-544232185088816830</id><published>2008-12-20T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:32:06.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>quick update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aduh aduh liburan saya sibuk! ga sempet apdet blog gtu huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much, soalnya beberapa hari sampe hari minggu ini emang saya khususkan buat si bawel only. jadi ya kalo ditanya gimana liburan saya, palingan saya bakal jawab &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh iya, si bawel blablablabla, terus abis itu kita blablablabla, eh tau ga sih ternyata dia tuh blablablabla,"&lt;/span&gt; ga bakal ada abisnya. jd di skip ajaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, saya memang norak, karena saya barusan beres nonton wall-e!! ughyaaa!!! walopun ga konsen karena ada di bawel di sebelah saya, tapi lumayan bikin saya mo nangis.. huhu kasian ya si wall-e nya.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sok"an ngasi spoiler, berharap ada orang yg belom nonton*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus saya juga latian ngeben sama anak" gila. bambang, coco, aim, ajeng. and dammit, they all are really good! saya bener" ga nyangka, bambang yang kena asep rokok aja muntah busa bisa ngedram sekeren itu! coco yg &lt;s&gt;homoannya&lt;/s&gt; sahabatnya bambang jg bisa ngebass gt. apalagi aim yg jongkok-saja-saya-sulit, ternyata maen gitarnya luar biasaaaa. wowowowow. walo saya didaulat untuk &lt;s&gt;memecahkan kaca jendela&lt;/s&gt; menjadi vokalis (yg suaranya fals abis), tetep aja saya cuma bengong ngeliatin mereka gitu. oh sungguh tak kusangka.. I love u my frieeeendsss mmmmuaahhh. hahahaha x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uda ah. capek. ngantuk. mau pacaran lagiiii!!!!! hahaha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *dihajar massa*&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/4538134394723121744-544232185088816830?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/544232185088816830/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=544232185088816830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/544232185088816830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/544232185088816830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-update.html' title='quick update!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-1051476731705926970</id><published>2008-12-11T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:45:03.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>aripeto kawanku sayang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;setting: kantin sekolah, jendela tengah, abis semesteran fisika.&lt;br /&gt;pelaku: icha, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/mozartmelody"&gt;aripeto&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/paramartasiwiranindita"&gt;ditaa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/73314500"&gt;watwii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/23402325"&gt;tarra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/33950311"&gt;nana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'hai dit.'&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'hai cha. nih!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ngacunging potongan kertas kecil dekil yang ada tulisan" hiragana*&lt;/span&gt; 'huahaha!'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'wow. dari siapa, dit?'&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'nana dong. abis aku uda despret apaan romawi duanya kentut gitu. huhu.'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'ah dita kurang canggih. NIH!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*acungin potongan kertas dengan tulisan yg sama, dlm versi yg lebih lengkap*&lt;/span&gt; 'huahahahaha'&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'buset. hyahahaha edan edan. eh btw sendirian, cha?'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'iya nih. sepi. huhu.' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt; becareful of what you wish for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: 'DITAAAAA ICHAAAAA!! TADI ARI MELAKUKAN KEBODOHAAAANN!!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*datenglah si angin ribut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'lah, bukannya tiap hari, ri?'&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'huakhakhakhak. kenapa ri kenapa? cerita sini!'&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: 'nih ya. tadi kan bajep romawi duanya kentut abis tuh. nah ari tu ngarang banget tau ga sih!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sebelas, ari bilang bajepnya ICHI JYUU ICHI!!!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'hah? sebelah ada jus apaan, ri??' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt; budek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'ichi jyuu ichi? kaya nama sunda...'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt; ga nyambung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'SEBELAS CHAA! DIT! ANGKA SEBELAS ARI BILANG BAJEPNYA ICHI JYUU ICHIII!!!!! DAN ITU ARI SEBARIN KE SEMUA KELAS, DAN SEMUA ORANG PERCAYAAA!!!!'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*histeris*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icha: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*diem lama. mikir..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'hah? sebelas? ichi jyuu ichi?'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'HUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HUAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAARIIIIII BAKAAAAAAAA!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ICHII JYUUUU ICHIIII??!! SEBELAAAS?? ICHI JYUU ICHII?!! HUAHAHAHAHAHAHA PARAAAAAAHHHH!!!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*guling" di lantai kantin, diliatin orang"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'ngng. HAH?' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mulai sadar*&lt;/span&gt; 'HUAHAHAHAHAHA ARIIII LU BEGO BANGET RIII HUAHAHAHA ICHI JYUU ICHII!! HUAHAHAHAHAHA NAMA SUNDA! HUAHAHAHAHA!!!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sambil nunjuk" ari dengan tatapan mata menghina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'MUAHAAHAHAHA ANJRIIIITT BAKA BENER DEH RIIIII!!'&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: 'iya deh iya. huhu UDAH DONG KETAWANYA JANGAN GITU BANGET!!'&lt;br /&gt;icha + dita: 'BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt; makin semangat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dita: 'nama sunda tuh ri! huahahah pekok bangettt!!'&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: '&lt;u&gt;eh betewe kl gitu namanya icha mustinya ichat samichat ya?&lt;/u&gt; muahahahaha'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'ah kampret kau. bagusan ICHI JYUU ICHII. HUAHAHAHAHAH' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lepas kendali*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: 'ga tau kan cha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tadi dua belas juga ari bilangnya ICHI JYUU NI&lt;/span&gt;..' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*muka melas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icha + dita: 'MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EDAAAANN BUAHAHAHAHAHA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;datenglah watwi dan tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watwi: 'heh kenapa nih?'&lt;br /&gt;tara: 'jangan" pada ngomongin ichi jyuu ichi ya?'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'hah? kalian tau to? huahahahhahaha iya. sebelas, ichi jyuu ichi, dua belas, ichi jyuu nii. huahahahahaha!!'&lt;br /&gt;watwi + tara: 'dua belas juga digituin ama ari?! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ketawa kenceng banget sambil nunjuk" ari*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: 'yaoloooh uda donggg!!! asem ya jgn keras keras ngetawainnya!! huhuhuhu!!'&lt;br /&gt;icha: 'EH ADA NANA. NA, SINI NA!!! uda denger belom? masa tadi si ari bilang sebelas bajepnya ICHI JYUU ICHI, dua belas ICHI JYUU NI!! huahahahahaha'&lt;br /&gt;nana: 'HAH? SERIUS? MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA. petoooo kamu pekok sekali, kawan!! huahahahahahaha'&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: 'iya, na. uda gitu ari sebarin jawaban ke semua anak sekelas pula.. mereka salah semua, na.. huhuhu' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt; memperburuk keadaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana: 'MUAHAHAHAHA. eh BANG!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*panggil zulfi*&lt;/span&gt; 'tau ga si ari...' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ceritain, sebar" ke seluruh kantin, ketawa sampe mencret&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;aripeto: 'oke, ari mau pulang aja...'&lt;br /&gt;icha + dita + watwi + tara + nana: 'MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;note:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kalo kamu ga ngerti bahasa jepang, ini ga bakal lucu sama sekali. tapi kalo kamu ngerti, percayalah kawan. it's just so stupid that we laughed our tears out. muahahahahahaha. betewe, sebenernya bajepnya&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sebelas&lt;/span&gt; itu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jyuu ichi&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dua belas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jyuu ni&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tanpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ichi &lt;/span&gt;di depan.&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/4538134394723121744-1051476731705926970?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/1051476731705926970/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=1051476731705926970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1051476731705926970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1051476731705926970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/aripeto-kawanku-sayang.html' title='aripeto kawanku sayang..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-1153895638662513335</id><published>2008-12-09T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:56:39.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>filosofi nguras kolam ikan :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kemaren, saya bekerja bahu-membahu sama Papa, nguras kolam ikan di depan ruang ngaji. pas Papa minta dibantuin nguras kolam sih saya mikir, "oh okelah, maenan aer gituloh. siapa yg nolak?!". tapi ternyata.. nguras di sini bener" dalam artian sesungguhnya, yang aernya itu udah &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IJO seijo"nya&lt;/span&gt;, sampe ikan"nya uda ga keliatan. ini serius, bukan lebay. saya terngaga. oh sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yauda deh, langsung saya singsihkan lengan baju dan &lt;s&gt;copot&lt;/s&gt; nekuk celana. aer uda hampir kosong, tiba" pas saya ngeliat sekeliling kolam, eh ada ikan" superduper kecil" yang berenang" dengan naifnya ke saluran pembuangan air. TIDAAAAAKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: 'ambil mangkok buat ikan"nya yang kecil!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'hah? dimana?!' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ini TOLOL bgt pertanyaannya*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: 'IAIN! ya DAPUR lah!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'oh, oke.' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lari ke dapur*&lt;/span&gt; 'ini pap!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: 'kok ga sekalian ambil sendok?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'loh emang buat apa sendoknya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: 'buat minum es teler. YA BUAT AMBIL IKAN LAH! ga bisa pake jaring, kekecilan!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'oh. oke.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serius. Papa pasti langsung pengen nge-ruwat saya. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;dan pas uda lengkap peralatannya, Papa mulai menjalankan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Operasi Penyelamatan Bayi Ikan'&lt;/span&gt;. yang namanya saluran pembuangan, pasti dibikin di pojokan, dimana permukaannya lebih rendah daripada permukaan kolam. dan ini bikin aer, juga ikan" kecil yang &lt;s&gt;tolol&lt;/s&gt; polos itu pada ngumpul disitu, siap" digelontor masuk got.&lt;br /&gt;sama Papa, disendokin lah bagian yang banyak aer+ikannya, dilempar ke bagian yang kering, baru diambil terus dimasukin ke mangkok. gitu terus berulang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demi ngeliat ikan kecil yang megap" tak berdaya pas ditaro di bagian yang ga ada aernya, yang mirip banget ama reaksi saya tiap kali adek saya kentut, nurani kehewanan (?) saya memberontak. saya protes sama Papa, yang dibales dg jawaban super filosofis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'Pap, yeee. kasian tuh ikannya! jgn gitu caranya! langsung masukin mangkok aja!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: 'kl ga gini kelamaan, mba. keburu pada masuk ke got ntar..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'lhoooo tapi kan kasiaaan Pap. megap" gitu..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mulai filosofis*&lt;br /&gt;Papa: 'tau ga filosofi apaan yang bisa diambil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'ngng. "kalo mau idup ga boleh bego kaya ikan"?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: 'woooo..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: 'lha terus apppaaaa??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'coba dibayangin kalo kita ini Tuhan dan ikan" ini manusia. dianalogi aja. kenapa kita taroh ikan di bagian yang kering? supaya dia ga keseret masuk got, kan? sama aja. kenapa Tuhan kasih kita cobaan? karena menyelamatkan kita dari cobaan lain yang lebih berat. coba dipikir, kalo kita ga bersyukur, kalo kita mengutuk Tuhan karena kasih cobaan ke kita, dan lari dari cobaan, bakal kayak ikan" yang masuk got kan? dia pikir dia selamat, padahal?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: '... oke...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'makanya, mulai sekarang kalo ada cobaan, disyukuri aja ya mbak. itu artinya Allah sayang, Allah menjauhkan dari cobaan lain yang lebih berat. ya?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icha: *uda mo nangis* 'OKE PAP. OH PAPA IS THE BEST POKOKNYA!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coba direnungkan! :D&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/4538134394723121744-1153895638662513335?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/1153895638662513335/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=1153895638662513335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1153895638662513335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1153895638662513335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/filosofi-nguras-kolam-ikan.html' title='filosofi nguras kolam ikan :)'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7964667430689729764</id><published>2008-12-08T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:13:53.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>Idul Kurban! yey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT IDUL KURBAN, evriwan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini idul kurbannya aga ga pewe ih. pertama dari pagi bangun uda ga enak kepalanya. beraaaat gitu. pilek, radang, jadi pusing juga. gara" bersihin kamar kemaren, jadi kambuh alerginya. alhamdulillah lagi ga sholat, jadi punya waktu sedikit lebih lama buat males"an di kasur, sebelum mandi dan siap" ke mesjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya yah, saya maleeess ke mesjid, lagi kondisi ga enak gitu. tapi ga enak, selama ini rapat Idul Adha saya uda ga pernah ikut, masa hari-H nya juga ga ikut? uda gitu tadi setengah dipeksa juga sama mama papa. hhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ternyata asyik kok maen daging gitu. saya dengan serta merta menolak disuruh potong"in daging kambing. hiii. baunya aja bisa bikin nightmare tiga malem. akhirnya daging sapi lah yg jadi korban. uda gitu sapinya kan beneran baru disembelih, masi anget dan ada beberapa yang masih gerak" gitu. jadi setiap mau irisin piso, tu daging tanpa nyawa berdenyut" mengerikan. Nurul, anak remaja mesjid juga, masi SMP, tiap dapet yg kaya gitu langsung jejeritan histeris terus lempar dagingnya kemana". haha. takut aja kalo ntar malem tu daging menuntut balas, kaya yang di &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com"&gt;Plurk &lt;/a&gt;itu loh.. uda ga ada kepalanya haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru sejam setengah gitu saya uda ngos"an. kepala makin berat dan setengah koleps. mana bau kambing dimana". akhirnya uda deh udahan maen pisonya. daripada pingsan gitu terus dijadiin sapi ketujuh. hii. orang" kan suka susah bedain saya sama sapi, abis kulitnya sama" putih. hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ini ga jelas memuji ato menghina*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan lagi, Idul Kurban ini saya kangen rumah. I still feel like Rembang is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;. jadi kalo lama ga pulang, rasanya homesick. padahal yah rumah saya kan uda disini juga. mama papa ade disini. tapi.. tapii.. tapi... huaaaa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mulai jejeritan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apalagi kalo di Rembang kan saya ga ikut potong". cuma ngeliatin doang terus tau jadi aja sate ama gulenya. haha. dan tadi si partner bikin saya makin kangen pulang Rembang. kangen suasananya. kangen ramenya. kangen semua mua mua mua nyaaa. huaaa huaaa huaaaa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*histeris*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduh liburan kapan datengnya sih?! semesteran uda selesai juga..&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/4538134394723121744-7964667430689729764?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7964667430689729764/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7964667430689729764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7964667430689729764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7964667430689729764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/idul-kurban-yey.html' title='Idul Kurban! yey!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-6108878911028259732</id><published>2008-12-06T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:15:37.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>hari terakhir UAS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oke. hari ini hari terakhir UAS! YEAH!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *digeplak pak margono*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya masi ada seminggu lagi, sih. tapi berhubung saya anak IPA dan pelajaran IPA (eksak gtu) uda digelontor semua tiga hari ini, jadi saya resmi menganggap bahwa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SEMESTERAN SUDAH SELESAAAAI!!!&lt;/span&gt; hubba hubbaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayangin aja, tu guru" emang kejem semuwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Senin:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; B. Indonesia&lt;/span&gt; ama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fisika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Selasa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biologi&lt;/span&gt; ama&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Matematika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Rebo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. Inggris&lt;/span&gt; ama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat saya, dari keenam pelajaran itu yang paling horor adalah KIMIA sodara"!!! math ama fisika saya masi mending, tapi KIMIA. ohh man. saya BENCIIIHHH. sama sekali ga ada materi yang masuk ke otak. mending kl masuk kanan keluar kiri, nah ini masuk kanan doang, belom sampe ke kiri uda mental lagi keluar. ngerti kan? pokoknya gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kmaren sempet meksain belajar kimia, dipeksa" ama si partner bawel bin rese. menit" pertama saya masih kuat lah. buka LKS, belajar titik didih blablabla. abis itu mulai penyetaraan reaksi, hati saya mulai bergejolak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*apaan coba?!*&lt;/span&gt;. ahh ga kuaaaaat. akhirnya udah, cuma sampai situ perjuangan saya. dan sisa malam dipake Y!M an ama si partner dan bilang kl saya uda selesai belajarnya.. haha semoga dia ga baca bagian ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus akhirnya saat yang dinantikan tiba. dari empat puluh soal, yang bisa saya jawab dengan berfikir logis cuma &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUA PULUH LIMA&lt;/span&gt;. separo lebih dikit. pertanyaan selanjutnya, gimana saya mengisi lima belas soal yang lain?! itung kancing? ahh kuno. pake penghapus? kuno jugaa.&lt;br /&gt;cara paling mutakhir adalah: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lihat jawaban yang paling bersinar. &lt;/span&gt;jadi kamu bisa kerjain fisika sambil mengasah kemampuan sixth sense mu.. huahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dihajar bu yayuk bolak-balik*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways. pokoknya gitu mah. uda selesai beban saya. paling tinggal b.jepang ama sejarah yg butuh perjuangan. hihihi. doakan saya yaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis itu, tinggal klasmit seminggu, terus... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L I B U R A N !!&lt;/span&gt; kyaaaa kyaaaa kyaaaaa!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*histeris*&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/4538134394723121744-6108878911028259732?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/6108878911028259732/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=6108878911028259732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6108878911028259732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6108878911028259732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/hari-terakhir-uas.html' title='hari terakhir UAS..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-1443634064302949404</id><published>2008-12-04T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:08:52.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>layout baruu ahaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maaf ya kalo ada yang terganggu sama wajah melas yang nongkrong di header, salahkan saja &lt;a href="http://www.mustova.com/"&gt;si pembuat ley-ot&lt;/a&gt; ini... hihi. engga deng engga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makasih yaa tuan pembuat ley-ot yang uda baik banget mau mendahulukan ley-ot saya, padahal beliau-nya juga lagi bikin buat punyanya sendiri, yang uda pake domain pribadi. huhu ngiri lah saya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahh yg jelas uda jadi lah ini blog saya, dan uda lumayan ada gadgetnya. ga kek bakso lagi, kosongan gitu. hehe. uda ada link dan segala macem. maap buat yg belom sempet ke-link. kalo masi mau, komen kesini aja. soalnya kemaren" saya blm tau cara nge-link orang. ha-ha. silakan tertawa. saya memang gaptek.. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uda ah itu dulu. uda malem dan besok semesterannya MATEMATIKA ama BIOLOGI. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANSTAPS&lt;/span&gt;. saya cinta wakasek kurikulum. mmmuaahh buat pak margono. oh well, tentu saja ini sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out, fellas!&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/4538134394723121744-1443634064302949404?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/1443634064302949404/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=1443634064302949404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1443634064302949404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1443634064302949404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/layout-baruu-ahaii.html' title='layout baruu ahaii'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7785778183353056407</id><published>2008-12-03T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:43:28.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>keputusan penting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tadi saya abis jalan". blogwalking maksudnya. ke blog punya &lt;a href="http://nadhief.blogspot.com/"&gt;mas nadhief&lt;/a&gt;, oom saya yang kuliah di mesir. saya baca postingan terakhir dia, soal orang Indonesia yang dideportasi di sana. dia marah. memaki" KBRI tapi tetap pake bahasa yang sopan dan beradab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus saya jadi mikir. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"meh. beedaaaa bangeettt ama blogkuuu!! anjiiirr aku kl uda misuh-misuh ga mikir bakal dibaca oraaang. maaaluuu beuh mana berani ngelink kl gini caranya? tidaaaakkk!!!" &lt;/span&gt;beneran saya mikir seperti itu dan langsung me-reread blog saya dan terus tersedu" sndiri &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*oke, ga segitunya juga sih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. saya langsung dong berniat dalam lubuk hati saya yg paling dalam: SAYA AKAN MEMPERBAIKI POSTINGAN" SAYA. SAYA AKAN MENGGUNAKAN BAHASA YANG SOPAN DAN BERADAB SERTA BERPENDIDIKAN. SAYA JUGA HANYA AKAN MENULIS YANG PENTING" SAJA.&lt;br /&gt;begitulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa waktu kemudian saya diem sendiri sambil scroll up-down window blog saya dan lalu mikir. mana bisaa?! saya ya emang kek gini ini. kl ngomong suka semrawut. kadang (oke, sering) kotor juga. suka misuh kl lagi sebel. suka ngakak histeris kl lagi seneng. &lt;s&gt;suka makan beling kl lagi laper.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kl saya disuruh "posting yang penting-penting aja", saya ga bakal posting dalam waktu yang saaaaangaaaaatt lama. soalnya jarang banget ada hal penting yg kejadian di hari" saya. kecuali kl ketinggalan buku fisika terus diusir dari kelas, ato kepleset di depan rumah, ato ngotorin lantai dapur gara" bikin jus mangga tapi lupa nutup blender-nya disebut penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya saya membuat sebuah keputusan krusial yg sangat berperan dalam hidup umat manusia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*icha, please, just cut it out!*&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saya batal berubah&lt;/span&gt;. saya ga jadi ah ngerubah konten blog saya. saya bakal tetep misuh" disini. saya bakal tetep nulis hal" super ga penting disini. dan saya ga akan minder lagi kl baca blognya oom nadhief. YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo kamu ngerasa terganggu sama isi dan bahasa dan makian" saya disini, yauda atuh ga usah dibaca aja. saya ga meksa. lha wong saya bikin blog bukan buat eksis. saya bikin blog cuma biar kl saya lagi kesel dan berantem ama partner ato sahabat saya, saya bisa marah" sama mereka dengan puas secara tidak langsung, dan mereka bakal tau apa yang saya mau kl baca postingan saya. hahahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tawa licik*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena itulah saya ganti juga blog description saya. yang asalnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"there's a slight line between tears and happiness"&lt;/span&gt;, sekarang jadi ini. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY :D&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/4538134394723121744-7785778183353056407?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7785778183353056407/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7785778183353056407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7785778183353056407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7785778183353056407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/keputusan-penting.html' title='keputusan penting!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-1425477216999918882</id><published>2008-12-02T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:35:33.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>SAYA BENCI SEKOLAH SAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang sama sekali ga pengertian, yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAGOAN&lt;/span&gt; banget kalo suruh ngehancurin rencana liburan murid"nya, yang SOK SEKOLAH TELADAN padahal BIASA AJA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BENCI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pake ngadain social care di &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tengah" liburan&lt;/span&gt;, APA MAKSUDNYA?! emangnya mereka (guru") pikir saya bakal lebih bahagia kl mengorbankan satu minggu liburan yang bisa saya habiskan bersama partner saya tercinta, dan digantikan dengan ngurusin orang" tua di panti wredha?! saya suka ide mereka buat ngadain social care dg meminta siswa" buat mengabdi beberapa hari di panti wredha, sumpah, saya tidak menentang ide itu. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAPI KENAPA HARUS DI TENGAH" LIBURAN?!! KAMPRET KUADRAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tolong dong ngertiin saya. saya ini LDR sama partner saya. cuma bisa ketemu pas liburan aja. sebulan sekali bisa ketemu jg saya uda bersyukur banget. saya mau ngelakuin apa aja buat bisa ketemu dia sebulan sekali itu. dan sekarang, pas saya uda nunggu" sejak bulan oktober, dengan pikiran bahwa saya bakal menghabiskan dua minggu penuh sama dia selama liburan, saya uda super exited, dan harus kepotong seminggu buat social care itu. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gimana saya ga emosi?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kenapa harus ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PELAJARAN TAMBAHAN&lt;/span&gt; waktu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CLASSMEET?!! &lt;/span&gt;apa iya sih murid" kelas XII ini masih kurang tekanan?! ato dirasa masih perlu dibebani? astagaaa.. saya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUAK&lt;/span&gt; dengan sekolah yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelewat meremehkan muridnya&lt;/span&gt; dan bersikap seolah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelajaran di sekolah dan prestige di luar adalah segala-galanya&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUKA MATA, DONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SCHOOLS ARE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WITHOUT THEIR STUDENTS, SO START TREATING YOUR STUDENTS WELL !! or they'll break you down some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and well, if they won't,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-1425477216999918882?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/1425477216999918882/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=1425477216999918882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1425477216999918882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1425477216999918882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/12/saya-benci-sekolah-saya.html' title='SAYA BENCI SEKOLAH SAYA'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-6478706446272163546</id><published>2008-11-24T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:18:47.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>something I found on friendster..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" id="ln0"&gt;ciri-ciri orang yang mencintaimu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln1"&gt;1. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, tidak bisa memberikan alasan mengapa, ia mencintaimu. Dia hanya tahu, dimata dia, kamulah satu satunya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln2"&gt;2. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, sebenarnya selalu membuatmu marah, gila, jengkel, stress. Tapi ia tidak pernah tahu hal bodoh apa yang sudah ia lakukan, karena semua yang ia lakukan adalah untuk kebaikanmu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln3"&gt;3. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, jarang memujimu, tetapi di dalam hatinya kamu adalah yang terbaik, hanya ia yang tahu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln4"&gt;4. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, akan marah-marah atau mengeluh jika kamu tidak membalas pesannya atau telp-nya, karena ia peduli dan ia tidak ingin sesuatu terjadi ke kamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln5"&gt;5. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, hanya menjatuhkan airmatanya dihadapanmu. Ketika kamu mencoba untuk menghapus air matanya, kamu telah menyentuh hatinya, dimana hatinya selalu berdegup, berdenyut, bergetar untuk kamu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln6"&gt;6. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, akan mengingat setiap kata yg kamu ucapkan, bahkan yang tidak sengaja dan ia akan selalu menggunakan kata2 itu tepat waktunya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln7"&gt;7. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, tidak akan memberikan janji apapun dengan mudah, karena ia tidak mau mengingkari janjinya. Ia ingin kamu untuk mempercayainya dan ia ingin memberikan hidup yang paling bahagia dan aman selama-lamanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln8"&gt;8. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, mungkin tidak bisa mengingat kejadian atau kesempatan istimewa, seperti perayaan hari ulang tahunmu, tapi ia tahu bahwa setiap detik yang ia lalui, ia mencintai kamu, tidak peduli hari apakah hari ini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln9"&gt;9. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, tidak mau berkata Aku mencintaimu dengan mudah, karena segalanya yang ia lakukan untuk kamu adalah untuk menunjukkan bahwa ia siap mencintaimu, tetapi hanya ia yg akan mengatakan kata "I LOVE YOU" pada situasi yang spesial, karena ia tidak mau kamu salah mengerti, dia mau kamu mengetahui bahwa ia mencintai dirimu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln10"&gt;10. Seseorang yang benar - benar mencintai kamu, akan merasa bahwa sesuatu harus dikatakan sekali saja, karena ia berpikir bahwa kamu telah mengerti dirinya. Jika berkata terlalu banyak, ia akan merasa bahwa tidak ada yang akan membuatnya bahagia dan tersenyum…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln11"&gt;11. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, akan pergi ke airport untuk menjemput kamu, dia tidak akan membawa seikat mawar dan memanggilmu sayang seperti yang kamu harapkan. Tetapi, ia akan membawakan kopermu dan menanyakan : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Mengapa kamu menjadi lebih kurus dalam waktu 2 hari?”&lt;/span&gt; Dengan hatinya yang tulus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln12"&gt;12. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, tidak tahu apakah ia harus menelponmu ketika kamu marah, tetapi ia akan mengirimkan pesan setelah beberapa jam. Jika kamu menanyakan : mengapa ia telat menelepon, ia akan berkata : Ketika kamu marah, penjelasan dari dirinya semua hanyalah sampah. Tetapi, ketika kamu sudah tenang, penjelasannya baru akan benar - benar bekerja dan berguna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln13"&gt;13. Seseorang yang mencintaimu, akan selalu menyimpan semua benda - benda yang telah kamu berikan, bahkan kertas kecil bertuliskan 'I LOVE YOU' ada didalam dompetnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln14"&gt;14. Seseorang yang mencintaimu, jarang mengatakan kata - kata manis. Tapi kamu tahu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'kecupannya'&lt;/span&gt; sudah menyalurkan semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln15"&gt;15. Seseorang yang mencintai kamu, akan selalu berusaha membuat mu tersenyum dan tertawa walau terkadang caranya membingungkanmu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln16"&gt;16. Seseorang yang mencintaimu, akan membalut hatimu yang pernah terluka dan menjaganya dengan setulus hati agar tidak terluka lagi dan ia akan memberikanmu yang terbaik walau harus menyakiti hatinya sendiri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln17"&gt;17. Seseorang yang mencintaimu, akan rela melepaskanmu pergi bila bersamanya kamu tidak bahagia dan ia akan ikut bahagia walau kamu yang dicintainya bahagia bersama orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas saya baca ini tadi pagi di sekolah, rasanya JDHHEERRR. masaa iya kek gituu?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wow berarti si bawel cintaaa sama sayaa!!&lt;/span&gt; ahahaha pede dahsyat ah. padahal saat ini saya lg ngerasa bertepuk sebelah tangan sama dia.. rasanya he just doesn't love me as much as I do him.. huhu. tapi semoga aja cuma perasaan saya. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-6478706446272163546?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/6478706446272163546/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=6478706446272163546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6478706446272163546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6478706446272163546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-i-found-on-friendster.html' title='something I found on friendster..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-4791563985366700739</id><published>2008-11-23T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:56:40.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>kebodohan" klasik..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;again, saya mau sebar aib diri sendiri ah. biar ada sensasinya. kan artis" suka gitu tuh, sok" aibnya kesebar biar populer, padahal dia sendiri yg sebar". hha berasa artis saya!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, inilah daftar clumsiness saya yang cuma sebagian kecil. kalo semua saya tulis, sampe lima ratus postingan juga ga selesai mungkin.. hha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lebay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;superbly forgetful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ini aja bisa saya bikin beberapa sub-judul haha. contoh yang paling sering saya lakukan adalah &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ketinggalan barang&lt;/span&gt;. dan ini terjadi kapanpun, dimanapun, dan apapun. hampir setiap saya ke video ezy ato ke gramas, selalu aja kunci motor, ato bahkan VCD yg saya pinjam, ketinggalan di meja kasir. saking seringnya, sekarang tiap saya mau pulang, mas Tommy, mas" jaga video ezy yang manis dan baik hati, selalu ingetin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kunci motor uda?"&lt;/span&gt; malunyaaa hha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terus&lt;/span&gt;, saya sering banget ketinggalan kotak makan, buku pelajaran, tempat pensil, topi, sepatu, apapun yg saya bawa ke sekolah, sering banget ga di balik ke rumah. sampe kl mama uda jengkel, pasti bilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ITU KUPING KM KALO GA NEMPEL JG PASTI KETINGGALAN, YA??! DASAAARR!!" &lt;/span&gt;huhuhu. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belum lagi &lt;/span&gt;lupa jadwal, lupa peer, lupa makan, lupa naro barang" di tempatnya, dan lupa bayar utang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;spontaneously stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;saya sering melakukan kebodohan" yang diulang", yang tidak akan dilakukan oleh orang dengan IQ 129 pada umumnya. seperti misalnya tadi pagi, waktu saya (terpaksa) bersihin kamar karena dipeksa" dengan kejam ama mama. saya sapu tuh lantai, bersih lah. sampe depan pintu, tiba" kok kynya debunya berkurang ya? saya liat sekeliling, debunya uda balik lagi ke belakang saya. saya takjub. akhirnya disapu lagi, sampe depan pintu, berkurang lagi. saya ulangi aktivitas bodoh itu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beberapa kali. &lt;/span&gt;sampai akhirnya saya emosih dan berkacak pinggang layaknya superhero (which is so not likely karena waktu itu saya pake celana pendek, kaos oblong, dan blm mandi), lalu menebar pandangan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tsaaahh*&lt;/span&gt; ke sekeliling kamar. satu fakta yang sangat mengejutkan seperti menampar saya. dan seketika saya merasa tidak pantas menyandang status anak dari ayah-ibu saya: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kipas angin di kamar menyala dengan semangat '45&lt;/span&gt;, mengembalikan semua debu yang saya sapu ke tempat semula. pengen deh jeduk"in kepala ke tembok terus pecahin jam dinding ke kepala (ups!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;keseimbangan saya lebih buruk daripada anak yang baru belajar jalan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lebai? memang. hahaha. pokoknya keseimbangan saya buruuuuk sekali. mungkin trauma karena dulu sering disuruh mama kasi makan ayam. iya, saya juga tau ga ada hubungannya. anyway, jangan kaget kalo kalian ketemu saya, jalan bareng saya, terus tiba" saya jatuh, ato nabrak sesuatu, ato yang paling ga elite: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesandung kaki sendiri&lt;/span&gt;. karena bagaimanapun juga kawan, itu bawaan orok! saya ga bisa berbuat apa-apa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*geleng" kepala sambil berurai air mata*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jangan suruh saya mencari sesuatu, apapun, kapanpun, dimanapun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;karena percayalah, walaupun benda itu letaknya tiga puluh sentimeter di depan mata saya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya ga bakal bisa nemuin. &lt;/span&gt;udah sering orang emosi karena saya marah" nyari pulpen mahal yang saya bilang ilang, ternyata ada di kantong baju. atau cari dompet sampai berantakin kamar, ngebalik kasur, padahal itu dompet ada di atas meja belajar. iya, parah, memang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;super pemalas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dimana kalian bisa nemuin murid SMA SBI kelas 3 yang ga pernah ngumpulin tugas bahasa jawa sampe nunggak EMPAT tugas beruntun, dan bahkan GA TAU kalo dia uda koleksi tumpukan tugas segitu banyak? jawabnya, ada di saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaahh udah ah. saya mulai merasa ditelanjangi. hehe. komen aja deh kl mo nambah celaan ato mo nambah daftar panjang aib saya. akan saya terima dengan lapang dada. huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-4791563985366700739?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/4791563985366700739/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=4791563985366700739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/4791563985366700739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/4791563985366700739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/11/kebodohan-klasik.html' title='kebodohan&quot; klasik..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7287728723921333148</id><published>2008-11-19T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:40:13.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>ten thousands before century...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when I first heard about this movie, I wasn't interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ed at all as I thought this movie was some kind of bloody-action-prehistoric-movie. but when I found out that STEVEN STRAIT starred at this movie, the decision to watch it came rushing in a second. I mean, it's STEVEN STRAIT for God's s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ake! do you know just how HAWT he is? oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man, he is soooo HAWT. huhuhu. wanna see? here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y58/punkboyjeffrey/steven16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 432px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y58/punkboyjeffrey/steven16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SEE? SEEEEEE?? look at that abs and those muscles and those lips and those... ah ah ah AH KYAAAAAA. even with that stupid hair he still looks so HAWT, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with him since I watched his movie, &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/thecovenant/"&gt;The Covenant&lt;/a&gt;. he was a boy with a supernatural power--ah. just click the link. you'll soon find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about Steven, now. though I'm feeling lot like talking about him all day, but I really have to stop. and by the way, do you know that he has a very HAWT voice too? oh shit. okay okay, I'm stopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, with &lt;a href="http://camilla-belle.net"&gt;Camilla Belle&lt;/a&gt; as the co-star, they make a perfect couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real story of thos movie is about a guy who was destined to change the life of his people. he strived and struggled all the way so that his people could have a better life. he walked all the way accross the desert and the mountain, month by month, season by season, and finally he had to fight against a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what my romantic-side (which is very dominant on me) caught on this movie is that he--his name is D'leh, stuggled so hard, is not for the people, but for the LOVE. yes, he wanted to make the life of his people better than before, but the most reason why he could walk all day long without taking any rest is because the life of his woman was in danger. and by saving her, he saved the people as well. but still, the main aim was the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how love can really move someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for better explanation and better experience, watch it your self! and just do not depend on what I say on this post. I am a total romantic, and maybe some of you are just simply realistic. haha&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/4538134394723121744-7287728723921333148?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7287728723921333148/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7287728723921333148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7287728723921333148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7287728723921333148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-thousands-before-century.html' title='ten thousands before century...'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-8983402477498519596</id><published>2008-11-11T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:34:43.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>a letter for Mr. Kasmani</title><content type='html'>dear Mr. Kasmani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing first, I'm 100% aware that I was not a good--probably even one of the worst--student you ever had. and I never felt sorry when you were alive, and now this feeling haunts me every time I think about the bad things I did to you.&lt;br /&gt;I spent 60% of my physics classes in the canteen and 40% sleeping.  or texting someone. or chatting with everyone I could possibly do. anything but listening to you. and you seemed like you didn't even care. until this time, I hardly know what you really felt about us, the students, at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I hated you for a very lot of reasons. you were synical you weree sceptical and all those bad craps. but I also remember you as someone nice, outside the class. you could really talk to me as a normal person, when we met at the canteen. but the hatred that I felt for you was not that easy to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kasmani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I heard about this news saying you passed away, I just couldn't believe it. I felt nothing. I didn't feel so sad or happy. I felt flat, as I just don't believe it at all. I kept thinking that it could possibly just a hoax. but when more people told me about this, I had to believe it, and believe me, it hurt so bad...&lt;br /&gt;the next day when I went to your funeral, I sort of realized that you were actually a real nice person. lots and lots of people came to your house, sending their last salutations for you. it showed me that they loved you and respected you so much, something that I never thought before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this evening when I'm writing this, I really hope that in one way or another, you had forgiven us. me, and all of my friends. with the purest sorry I've ever felt, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best regards,&lt;br /&gt;icha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538134394723121744-8983402477498519596?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/8983402477498519596/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=8983402477498519596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8983402477498519596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8983402477498519596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-for-mr-kasmani.html' title='a letter for Mr. Kasmani'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-4398565681649213375</id><published>2008-05-08T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T07:23:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahabat? Yakin, lo??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duh. Ak sedih nih. Temen"ku lg pada heboh ga jelas ama sahabat" mereka. Pada berantem. Mogok bicara. Mogok nyapa. Mogok ngegosip. Mogok curhat. Duh.. padahal uda ngegembar-gemborin kee orang" kl mereka sahabat.. ak bingung.. ak pusing.. ak sedih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ini semua adalah akibat dari MULUT CEWE YG KAGA PERNA BISA DIREM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Huhu. Kenapa ak ngomong gt?? Jadi beginilah ceritanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ada satu temen ak yg punya sahabat. Sebut aja namanya M ama A, temen sekelasku. Dulu  sih mereka bedua sempet deket ama ak gt. Semped sering jalan betiga juga. Sempet kemana" betiga. Duduk betiga. Ke kantin betiga. Ngemol btiga. Bobo betiga. Beol betiga. Hhee. Kaga ding. Ya intinya kita betiga sempet dekeeet bgd. Ak yg mulai jauhin mereka, gara"nya di A punya cowok, sekelas juga. Nah si A duduknya jd pindah ama cowoknya, terus si M bukannya duduk nemenin ak malah pindah jg ke belakang si A, ama anak yg dulunya sebangku ama cowoknya A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kl Cuma itu sih ak biasa aja. Terserah mereka lah mau duduk ama siapa. Ga ada merka jg ak masi idup. Masi eksis. Masi seksi. Hhe. Jadinya ak diemin aja. Terserah mreka lah. Yg bikin bete, mereka masi sering deketin ak, tapi Cuma saat" tertentu aja.. yaitu.. PAS JAM B.INGGRIS. *jengjeng. Pertamanya ak ga nyadar. Ak biasa aja. Ak malah seneeng punya tmen pas bikin tugas" b.ingg. eh lama" keerasa juga belangnya. Akhirnya ak bener" males ama mereka dan ak sekarang jadi sahabatan ama lintang-ana-uli, and I guess they really love me for me, the way I am. Jadi ngerasa berterimakasih ama M ama A karena mereka dulu jauhin ak. Hha &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways. Akhirnya A ama M bersahabat karib. Kemana" bedua. Lengkeeet bgd. Kaya prangko ama amplop. Kaya pensil ama penghapus. Kaya ingus ama upil. Gitulah. Begitu indah dan mesra. Serasa dunia milik bedua. Dan ak ikut bahagia buat mereka. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And suddenly things changed. A lebih sering maen ama anak" laen. Dan M? she left behind. Yaaa bukannya mau gmn yya. Tapi dari awal M is not a nice person to hang out with. Dy anaknya aga sok tau gitu deh. Suka nyambung" in kejadian yg lagi diceritain anak" ato pas lg nonton film bareng, ke kejadian" di idupnya. Dan yg bikin sebel, sebenernya kejadian" itu yg ngalamin tuh ORANG LAEN, bukan dy. Kek gini nih:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pas ngomongin cinlok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ak: 'Lagi musim cinlok nih.. ak jg lg kena cinlok.. huhuhu.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: 'Wah. KAKAKku jg loh cha! Dy kan ama cowoknya yg sekarang cinlok gt.. ketemu pas KAKAKku kepilih ikut pelayaran nusantara gitu.. se Indonesia loh..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pas ngomongin lomba debat tingkat nasional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ak: 'Duh. Pengen deh lolos ke nasional.. kan asyik tuh bisa ketemu orang" se Indonesia..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: 'Iya cha. KAKAKku kan jg pernah ikut tingkat Indonesia gitu. Terus ketemu cowoknya. Jadian deh. Awet loh padahal jarak jauh..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ERGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pas nonton film bikinan temen" dari kelas laen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: *ngoceh sendiri, suara keras bgd, sementara kelas lg sepi* 'Ah. Ini kan di kebun rumahnya temenku!! Ak tau nih lokasi syutingnyaa.. loh.. ini kan di rumahnya mas ini.. kakaknya temenku.. wah pake rumah dy semua nih.. ak pernah nginep disini lhoo.. ak kan kenal deket gitu ama dy.. tajir banget lho anaknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And many more. Get the compilation CD and cassete! Haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pokoknya intinya orangnya rada nyebelin gtu dah. Ak sih tau kl dy orangnya baik. Tapi rada nyebelin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terusss. Belakangan ini A lg ada masalah. Dy ga boleh pacaran ama pacarnya yg sekarang.. terus semua fasilitas yg asalnya dipunya ama A, dan otomatis dimanfaatkan semaksimal mungkin ama M dicabut. Mulai dari hp kamera—yg isinya foto"nya M, motor, tivi, pees, dan uang jajan berlimpah. Pokoknya uda ga ada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan kata A, sejak semua itu diambil, si M jd aga jauhin dy gtu.. terus kl dicurhatin jg menghindar.. ak ga mudeng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang akibatnya, A jauhin M. dan itu keliatan nyata bgd. Semua anak tau. Semua anak nyadar. Semua anak ngupil bareng. Engga deng. Dan sebagai orang yg mereka tau pernah deket banget ama A ama M, ak jadi orang yg paling banyak ditanyain soal apa yg terjadi diantara mereka berdua. Dan ak Cuma bisa nyengir sambil angkat bahu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ak kasihan sama M. mukanya merana banget. Masa td pas lg ngegosip bareng" anak banyak, A sama sekali ga mau nanggepin omongannya M, padaal M uda berusaha ngajak ngomong A.. duh. Ak jd bingung. Kasian sama M, tapi dy emang ga asyik orangnya.. pengen marah sama A, tp kalo jd A ak jg mungkin ngelakuin hal yg sama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan begitu jemaah gosip mulai nyadar dan saling pandang, terus ngeliatin ak dengan tatapan bertanya, sekali lagi ak Cuma bisa nyengir sambil angkat bahu..&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/4538134394723121744-4398565681649213375?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/4398565681649213375/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=4398565681649213375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/4398565681649213375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/4398565681649213375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/05/sahabat-yakin-lo.html' title='Sahabat? Yakin, lo??'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-6342378090905344085</id><published>2008-05-05T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:54:29.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>Jatuh ♥. Berjuta rasanyaa x(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bukan. Bukan ak yg jatuh cinta. Ak lagi mati rasa sekarang. Ga tau tuh kenapa. Semangat buat nyari geebetan sih tetep membara, tp kl suruh deketin seseorang lagi dari awal, musti ngrasain deg"an.. bakal dibales ga ya smsku.. bakal ditlvn balik ga yya.. huaaah. Ga deh ga lagi. Well, at least not now laaahh. Belum kuad nanggung beban kecewanya lg.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, kenapa posting kali ini judulnya jatuh &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; brjuta rasanya?? Karena eh karena sodara"ku semua. Temenku ini lg pada jatuh cinta. Dan oh-my-goat dy jd aneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Namanya lintang. Fyi, temenku yg satu ini galaknya masyaoloh. Secara sifat ples mines sama lah ama ak. Cuma dy tuh hobi banget yg namanya NGUPIL. Menurut pandangan cetek seorang icha, dengan muka vokalis band dan rambut kek bintang iklan sunsilk gtu, ga pantes aja dy hobi ngupil. Ga match ama fisik dy gtu dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satu lagi kebiasan dy yg ak apal bgd: ngomongnya megacot. Alias megabacot. Sumpe dah. Galak, keras bgd. Tipikal lah ama ak. Heehee. Dan kebiasaan yg lain adalah dy males. Yaa ga semales ak kl mau nyatet pelajaran, tp mirip" lah. Apalagi kl math ama fisika. Paling kita bedua Cuma duduk dblkg terus ngbacot sendiri, smsan, masang rol rambut di PONI (sumpah, ga peduli ama guru), ato ngapain kek asal ga nyatet. Nah bedanya ak ama dy, kl selesai pelajaran dy lgsg keliling kelas bwd pinjem catetan, ak pasrah aja liatin dy nyatet. Hhahaha. Tau nih dikasih makan aapa ama papa mama. Bisa males bgd kek ak gini.. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah hari ini adalah hari dmn ak nyadar dy berubah. Kl percakapanku ama dia pas jam math biasanya gni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ak: "nyatet tank?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dy: +suara megabacot+ "yyaaa enggaaalaaah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hari ini tiba" jd gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ak: "tank pinjem binder mau nyatet lagu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dy: +suara alus bin ajaib+ "oke. Tp ntar ak pinjem ya.. mau nyatet.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ak: +keselek kulit duren+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masyaoloh yaoloh ya robi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lintank itu orangnya cuek bgd. Ama gebetan dy yg dulu" aja, dia biasaaaa bgd. Ga ngeliatin samasekali kl lg ngegebet. Tapi kali ini lain.. omongan dy yg dulu sering ak ga percaya saking cueknya, sekarang berubah jd gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"cha! Ak td nyapa dia lhooo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ya ampuuuun.. cool bgd yya cha dyy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"CHAAAA!!! Dy bales KOMENKUUU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"CHA! Dy nanyain rumahku dimanaa!!"&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;à&lt;/span&gt; lewad komen di friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"aaah. Ga mau chaa. MALUUUU…!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"enaknya sms ga ya chaaa??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha. Manis bgd! Sumpah. It's like I see the new lintang. Yg lebih manis, lebih alus, lebih nyenengin. Tp jujur, ak jd rada jutek gt ama dy. Secara dy punya lovelife buad dicerita"in, nah ak?? Huwaaa. Gebetan aja ga punyaa!! Ak iriiii ama lintaaang.. maavin ak yya bebh.. huhu &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aneh ga sih ak? Huhuhu x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lovelifekuuu. Datanglah padakuuu!!&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/4538134394723121744-6342378090905344085?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/6342378090905344085/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=6342378090905344085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6342378090905344085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6342378090905344085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/05/jatuh-berjuta-rasanyaa-x.html' title='Jatuh ♥. Berjuta rasanyaa x('/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-6753303539436805761</id><published>2008-02-08T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:31:36.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi.. lagi.. dsakiti lagi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus"an aja disakitin kek gini. Kalo aku ngatain bram bego, aku juga ga kalah bego. Mau"nya aku percaya kalo bram itu tulus temenan ama aku. Nyatanya? Taik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekali lagi aku berusaha lindungi hati dia. Sekali lagi aku percaya kalo diapercaya sama aku. Sekali lagi aku ngerasa bener" punya temen yg baik. Yg sayang aku dan yg aku sayang setengah mati. Nyatanya? Ternyata aku ga pernah ada artinya apa" buat bram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apapun yg aku berusaha lakuin buat dia, biar dia ga terluka, ternyata samasekali ga pernah lebih baik daripada apapun yg dilakukan icha—seburuk apapun perlakuan icha ke dia. Apapun yg terjadi, aku ga bakal bisa bikin bram belain aku. Apapun yg terjadi, aku ga bakal bisa bikin bram tau kalo selama ini dia nyakitin aku—sama parahnya dengan apa yg dilakuin icha ke aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bram, apa menurut kamu icha masih kurang nyakitin aku, sampai kamu juga harus ada andil buat bikin aku ngerasa ga ada artinya? Terus apa yg udah aku percayai selama ini di kamu, apa artinya? Nggak ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ternyata emang kamu pantes disakitin. Kamu bodoh. Kamu idiot. Ga punya harga diri. Ga ada martabat. Aku jijik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan yg paling bikin aku jijik, adalah kenyataan bahwa aku sayang banget ama kamu sebagai sahabatku, dan itu nggak bakal mudah dilupakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kamu, bram, dan dia, icha. Sama aja taiknya.&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/4538134394723121744-6753303539436805761?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/6753303539436805761/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=6753303539436805761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6753303539436805761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/6753303539436805761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/02/lagi-lagi-dsakiti-lagi.html' title='Lagi.. lagi.. dsakiti lagi..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7141428144380698713</id><published>2008-01-26T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:29:12.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suharto has died. I don’t think i care..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm. Emang rasanya ga adil, kalo dipikir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ir. Soekarno yg berjuang taruhan nyawa biar indonesia merdeka, meninggal dengan amat tidak tenang dipengasingan. Sendirian, kesakitan, kesepian. Tapi aku yakin beliau bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soeharto, yg korupsi gila"an, bunuh 500rb-1jt nyawa (menurut yahoo!news), bikin sengsara jutaan lain, matinya pewe bgd. Di rumah sakid mewah, perawatan full, dengan segala upaya yg bisa dilakuin buad bikin dia bisa survive, ninggal harta yg ga keitung banyaknya. Tapi juga ninggal dosa yg sama gedenya. Ninggal dendam yg sama tak terbayarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi aga" adil juga deng. Paling ngga aku yakin ir. Soekarno wafat dengan bangga. Bahagia. Semua orang cinta sama beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soeharto kan matinya sengsara juga. Dicaci maki jutaan orang, dikutuk jutaan yg lain, ninggal utang, dan dibenci hampir seluruh indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hukum di negara kita memang belum berjalan semestinya. Tapi hukum Allah tetap ada. Hukum paling abadi, paling adil, paling tertata, dan anti suap. Hukum Allah lah yang bakal jd eksekutor soeharto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang, kita harus berdoa. Semoga semua diberi keihlasan. Semoga semua bisa suatu hari nanti memaafkan. Semoga kasus ini diusut sampai semua terbayar. Semoga koruptor" laen liat cara mati soeharto dan insyaf, karena koruptor ga bakal berakhir bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan kita harus tetep percaya, Allah tau yang terbaik. Mungkin memang yang terbaik buat kita semua ya cara ini. Dan kita harus percaya.. Allah tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;keep ur faith on u..&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/4538134394723121744-7141428144380698713?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7141428144380698713/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7141428144380698713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7141428144380698713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7141428144380698713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/01/suharto-has-died-i-dont-think-i-care.html' title='Suharto has died. I don’t think i care..'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7557821727562640282</id><published>2008-01-25T00:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:52:21.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keracunan sop! Dikutuk mz bram!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya oloh ampuni akuuu. Mz braaaaamm. Ikhlasin dong salah"kuuu!! Katanya ilmu ikhlas? Tp kok ke gini siiih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iya. Iya. IYA. Ini pasti gara" mz bram kaga ikhlasin salah"ku ke dia. Makanya semua ini terjadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#c00000; font-size:14pt; text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku keracunan sup busuuuk!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;span style='color:red'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidaaaaaaaakk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uuugh. Gara" kmaren brantem ama mz bram. Aku jd ga nyadar kalo sup yg aku mam itu uda dari PAGI. Padaal aku mam malem". Ikh ikh. GILAAAA. Supnya uda BUSUUUUK. Sialnya lagi, aku lagi pilek berad (gara" abis nangis juga) jadinya baunya yg masaoloh itu ga kecium!! Haduuuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan ini ada peercakapan yg bikin aku gendek luar biasa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'mam. Sup nya dibikin kapan, sih? Kok rasanya uda aga" aneh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama: 'oooh. BARU TADI PAGI kok.' *dengan tenang nonton tv*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'BARU. TADI. PAGI. HAAAAAAH? Mampus. Keracunan aku mam. Keracunan. Kracunaaan!!' *histeris*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama: 'aaah. Gapapa. Ga bahaya kok. Mama juga barusan maem.' *nonton tipi lagi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'beneran mam?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama: 'iyalah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baguss. Aku tenang malem itu. Menikmati sisa malam dengan berantem ama mz bram. Tidur dengan mata bengkak. Dan mimpi diretorika mba nabila sambil nangis". Horor nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekitar jam 3 pagi aku tiba" kebangun dengan perasaan gelisah tak menentu. Perud ini rasanya sakiiiiiid bgd. Aku mulai" panik. Tapi pengaruh mimpi yg kelewat horor bikin aku ga kepikir sama sekali kl penyebab mulas" itu tiada lain adalah SUP AYAM BUSUK. Sambil mringis" nahan sakit dan sesekali mengeluarkan bau"an tak sedap, aku bisa tidur lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jam 5. Aku kebangun lagi gara" sakid peerud sialan itu smakin nyiksa.. ya oloh tuhankyyuu. Sakidnya itu loh. Bener" sakid buanged ampe melilit" ampe aku nungging" ga karuwan. Akhirnya, setelah dengan perjuangan berad nulis sms rutin setiap bangun tidur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don, subuhan.. " &lt;/em&gt;yg dengan setia dikirim ke candyman tiap bangun pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Langsung aku banting hape ke kasur, lari ngambil kimono mandi, sprint ngambil underwear, terus long march ke kamar mandi.. wuuuuh. Legaaaa. Ahahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abis itu aku berangkad sekula dengan riang gembira. Lama" kok perudku rasanya mulai" sakit lagi. Aduh. Panik tuh. Mana pas jam b.ind, materinya aku suka lagi. Huuuh. Nahan" kentut gitu deh. Gilaaaa. Sakidnya minta ampun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abis itu baean lg rasanya, terus istirahad aku ada tugas muter k kelas" x. Kareena sibuk muter dan mesti ngomong panjang lebar di tiap kelas, aku mulai" lupa gitu deh ama perudku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abis itu jam biologi. Di lab. Yg amad sangad membosankan. Dan panas. Dan kita nonton VCD aja gitu. Soal pencernaan. Mending" klo yg maen lucu". Nah ini education vido tu kek bikinan taon nenek moyang gitu deh. Yg maen bapak" item botak pake kacamata segede mukanya yg ga banget. Sambil ngebacot ga jelas soal mineral protein karbohidrat glukosa fruktosa laktulosa apaan. Beuuuuuh. Sakid lagi peyudnaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tiba" aja hape di saku bajuku geter. Ga taunya c mama sms. Heran, padaal dy kan lg kuliah. Begitu baca smsnya, lgsng aja aku cekikikan ga jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mba, apa jgn" sop yg td mlm bener uda basi yah? Kok perut mama mules gini sih? Duh.. mama kuliahnya sambil meringis" nahan sakid.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahahaha, kasian si mama. Akhirnya beliau merasakan juga apa yg td aku rasakan.. ahaha. Dengan tekad tulus penuh perhatian, aku balesin dah sms nya c mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"nahan sakid? Nahan kentut ga mam? Aku kentut terus nih dari tadi.. hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dibales,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ya ditahan to ya. Kasian temen" mama kalo mama kentut. Kayaknya muka mama uda ijo nih kebanyakan ngisep kentut sendiri.. hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hadooooh. Mamaku yg satu ituuu. Memang luar biasa! Ahahah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan begitu pulang ke rumah tercinta, tanpa bisa dihindarkan dari siksaan perut yg menggelora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#548dd4; text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku mencret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ini semua gara" kamu mz!! Mz braaaam!! Akan kubuat kau mencret" jugaaa! Hahaha xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy ur days, as i always do!&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/4538134394723121744-7557821727562640282?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7557821727562640282/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7557821727562640282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7557821727562640282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7557821727562640282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/01/keracunan-sop-dikutuk-mz-bram.html' title='Keracunan sop! Dikutuk mz bram!'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-9151023927464645748</id><published>2008-01-24T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:54:35.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedih deh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heran ama mereka bedua. Ngerasa bgd kalo aku ngomongin mereka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Payah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masa iya c pere tiba" sms aku dan bilang kalo yg &lt;span style='color:#548dd4; text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;em&gt;seharusnya ngerasa uda nyakitin c laki itu aku, bukan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hayah. Becanda aja die mah. Heran.. aku tuh yang saking keseeeeeel bgd ampe ga tau mo ngmg apa lg ke dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gila aja dia mo maen" ama aku. Belon tau die gimana kl aku uda murka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beuuuuuh. Gunung ungaran ambrol ambrol dah.&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/4538134394723121744-9151023927464645748?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/9151023927464645748/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=9151023927464645748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/9151023927464645748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/9151023927464645748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/01/sedih-deh.html' title='Sedih deh.'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7971977232326576714</id><published>2008-01-22T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:33:09.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku lelah, lelaki...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;This confrontation started to feel ridiculouz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan aku uda capek. Aku lelah. Aku ngga mau lagi konfrontasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalo mau aku minta maap. Oke aku minta maap. Puas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang coba kamu yg liat dari sisi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jangan cuma liad dari sisi pacar kamu. Aku jg sakit ngata"in kamu. Aku tau kamu orang baik. Aku juga sakit mikir kalo kamu nyakitin aku tanpa tau apa". Aku sakit, lelaki. Sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang. Saat ini. Seterusnya. Maav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekali lagi, dari hubungan kita yg nggak pernah ada. Dari percakapan kita yg selalu maya. Kamu berhasil bikin aku nangis. Berhasil bikin aku kalah. Berhasil bikin aku depresi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku lelah, lelaki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sungguh. Aku lelah. Aku sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sungguh...&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/4538134394723121744-7971977232326576714?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7971977232326576714/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7971977232326576714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7971977232326576714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7971977232326576714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/01/aku-lelah-lelaki.html' title='Aku lelah, lelaki...'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-2756805219872511956</id><published>2008-01-22T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:25:42.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelakinya maraaaah!! Sedikit konyol.. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya iyalah.. klo aku jadi lelaki itu juga pasti marah. Aku juga nyadar kalo aku ngatain dia kebangetan. Abis gregetan. Ga laki ga pere sama aja munafikna. Ngomong" sendiri, diingkarin sendiri. Konyol bgd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adakah yg bertanya"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jadi sodara", kemaren si lelaki itu (u know who i mean), tiba" suddenly kirim komen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style='color:red'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lidah kmu tajam bgd. Makasi yah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aduuuuh. Aku jadi (agak) ngerasa bersalah. Apa emang separah itu yah? Hmm. Maav deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus aku balees dengan riang gembira: "&lt;span style='color:red'&gt;sama sama&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haaaah. Jahad yah? Maav (lagi) deh. Abisan, that comment really showed me that he doesn't understand my position at all. Bego emang. Aku juga bego, mau"nya percaya ama orang bego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Serius. Coba dia tau rasanya. Coba dia tau rasanya dikhianatin ama sahabat sendiri, yg uda dianggep ade sendiri, yg dilindungi mati"an, yg dibantu abis"an, yg didengerin setiap waktu, yg disayang segitu dalem, dan paling parah, YG SAMA SEKALI NGGAK NYADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi yaaaa. Ga bisa liad dari sisi aku doang juga sih. Menurut dia, pasti aku yg bohong. Pasti cewek dia (yg mantan sahabatku) itu yg paling suci, paling bener, paling jujur, paling bisa dipercaya, endeblah endeblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan aku cuma cewek jelek gendut yg sirik ama cewek dia yg (so pasti) cuantik luar biasa... *bentar. Break dulu mo muntah.. oke lanjut lagi*.. dan bahwa aku lakuin ini semua biar mereka putus dan biar si cewek menderita dan biar aku bisa pamerin ke temen" aku kalo aku menang dan biar (kali" aja) si lelaki mau jadi pacarku. (Ini aku dapet adri analisa kepribadian si cewek yah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, FYI. &lt;span style='color:#4f6228; text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;em&gt;GUA KAGA MINAT LAGI AMA ELU. SORI AJA. GUA LEBI SUKA COWO YG GA BEGO. YG PUNYA HARGA DIRI—PALING GA CUKUP TINGGI BUAT NGGAK DIMAENIN AMA ANAK SATU ESEMA YG UMURNYA JARAK 4 TAUNAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So sorry that i'm being very rude and harsh. Tapi sumpah gendeknya minta ampun. And by the way, saat ini aku sedih dan sendu dan gelisah gara" komen barusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#fbd4b4'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Tuhan. Aku tau aku salah. Aku minta maap. Tapi bisa ngga ya, Tuhan maapin mereka bedua? Semoga bisa ya Tuhanku. Aku tulus nih doain mereka. Kasian kalo mereka ga dimaapin. Salah mereka kan ga gede" amat. Yg cewe CUMA khianatin ama boongin ama fitnah ama nusuk aku dari belakang. Yg cowo cuma nurutin ceweknya dan ikutan nuduh aku yg engga". Masih bisa dimaapkan kan ya, Tuhan? Maapin kita bertiga yaaaa. Amiiiiiiiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy your days, no matter how many people could treat u the wrong way, as i always do!&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/4538134394723121744-2756805219872511956?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/2756805219872511956/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=2756805219872511956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/2756805219872511956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/2756805219872511956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/01/lelakinya-maraaaah-sedikit-konyol-xd.html' title='Lelakinya maraaaah!! Sedikit konyol.. xD'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-687816438780808345</id><published>2008-01-22T05:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:03:33.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerpenku. Sentimental sekali.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Harrington; font-size:24pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SURAT UNTUK REGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Dear Rega…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Ga… waktu lo baca ini surat, gue bakalan udah jauh dari lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue pasti udah nggak bisa nemenin lo latian judo lagi, gue pasti udah nggak bisa nemenin lo tawuran lagi, gue pasti udah nggak bisa nemenin lo jalan sama Brown, gue pasti udah nggak bisa nemenin lo ngelukis lagi, pokoknya nggak bakal ada sama elo lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Surat ini bagi gue lebih mirip pengakuan dosa, Ga! Banyak yang gue sembunyiin dari lo sejak pertama kita ketemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue jatuh cinta sama elo sejak pertama gue liat elo mungut Brown di depan rumah Tante Anita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;gue nggak tau apa yang bisa bikin gue jatuh cinta sama elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Mungkin sorot mata lo yang lembut waktu ngeliat Brown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Mungkin tangan lo yang dengan lembut ngebelai kepala Brown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Mungkin juga perhatian yang lo tunjukkin buat Brown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Yang jelas tanpa gue sadari, gue ngerasa sayang sama elo saat itu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Dan gue nggak punya cara lain buat deketin lo, seelain pura-pura jadi sahabat setia lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, Ga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Lo marah? Nggak papa, deh! I absoltely deserve, kok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Kebersamaan gue sama elo yang cuma 6 bulan bener-bener berarti buat gue. Karena dalam 6 bulan itu, gue yakin kalo gue emang jatuh cinta sama orang yang tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Waktu Arinda nembak elo, waktu kakak lo sakit dan harus dioperasi, waktu proposal buat program scholarship kuliah lo ilang, gue mati-matian nggak nangis di depan elo. Gue mati-matian nggak panik di depan elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue pengen keliatan tegar, mandiri, dan nggak ngerepotin. Cuma supaya lo kagum sama gue, supaya lo terpesona sama gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Tapi waktu lo keserempet truk dan tangan lo patah, gue nggak bisa nahan diri, Ga! Waktu lo dioperasi, gue nangis gila-gilaan. Gue panik, gue takut lo kenapa-napa. Gue takut keilangan orang yang paling berarti buat gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Lo ngebagi semua marah lo ke gue, semua tawa lo ke gue, semua tangis lo ke gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue terima semuanya dengan senang hati. Yang gue heran, kenapa lo samasekali nggak pernah ngebagi cinta lo buat gue, Ga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Atau at least, lo nggak pernah nunjukin cinta lo ke gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue seneng lo selalu ada buat gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue bahagia liat lo khawatir ama keadaan gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue lega liat lo bolak-balik nungguin gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Tapi gue paling bahagia waktu lo ngebatalin janji ama Arinda dan milih nemenin gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Muka Arinda waktu itu, Ga, lo inget?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Hahaha! Gue sampe kebelet pup gara-gara nahan ketawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Tapi gue rasa, semua itu buat elo cuma demi persahabatan; bukan demi cinta. Iya, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Ga, mungkin gue nggak sesempurna Arinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Tapi gue yakin, cinta gue ke elo, sayang gue ke elo, semua yang ada dalam diri gue yang gue kasih buat elo, adalah hal paling sempurna di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Dari awal gue udah yakin kalo bakal kayak gini akhirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Tapi gue mutusin buat berjuang demi cinta gue ke elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Gue pengen lo tau, masa-masa kita bareng-bareng adalah masa-masa paling nggak terlupakan dalam hidup gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Intinya, Ga, gue cinta elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Sedingin apapun elo, sesinis apapun elo, setertutup apapun elo, semenyebalkan apapun diri lo, gue tetep cinta sama lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt; Gue sayang elo, Ga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terimakasih, lo udah ngasih gue enam bulan paling menakjubkan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terimakasih, lo udah nunjukin ke gue kalo gue nggak salah milih lelaki buat dicintai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terimakasih, lo udah ngebikin gue punya semangat buat berjuang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terimakasih, lo udah sabar ngadepin galaknya gue, manjanya gue, kolokannya gue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terimakasih, atas semua perhatian lo, tawa lo, marah lo, airmata lo, duka lo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terimakasih, atas semua yang lo ajarin ke gue, yang gue yakin nggak bakal gue dapet dari siapapun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terimakasih, karena lo udah jadi cinta paling indah, bagian paling berharga dari hidup gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Sekali lagi maaf, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue boongin elo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue nggak nunjukin apa adanya diri gue ke elo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue bikin elo nggak bisa nikmatin masa SMA lo dengan bener,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue sering ngajakin lo bolos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue sering ngajakin lo tawuran,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue meksa dilatih judo sama elo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena mulai sekarang gue nggak bisa bantuin lo ngasih makan Brown, yang nafsu makannya gila-gilaan itu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue nggak bisa nepatin janji gue buat sama-sama masuk Kedokteran Hewan di UI,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue masih ngutang banyak janji lainnya sama elo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue bener-bener cinta sama elo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Terakhir, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Maaf, karena gue nggak bakal bisa ada sama elo lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Arega Ranindito, gue cinta elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Dulu, saat ini, dan selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Forever yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Lucida Handwriting; font-size:12pt'&gt;Kazyra Amanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:13pt'&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings 2'&gt;ììì&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Bradley Hand ITC'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Rega menangis, menyesali Zyra yang pergi tanpa tahu perasaan Rega yang sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;"Zyra, gue sayang elo. Dulu, saat inin, dan selamanya…" bisik Rega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Entah dari mana, samar-samar terdengar lagu bernada sendu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah kusimpan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sampai nanti aku kan ada di sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenanglah dirimu dalam kedamaian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah, cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau tak terlihat lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun cintamu abadi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify; margin-left: 85pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Abadi MT Condensed Light'&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mengenangmu, Kerispatih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Bunga di makam Zyra belum lagi kering…&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/4538134394723121744-687816438780808345?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/687816438780808345/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=687816438780808345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/687816438780808345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/687816438780808345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2008/01/cerpenku-sentimental-sekali_22.html' title='Cerpenku. Sentimental sekali.'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-4979896099809468967</id><published>2007-12-29T03:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T03:21:09.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hari ini aku ngerasain hikmah dari kejahatan (hoho) yg dulu dilakuin john sama (mantan)sahabatku ke aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sejak mereka perlakuin aku semena" (hayah), aku baru sadar kalo aku jadi lebih bisa menghargai orang lain. Maksudnya, kalo misalnya aku mau deketin cowok, terus tiba" ada cowok lain yg deketin aku, aku bakal milih salah satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku bakal mikir, seandainya ada cowok deketin aku, apa aku bakal rela kalo cowok itu juga lagi deketin cewek lain? Kalo aku nggak rela, aku nggak bakal berlaku gitu ke cowok yang lagi deketin aku. Aku bakal milih salah satu. Dan kalo ternyata pilihanku salah, itu resiko. As long as aku nggak mendzalimi siapapun (hueeeh bahasanyaaa), aku (insyaallah) nggak akan ngerasa terluka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hieee. Sok wise sekali aku hari ini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And by the way, I'm dying of having a boyfriend this New Year… huaaaah. Udah ada calon, sih. Tapi masih belom tentu juga… hehehe xPP&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/4538134394723121744-4979896099809468967?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/4979896099809468967/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=4979896099809468967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/4979896099809468967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/4979896099809468967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2007/12/hari-ini-aku-ngerasain-hikmah-dari.html' title=''/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-8796837882481471530</id><published>2007-12-28T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T05:58:25.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orang aneh. Tapi kasian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aneh" sadjah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adaa yaa orang kek gitu? Yg nanya", dijawab jujur, pake ngatain akuu boong, ngatain aku ga setia kawan, ngatain aku jelek"in temenku sendiri, eeeh... begitu kebukti kalo omonganku bner, langsung aja ngaku salaah dan minta maav. Ga malu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kemana aja oom?? Dulu pas akuu bilang soal that dinerwhore kmuu malah gitu... now u know. I'm not that kind of girl who would be talking shit about my (ex)bestfriend just to get a boy—like u! Hah!—and screwing our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problems are not in me! She's the one who has all the SHITs. Her selfishness, her stupidity, her fakenesses, her evil minds. All in HER! Not in ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makan tuh &lt;em&gt;cewek bae"!!&lt;/em&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/4538134394723121744-8796837882481471530?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/8796837882481471530/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=8796837882481471530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8796837882481471530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/8796837882481471530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2007/12/orang-aneh-tapi-kasian.html' title='Orang aneh. Tapi kasian...'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-7419373248912471538</id><published>2007-12-26T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:57:33.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowok dan ujian. (hah?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belakangan jadi kepikir nih. Sering denger lagu Linger-nya Cranberies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"… &lt;em&gt;Was it just a game for you? And it means so deep… you know I'm such a fool for you… you got me after-after finger out… do you have to let it linger? Do you have to? Do you have to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;em&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;em&gt;I thought nothing could go wrong… but I was wrong… but I was wrong…&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is that really how things work for boys? Just a game? Apa iya selama ini emang kayak gitu anggepan cowok soal cewek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apalagi kalo aku liat buktinya. Aku tau nggak semua cowok brengsek dan aku nggak boleh men-judge semua cowok brengsek cuma karena aku kenal beberapa yang yah—kebetulan?—brengsek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bukannya aku apatis atau skeptis atau atheis atau –is –is yang lain… tapi kok ya kebeetulan banget beberapa waktu belakangan ini cowok yang muncul di deepan batang idungku yang brengsek semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mulai yang deketin aku dan ternyata udah punya cewek, yang sms aku tiap hari dan ngajak aku ke pensi cuma buat manas"in mantannya dan pada akhirnya balik lagi ama mantannya itu, yang panggil aku 'sayang' terus tiba" jadian ama cewek lain, yang sayang"an ama temenku terus tiba" balik ama mantannya, yang macarin temenku tapi tiba" gandeengan ama cewek lain di mall… huaaah. Udah berapa tuh? Daftarnya nggak abis"…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang malah lain lagi. Rasanya aku dibikin sayang ama cowok yang nggak jelas perasaannya ke aku. Bukannya aku udah sesayang itu ama dia, tapi tetep aja kalo kayak gini rasanya cuma aku yang berjuang. Cuma aku yang khawatir. Cuma aku yang panik. Cuma aku yang cemburu. Cuma aku yang kangen. Cuma aku yang… well, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selalu kayak gini. Dari dulu. Dan bukannya aku nggak belajar dari pengalaman, tapi ini tuh udah kayak watak aku. Susaaaah banget buat berhenti. Rasanya hampir" aku nggak bakal bisa berhenti suka sama cowok yang nggak jelas perasaannya sama aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalo mau jujur, jelas aku capek diginiin ama seetiap cowok yang (aku pikir) deket sama aku. Aku capek naik roller coaster perasaan. Kadang kalo dia lagi mood nya bagus, aku kayak ada di puncak. Berasa sejajar sama langit, dan bahagiaaaa banget, sekaligus cemas karena aku sadar semakin tinggi aku terbang, bakal seeemakin sakit kalo aku jatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There I am. Falling. Secepat berkedip mood nya berubah dari baik ke cuek, ke males, ke jutek. Dan kalo udah gitu, rasanya aku mending nggak usah pernah ke dufan sama sekali daripada naek roller coaster dan akhirnya jatoh. Ngerti, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku blank. Nggak tau gimana mestinya bersikap ke dia. Kapan aku harus narik, kapan aku harus ngulur. Aku nggak tau kalo pada saat kayak gini aku harus kejar dia, dan pada saat alin aku harus bikin dia kejar aku. Aku nggak tau kapan saat yang tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This thing was so easy back in my middle school. The guys were not so confusing. They would straightly tell me when they wanted me to make a move or to stay where I was or even to go backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan kalo udah kayak gini, nggak heran aku selalu patah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nggak heran cowok lebih milih cewek yg player dan lebih biasa narik ulur dari pada aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait. Why do we have to talk about this? Nothing's so important. Let's go off to another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semesteran gilaaaa!!! Pertama dulu yang kentara banget bikin stress ya Fisika ama Math yang distel BARENG SEHARI! Gilaaa. Itu guru pada mikir nggak sih? Mereka sih iya enak, tinggal nulis jadwal sama masang"in pelajaran. Lah kita yang mikir? Gila aja. Satu rumus Fisika aja nggak apal, gimana dikasih soal yang musti diaplikasiin ama rumus laen? Apalagi kalo abis ngotak-atik rumus ampe kepala jebol, masih harus ngerjain soal Math yang sama gilanya. Semua rumus yang udah dipelajarin susah payah semalem suntuk langsung ngalir keluar dari idung, jadi ingus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, SEMUA. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sampe" aku ngebikin rutinitas baru kalo ngerjain semesteran fisika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pertama, minta soal. Soal dibagi, lembar jawab dibagi, tulis nama, kelas, no tes, dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kedua, baca soal di romawi 2 alias essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketiga, ijin ke belakang, muntah" karena mual liat soal yang kata-per-kata aku nggak mudeng. I mean it, guys. KATA PER KATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keempat, duduk manis di kursi, soal disusun rapi di atas lembar jawab, dan berdoa sekuat tenaga bakal ada malaikat berwujud temen sekelas yang pinter fisika dan lagi baik hati, terus mutusin buat ngirimin kita jawaban soal fisika dari no 1-45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setelah 75 menit pertama tidur dengan sukses, dimulailah perjuangan 45 menit terakhir buat ngoleksi jawaban. Istilah kerennya, nyontek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan bel tanda waktu ngerjain abis pun berdering. Semua anak pun keluar dengan bermacam" gaya tubuh dan raut muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uli: 'cha, gila. Susah banget. Aku nggak bisa yang nomer 49 sama 50.' *mijit" jidat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'eh? Emang soalnya apaan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umi: 'uli… icha… kalian bias nggak yang nomer 24 tadi?' *sambil geleng" pasrah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uli: 'yang mana, sih?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umi: 'yang nyari lentingan dari persamaan blahblahblahblahblahblah itu loh…'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uli: 'oooh, itu ya? Aku nggak bisaaa! Tadi udah aku itung ampe tiga kali tapi nggak ketemu jawabannya!' *nutupin muka dg raut stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umi: 'iya! Sama, Li… kayaknya emang soalnya yang rada nggak beres. Rumus blahblahblahblahblah aja nggak masuk…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'eh. Mang ada ya soal kayak gitu tadi?' *muka bego*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umi+Uli: 'ichaaaaaaaa…'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jam Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'pssst. Heh. Li! Uli! Nomer 32 apaan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uli: 'kayaknya pake rumus statistic yang nyari absolute deviation terus dicari blahblahblahnya, abis itu di blahblahblahin, terus baru blahblahblahblah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'Pak, ijin ke belakang. Perut saya mual.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh… sotoy!! Lupakaaaann!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still, anyway, be cheerful! Be happy! Be happy! Days are waiting for you to go…&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/4538134394723121744-7419373248912471538?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/7419373248912471538/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=7419373248912471538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7419373248912471538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/7419373248912471538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2007/12/cowok-dan-ujian-hah.html' title='Cowok dan ujian. (hah?)'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-1102556337564665772</id><published>2007-12-24T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:17:52.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulideiii. Goin' well, I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiyaaa. Lima hari di Rembang... feels like forever! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banyak banget yang pengen diceritain. Ada yang nyebelin, tapi buanyak yang nyenengin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pertamanya sih perjalanan rada keganggu ama damned newlywed yg (kayaknya) dengan sengaja punya rencana buat ngancurin moodku sbelum liburan dimulai. Sialan emang. Masa iya, dengan tenangnya the groom (yieks) sms aku kek gini, &lt;em&gt;'oleh2? Apa aja boleh. Ntar ngasihnya lewat ****-KU aja yah? Kamu mau ngasih oleh2nya buat KITA BERDUA kan?&lt;/em&gt;' ha-ha-ha. Aku yakin dia nggak sekedar lupa kalo ****-NYA itu yg seelama ini udah nyakitin aku dan bahkan ngerebut dia dari aku (if I can say...). huh! Malaaaaasss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't get these people. Are they stupid or just being idiot for like—the whole lifetime? Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, everything went really perfectly okay. I had so much fun. I went for a walk with my besties, I flirted all the time, I watched cable TV, I played around with my lil' sisters and brothers, I rode around the city with my ex-boyfriends, I shopped, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang paling keren, I just got much closer with him. Hehehe. But for real, I don't feel like I'm sure about this guy. Okay he's great, okay he's funny, okay he's smart and all. But sometimes, he really gets me confused. One time he's sweet. Next, he's stranger. He's mysterious. He's… well, adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways. I'm trying so hard now to keep the relationship going on well. I don't wanna lose another chance. I'm having it right now, and I'm trying to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pray for me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, enjoy your day. As I always do!&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/4538134394723121744-1102556337564665772?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/1102556337564665772/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=1102556337564665772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1102556337564665772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/1102556337564665772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2007/12/hulideiii-goin-well-i-guess.html' title='Hulideiii. Goin&amp;#39; well, I guess'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-5909744854185704819</id><published>2007-12-10T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:54:55.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school never ends'/><title type='text'>Hari ini bahagiaaa…</title><content type='html'>Sebenernya awalnya rada" suram juga sih, tapi overall, summary hari ini bisa disimpulkan aku cukup bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang bikin hari ini kerasa banget suramnya yaitu cerita dari dua temen aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temen 1&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selama ini temen aku tu deket ama cowok, sebut aja dia "S". mereka tuh kalo smsan udah mesra bgd gitulah. Aku juga udah seneng banget tiap hari temen aku masuk skul kek ada semangad dari dalem dirinya yang bikin dia keliatan manusiawi dan semangat itu tuh nyebar ke anak" lain. Si S ini pernah ngejanjiin ama temen aku, katanya kalo ntar mereka udah ketemu, si S bakalan nembak temen aku. Oiya lupa, jadi selama ini tu si S ama temen aku baru ketemu sekali, kebanyakan mereka cuma sms ama telpon gitulah. Nah, secara dijanjiin kek gitu, temen aku juga udah sayang banget ama ni cowok, makin giranglah dia breangkat skul nya. Tiap ditanyain soal cowok ini, muka dia langsung merah. Hadooo. Lucu banget. Manis gitu kesannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bencana mulai dateng pas mereka janjian lagi buat ketemuan. Seminggu sebelum waktu janjian, temen aku ini udah keliatan seneng banget. Semangat dia makin tinggi aja dari hari ke hari. Semua anak di kelas mulai ngeceng"in dia, "cihuii… mu jadian ni yeee…", "**** punya pacal ni yee…" dll dsb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan janjianlah mereka. Dengan temen aku yang semangat empat lima, dan cowoknya yg ga tau semangat apa ngga. Mereka janjian di bioskop. Temen aku uda dateng jauh" dari rumah, dandan rapi jali wangi, dengan harapan yang superbly high. Sampe bioskop, si S ini malah pede banget nonton duluan ama temen"nya. Gregetan, temen aku telpon dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Temen aku: 'eh, kmu dimana sih?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si S: 'aduh, aku uda di dalem ni, sama anak". Kamu PULANG AJA.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coba bilang sama aku, cewek mana yang ngga shock digituin ama orang yg ngejanjin bakal nembak kalo uda ketemuan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus sekarang si cowok lg di jakarta. Kemaran temen aku sms dia, ngasih kek puisi gitulah. Inti puisi itu adalah kenapa temen aku sayang ama si S itu. Lagi", si cook bener" pede banget, malah bales:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'***, aku tau kamu sayang sama aku. Tapi maav ya, aku GA SAYANG AMA KAMU. Sekarang aja aku lg NONTON AMA ANAK SINI. MANIS DEH ANAKNYA. SUER.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jdeeerrrr. Gila tu cowok. Belon tau die kalo si **** tu temen aku! Itu baru malem minggu lalu. Hari ini, hari senin, temen aku ini berangkat sekolah uda kek mau nangis aja bawaannya. Gila. Kasian cuy… gatel banget tangan aku pengen ngegaplok muka si S ini! Ngapain doa pake ngasih harapan tinggi" kalo akhirnya cuma bakal diancurin kek gini?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang ini malah mergokin pacarnya jalan ama cewek lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waktu itu, temenku ini lagi jalan ama temennya (cewek tapii. Jadi dia ga selingkuh!) di CL. Nah pas lg mam eskrim di McDonald, tiba" dia ngeliat cowok yg kalo dari belakang mirip banget ama cowoknya. Langsung aja mereka bedua ngikutin itu cowok. Pertamanya sih semua terlihat wajar" saja. Cowok itu—yang ternyata emang pacar temenku—ama cewek yg dia bawa ketawa-ketiwi layaknya teman biasa. Terus maik diikutin, makin parah. Pertama si cowok mulai" ngelus" pala cewek yg dia bawa. Temen aku uda mulai shock. Dia kedip. Begitu buka, voila. Mereka uda gandengan tangan layaknya sepasang kekasih yang sedang bercengkrama. *apaan coba?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebelum ini, temen aku udah digantungin selama 2 minggu ama cowok ini. Ga di telpon, ga di sms. Dan ternyata emang bener. Cowoknya selingkuh. Kasian dia. Padahal dia sayang banget ama cowok ini… dasar lelaki **piipp**. Haha x).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off with the pathetic topics! Sekarang bagian serunya niiih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jadi si desty, temen aku yg laen, hari ini ultah. Kita anak" se geng cabut pada mau ngerjain dia abis"an pokoknya. Ampe dia stress kalo perlu! Swit seventin! Kapan lagi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kerjaan gila pertama, kita sembunyiin hape dia. Itu hape baru balik ke dia setelah berminggu" disita ama nyokapnya. Intinya dia lagi seneng"nya lah ama hape itu. Nah, begitu dia nyadar kalo hapenya raib tak bersisa, mulailah dia panik. Nyari-nyari ke kolong, ke tas, ke bawah" meja. Padahal itu masih jam pelajaran. Aku udah khawatir banget anak" bakal ngakak tiba". Tapi untung semua mulus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mulai tahap ini desty uda mau" nangis gitu. Si ambon, temen aku yg lain malah kesenengan liat desty nangis, direkam pake handycam. Bel pulang, aku smsin temen" maen desty yg dari kelas laen. Rury, bianda, decin, smua pada dateng. Pada ekting semua mereka. Sok" nanyain hape desty dimana. Ngelus" pala desty. Pake hibur" segala. Padahal mereka tau banget! Sampe tahap ini desty uda nangis ngga terkendali. Dia sebut" hapenya kek orang sekarat. Anak" mulai ngga tahan mau ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya kita eksekusi dia. Kita tutup matanya, kita iket tangannya di belakang badan. Dia jerit", sampe beberapa kali iketannya lepas. Setelah dibentak" dan diancem macem", akhirnya dia capek juga kali. Dia diem. Aku beraksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'des, diem sini, ya. Kita mau cariin hape kamu…*sok prihatin, padahal yg iket tangan dia kan aku*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desti: 'iya cha. Tapi kenapa pake ditutup segala?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'soalnya kita mau gini…' *guyur pala desty pake pop es blue vanilla.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desti: '*piiip* *piiip*. Icha sialaaaaan!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semua anak: 'WUAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belum selesai, kita puter"in dia dengan mata dia yg ketutup, tangan diiket di belakang, ga pake sepatu atopun kaos kaki, dan dalam keadaan stress karena dia masih mikir hapenya ilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desty: 'mau diapain lagiiiii?!' *jerit" frustasi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'nggak diapa"in kok des…' *pecahin telor di pala desty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desty: 'ICHAAAAAA…' *kibas"in rambut kek anjing keujanan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anak": 'eeeehh!!! Telornya kemana" niiihh!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'udah des… diem deh. Apa kamu mau kita tinggalin disini?! Nggak kan? Yaudah, nih biar kamu nggak bau telor…' *guyur pala desty pake adonan tepung*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desty: 'ya ampuuun. Ichaaaaaa…'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku: 'sekalian ya des…' *guyur pala desty pake kuah gula jawa* YAIKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desty: 'aaah. Aaah. AAAAAHHH. Apaaan neeeh???'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anak": *ngakak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ngerasa udah cukup mempermalukan desty di hadapan publik smaga, kita" pun ngarak dia jalan ke tugu muda. FYI, perjalanan ke tugu muda tidaklah mudah. Ngelewatin 1 SD, 2 SMP, beberapa kantor, beberapa warung, dan nyeberangin jalanan tugu muda yg rame bgd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perlu diingat, desty ditutup matanya, diiket tangannya, dan ga pake sepatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sampe tugu muda, kita buka iketan tangannya, dan dengan penuh kebanggaan, kita JEBURIN DIA DI KOLAM TUGU MUDA. Yaiks. Kolam itu biasa dipake eek &amp;amp; pipis &amp;amp; buang sial ama anak" jalanan+pengamen+orang gila. Disekeliling kolamnya aja banyak lele kuning bertebaran… idddih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary penampakannya si desty setelah "pesta" selesai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pop es blue vanilla+telor+tepung+aer+gula jawa+pipis orang gila+lumut+cream kue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yaiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhows, hari ini aku bahagiiaaaa…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdulillah ya allah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4538134394723121744-5909744854185704819?l=issasamichat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/feeds/5909744854185704819/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538134394723121744&amp;postID=5909744854185704819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5909744854185704819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538134394723121744/posts/default/5909744854185704819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issasamichat.blogspot.com/2007/12/hari-ini-bahagiaaa.html' title='Hari ini bahagiaaa…'/><author><name>i c h a o t i c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10042667706645725300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAuvpLREjU8/Sfz7ytgUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/9S4CEYRTydg/S220/11022008(002)-001+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538134394723121744.post-3678266524144122505</id><published>2007-12-09T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:57:47.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kejutan BESAR dari sahabatkuu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banyak hal aneh terjadi di luar dugaan. Easiest, realest, example; is what had happened to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebenernya hal ini bukan sesuatu yang terlalu ngagetin, I &lt;em&gt;knew &lt;/em&gt;that this was coming. But still, you know. Hard. Hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rasanya masih susah buat share masalah ini sama banyak orang. Karena itu, aku nggak akan ngebeberin seluruh masalahnya. Intinya, sahabat yang aku sayaaaaang banget, turned out to be an enemy on my blanket (hha, bner ga ne istilahnya?). She cheated me since whenever. Ga tau juga apa maunya. Ga tau apa tujuannya. Ga tau apa SEBABnya. She just did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rasanya masii keingeet banget, gimana kita seneng" dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ikut lomba debat bareng, menang bareng, ngecengin peserta laen bareng, gila"an sleepover party di rumah temen kita, curhat" bareng pake bhs inggris supaya ga ada yg niat nguping (as if!), keabisan bensin bareng, makan pizza bareng, berkali" hangout bareng, shopping bareng, semua"nya bareng…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalo inget aku dulu temenin dia pas dia blm punya temen disini, pas dia mati"an suka ama temenku dan ditolak, pas dia desperate karena kemampuannya siitung paling rendah di team debat, pas dia abis"an ngejar cowok… rasanya makin ga adil perlakuan dia ke aku. Aku yang uda capek" kayak gitu ke dia, anter jemput dia ke rumahnya, ternyata ga terlalu berharga buat dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bukannya aku gila hormat ato apa sih… bukan juga aku nuntut dia supaya nyembah" aku karena semua yg uda aku lakuin buat dia… BUKAN! Gila aja. Samasekali ga ada pikiran kek gitu! I just want her to treat me the same way that I do! As a bestfriend! But she never did. Dan hal ini bikin aku yakin that we weren't friend. We never were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AKU yang anggep dia sahabat. AKU yang pontang panting bantuin dia. AKU yang selalu ada waktu dia butuh. AKU yang sendirian nangis waktu dia ada masalah. AKU yang selalu &lt;em&gt;ngerasa &lt;/em&gt;dia butuh aku. AKU yang ngelakuin semuanya sendirian. AKU yang bilang terimakasih ke dia atas semua hal sepele. AKU yang selalu minta maaf kalo dia nangis. AKU yang selalu salah kalo kita berantem. Semuanya. SEMUANYA. Selalu cuma aku. Selalu cuma dia. Ga pernah ada KITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku ngerasa pathetic aja. Disini aku nangisin persahabatan (yang aku &lt;em&gt;pikir&lt;/em&gt; ada) kita yg hancur, sementara dia seneng" sama cowok yg bias dibilang ditikung dari aku. Bukan, bukan cowok ini sumber permasalahannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selama cowok itu bukan Kaka nya AC Milan, ato Prince William, ato Mz Buna, cowok manapun ga bakal bisa bikin aku berantem ama sahabatku sendiri. Bukan cowok. Tapi dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dia sendiri yang bikin aku ngerasa fed up. Dia sendiri yang bikin aku mikir that I had enough with her childishness. Dia sendiri yang bikin aku ngerasa cukup sakit hati buat mutusin hubungan persahabatan, as if it was exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan sekarang, aku ngerasa bersalah banget sama dia. Dan aku masih ga tau apa yang bisa aku lakuin buat bikin sakit hatiku terbalas dengan setimpal, tapi juga tanpa sakitin dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Persahabatan kami makan korban. Dan biar korban itu cukup aku. Di nggak perlu jadi korban kedua. Cukup aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. Sekarang aku lagi nyari sahabat nih. Ada yang mau ga? Syaratnya cuma satu: NOT A BACKSTABBER. 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