<?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-13051417</id><updated>2012-02-14T00:22:26.547+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ingenue</title><subtitle type='html'>a complicated person, a loner, suffers from chronic pharyngitis and bruxism, heavenly love, earthly lust</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FUCKIN' HATE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST FUCK OFF AND DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-8371679157830512426?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/8371679157830512426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=8371679157830512426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/8371679157830512426'/><link rel='self' 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udah tau.&lt;br /&gt;Baru2 ini gue chat lagi sama dia, dan sore itu pun jadi menyenangkan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue yang pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapakah nama aseli superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pak idris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh begitu... kasian ya&lt;br /&gt;kasian ya kamu&lt;br /&gt;cantik2 kok ngaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenapa? bagiku pak idris itu laki2 super kok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya juga sih diliat dari ukuran jari manisnya/// sepertinya jari manis kaya' gitu yang bikin cincin terasa lebih berat gram nya&lt;br /&gt;oh pak idris kamu kok...&lt;br /&gt;gemas2 sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;daripada GeRam: GEmas RAMe2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibanding NgeriNgga... sama bunyinya kaya' Gerindra&lt;br /&gt;hiiyyyyy ngeri deh hantu yang di WC cewe lantai * sarinah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;aku kan nanti mau pipis!&lt;br /&gt;ah ya udah, minta temenin pak idris sang superman ajah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;kalau aku nemenin gimana?&lt;br /&gt;sama pak hmmmm pak hmmm Oom Yos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;om yos dah nda ada kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;om den aja deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;oh kalau gitu Piput?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;atau kalo buat kamu cocoknya uumm... om alam deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;aku sih mau nemenin kok walau sampai ke Yogya juga bisa kok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yogya itu sangat positif, karena kalau dia negatif maka akan jadi Yogno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhmmmmm kasian ya kamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ada juga kamsia, kan menjelang imlek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bener deh Sekar... kau prihatini indah sarai sama kondisi mu&lt;br /&gt;aku kan sempet naksir sama kamu&lt;br /&gt;jadi pasti aku perhatiin deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;iya&lt;br /&gt;aku juga pernah naksir kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;PERNAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;taksiranku, yaahh kira2.. 5000 lah alias goceng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah masa?&lt;br /&gt;wajh itu bukan taksir tapi BID&lt;br /&gt;lelangan itu mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lelangan asegaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tuh kan&lt;br /&gt;lagi2&lt;br /&gt;gemes ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gemes tuh apanya gempatul sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;gemes iti gempatus mesra&lt;br /&gt;eh gempatus&lt;br /&gt;gempatul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;watuh watuh ada yang glogi nih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya absinya kamu wangi sih&lt;br /&gt;virgo+wangi=perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;asiiikk!&lt;br /&gt;aku mau dong dikenalin sama virgo yang wangi kaya gitu!&lt;br /&gt;tapi sayang aku harus pulang skrg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;loh kok kamu kan salah satunya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;krn besok mau ke bdg&lt;br /&gt;aku bukan salah satunya, aku SATU2nya karena aku adalah baladewa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sekar...&lt;br /&gt;mau kah kamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kalo mau ikut ke bdg sok atuh boleh kok karena gratisan ("ke bdg, surabaya, boleh lah naik dgn percuma")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;untuk...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;sepertinya semua teman2 gw bakal di Bandung juga besok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;karena sabtu yang murni?&lt;br /&gt;atau kamu stay di jakarta kaena akan menonton sebuah pagelaran konser amal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;no way... gw mau hmmm low ride aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tapi aahhh begitulah hidup, penuh dgn pilihan&lt;br /&gt;dan kali ini aku memilih untuk pulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hore!&lt;br /&gt;kamu single tak?&lt;br /&gt;kalau iya mau dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;berbincang2 lagi besok2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;kapan2 nyambi ke kantor mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;asiikk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bawa hmmmm rori Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;rori boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yah, aku sukanya roti boy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FECUK iki tenanan kok ngetik ora bers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kalau diulang 2x tetap salah namanya glogi tuuhhh&lt;br /&gt;kakakakak..&lt;br /&gt;mungkin kita memang berjodoh&lt;br /&gt;mungkin juga tidak&lt;br /&gt;ngga ada yang tau&lt;br /&gt;bye sungkiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mungkin gw sih mau aja tapi sepertinya kamu labl sekar&lt;br /&gt;labil...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-9165847498232016089?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/9165847498232016089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=9165847498232016089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/9165847498232016089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/9165847498232016089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sengaja atau tidak, dia sudah mengecewakan lo, mempermainkan hati lo, mempermainkan perasaan lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nggak sedikit pun dia pantas mendapatkan cinta lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belajarlah menerima kenyataan: &lt;strong&gt;dia itu orang jahat&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-1975490456154859544?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/1975490456154859544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=1975490456154859544' 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#3</title><content type='html'>I hate myself for meeting you today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-4756155842273318257?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/4756155842273318257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=4756155842273318257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4756155842273318257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4756155842273318257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-without-you-night-3.html' title='My life without you: Night #3'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-4380056534628549262</id><published>2009-01-04T21:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:59:21.925+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life without you: Night #2</title><content type='html'>I missed you so much&lt;br /&gt;I moved that one strange small pillow you gave me from my car to my room&lt;br /&gt;I sat on my bed and I hugged it so tight&lt;br /&gt;Then my eyes found the wrapped paintings from you I put in the corner of my room&lt;br /&gt;You made me paintings&lt;br /&gt;You must loved me very much&lt;br /&gt;I knew you did&lt;br /&gt;I knew we did&lt;br /&gt;We always loved each other very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I layed down&lt;br /&gt;Still hugging the pillow&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me..&lt;br /&gt;I felt like my life will be useless without you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life is definitely completely useless without you&lt;br /&gt;And I feared something I've never feared before: I feared tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;It was when I realized my love for you was way bigger than I've always thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-4380056534628549262?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/4380056534628549262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=4380056534628549262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Saya: Apa yang kamu lakukan sama aku sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;Dia: Pacaran..&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Kamu serius ngga sama aku?&lt;br /&gt;Dia: Serius..&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Kalau kita sayang sama seseorang, kita akan fight buat bisa bersama orang itu &lt;em&gt;(lalu saya jelasin fight yang saya maksud).&lt;/em&gt; Komentar kamu?&lt;br /&gt;Dia: ... Soal itu, aku ngga pernah kepikiran sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Kalau cinta itu butuh bukti, butuh implementasi, apakah kamu bisa membuktikan cinta kamu ke aku?&lt;br /&gt;Dia: Engga..&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Aku melihat sosok kamu di masa depanku. Lima tahun dari sekarang, apakah aku ada di masa depan kamu?&lt;br /&gt;Dia: Engga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of sanity, for the sake of happiness, for the sake of the future, for the sake of me, I have to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go those lips that clicked the most with mine.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go the warmest hug.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go the safest shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go the most comfortable feeling I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, 4.04 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines the brightest as if it tries to tell me that I am doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;That it will continue to shine and promises me that everything's going to be just fine&lt;br /&gt;If it's true..&lt;br /&gt;Then why can't I stop smelling my hands cause they smell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286653985017115746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV33yhtZNGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ch7JNn96A78/s400/us2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-3714204243728878222?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/3714204243728878222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=3714204243728878222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/3714204243728878222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/3714204243728878222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-i-tried-to-do-right-thing.html' title='The day I tried to do the right thing'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV33yhtZNGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ch7JNn96A78/s72-c/us2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-3339864340117329925</id><published>2008-07-21T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:01:33.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Echi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Sebenarnya gue punya beberapa ide nulis untuk dituangkan di sini, ada 3, dan sudah berencana nulis dari 1-2 minggu lalu. Tapi selalu urung, lebih karena males sih :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Tapi hari ini tanpa ba-bi-bu gue akan nulis sesuatu di sini:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;THANK YOU buat Echi atas SEGALA BANTUANNYA buat gue hari ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;I had an emergency situation this morning (well, dari tadi malem sebenarnya) dan gue bisa lumayan berlega hati sekarang, HANYA KARENA ECHI ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Echi siap siaga nemenin gue      ke Antasari di jam makan siang yang ga terlalu panjang. Mana macet pula. She      agreed to go with me right away when I called her. It’s a big big support,      beb!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Mood: senang ada sahabat yang bisa nemenin, merasa ngga sendirian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Di mobil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;Gue: “Beb, hp kamu mana? Tolong dong save no telp si A dan si B, karena hp baterai-nya abis dan dengan bodohnya aku ga bawa charger. Jadi kalau nanti aku butuh telp mereka, pinjem hp kamu dulu ya”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;Echi (ngeluarin sesuatu dari tempat hp-nya): “Nih, aku bawa baterai cadangan”. Hwaaa.. secara ya hp gue dan dia tuh jarang yang pake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mood: mulai terharu dan berpikir bahwa ’lari’ ke Echi hari ini adalah keputusan yang tepat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Lagi manasin mobil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Echi: ”Apa lagi beb? Udah semua?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Gue: (mulai merasa ga enak sebenarnya) ”Ada 50 ribu ngga buat beli bensin?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Echi: ”Adaa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;gampang. Yuk!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Mood: Seneng banget ketemu Echi hari iniiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sebelumnya pas lagi janjian      by phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Gue: “Berhubung tanggal tua, gue lagi ga ada duit . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dan gue ga bisa pakai kartu gue..” (untuk sebab yang hanya Echi dan Tuhan yang tau :P yang pasti bukan karena over limit dong, enak aja! –dalam kesusahan tapi tetap sombong kekeke..). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Echi: ”Duh pakai kartu aku aja deh ga usah ribet”. Di sana setelah menimbang-nimbang yang tadinya mau pakai kartu gue, gue pikir akan lebih bijaksana untuk pakai kartu dia dalam kondisi seperti ini. Dan memang akhirnya gue pakai kartu dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Mood: Kegembiraan maksimal punya temen kaya Echi;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Satu hal lagi yang bikin hari ini lucu adalah pas baru ketemu di parkiran, baju kita samaan! Hahaha, asli. Ga sama plek-ketiplek gitu modelnya, tapi sama warnanya dan gayanya sama. Baju biru panjang, pakai celana panjang, kalung panjang dan sepatu dengan sedikit hak. Bener2 kaya anak kembar gue sama dia. Kalau ketemu kaca tuh rasanya geli aja hehehe.. kok bisa ya? Belum lagi kalau kita berdua lagi nelfon. Telfonnya sama, plek-ketiplek warna putih juga! Harusnya kita difoto ya beeebb hari ini!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Love you deh pokoknya. Mwah mwah! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-3339864340117329925?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/3339864340117329925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=3339864340117329925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/3339864340117329925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/3339864340117329925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/07/dedicated-to-echi.html' title='Dedicated to Echi'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-841037445664971608</id><published>2008-06-16T13:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:27:21.127+07:00</updated><title type='text'>seneeeeenggggg :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SFYPXugP0eI/AAAAAAAAADY/iqVkguPUR2o/s1600-h/love+fool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SFYPXugP0eI/AAAAAAAAADY/iqVkguPUR2o/s400/love+fool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212370519022621154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-841037445664971608?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/841037445664971608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=841037445664971608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/841037445664971608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/841037445664971608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/06/seneeeeenggggg-d.html' title='seneeeeenggggg :D'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SFYPXugP0eI/AAAAAAAAADY/iqVkguPUR2o/s72-c/love+fool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-4846736436081311312</id><published>2008-05-30T13:47:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:03:11.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>penyelamat hari (2)</title><content type='html'>buat yang pernah baca postingan "penyelamat hari" di bawah, ini foto yang dikirimin sama temen gue itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SD-jpPCELVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VbieHn2N264/s1600-h/632817534_1194531963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SD-jpPCELVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VbieHn2N264/s320/632817534_1194531963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206059623068740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yang belakangan baru gue tau kalau muka yang gue bilang abang2 itu adalah foto dirinya wakakakak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-4846736436081311312?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/4846736436081311312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=4846736436081311312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4846736436081311312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4846736436081311312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/05/penyelamat-hari-2.html' title='penyelamat hari (2)'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SD-jpPCELVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VbieHn2N264/s72-c/632817534_1194531963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-2749748358000295360</id><published>2008-05-28T23:07:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:29:31.893+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ini baru neraka dunia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sementara gue belum tau rasanya melahirkan, gue tau rasa sakit kedua di dunia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPERASI GIGI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205467823819992386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SD2JZ_CELUI/AAAAAAAAADI/r17Sw8gxGqs/s400/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that smile.. tentu saja ini ngga bertahan lama:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LET'S BEGIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205465543192358130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SD2HVPCELPI/AAAAAAAAACg/HpXcsvQogiI/s400/suntik.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menurut gue rasa sakit itu adanya di kepala. gue selalu berhasil meyakinkan diri gue bahwa disuntik itu biasa2 aja. sakit sedikit, tapi santai aja.. yang bikin jiper kan biasanya fisik jarum dan suntikannya aja. disuntik di gusi ngebayanginnya aja udah ngeri? ah biasa aja.. sekali suntik, dua kali, tiga kali.. hmm.. muke dokternya lama2 ngeselin, atau perasaan gue aja ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DURING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205465547487325442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SD2HVfCELQI/AAAAAAAAACo/uTtUa678TII/s400/during.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya mulut lo kaya bengkel yang di dalemnya ada mobil yang lagi dibenerin sama montirnya. mending dibenerin, diketok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ralat:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rasanya mulut lo kaya sebuah bengkel ketok magic yang di dalemnya ada mobil yang lagi dibenerin sama tukangnya. mobilnya abis ditabrak apaan tau, penyok gila. nah kebayang kan gimana ngetoknya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;intinya: berisik, ngilu (obat bius gue abis mulu), tertekan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205465551782292754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SD2HVvCELRI/AAAAAAAAACw/uj83tGMO40A/s400/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;babak belur. ini mending udah dibersihin (dilap), tadinya di sekitar mulut darah semua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total gigi hilang: 4&lt;/strong&gt; (2 operasi, 2 dicabut dgn teknik yang advance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;setelah ini tentunya ada penderitaan lanjutan seperti obat bius yang habis sementara kami masih macet di jalan, semaleman ngga bisa tidur dan literally bangun 15 menit sekali karena mulut penuh darah yang harus ditelan/dikeluarin (gue juga heran kok malam pertama itu gue ngga otomatis nelen ludah/air/darah ya? mungkin juga krn terhalang kapas yang digigit..), ganti kapas tiap 3 jam yang isinya darah pekat, painkiller yang tak kunjung bekerja dan tentu saja.. ngga bisa makan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what an experience. a very precious one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makasih buat ayang yang udah megangin kaki aku sepanjang operasi. it really really really meant a lot for me. kebayang ngga tadinya aku mau nyetir sendiri ke rspp? hahaha.. geblek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-2749748358000295360?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/2749748358000295360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=2749748358000295360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-7930247139070448667</id><published>2008-05-23T10:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:12:06.161+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>Dear god&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini semuanya berakhir&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir seperti apa yang sudah diperkirakan sejak awal&lt;br /&gt;Persis seperti itu, tidak sedikit pun lebih, tidak sejengkal pun kurang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini aku kembali melanggar janjiku&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak menangis itu sulit sekali&lt;br /&gt;Peringatanku untuk mereka, para air mata, diacuhkan saja&lt;br /&gt;“Kami datang untuk membela!” kata mereka&lt;br /&gt;Walau mereka tau&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya mereka tau&lt;br /&gt;Itu sia-sia saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa, kepala ini disesaki dengan berjuta tanya&lt;br /&gt;Ingin aku memprotes keputusanmu&lt;br /&gt;Ingin aku duduk dan membahas ini dengan tuntas denganmu&lt;br /&gt;Ingin aku dibuat mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah aku merasa lega?&lt;br /&gt;Ingin aku merasa lega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god&lt;br /&gt;Damaikanlah hatiku..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-7930247139070448667?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/7930247139070448667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=7930247139070448667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7930247139070448667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7930247139070448667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-6750397400240034291</id><published>2008-04-17T23:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:28:03.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>penyelamat hari</title><content type='html'>bukti bahwa Tuhan itu baik sama gue ada bahkan sampai ke hal-hal yang paling kecil dan dengan cara2 yang sekilas terlihat sepele, tapi terbukti berhasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. beberapa minggu lalu waktu gue masih pacaran. gue berantem sama pacar sore2. beteee banget! marah. lalu ngga lama setelah itu gue laper dan order delivery bakmi karapitan. yang ngangkat telfon namanya robi, dan dialah penyelamat hari gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucuuuu bgt! gila, gue yang maksudnya cuma order bakmi rica2 jadi ketawa ngakak bermenit2, susah berhenti. banci2 ngocol gitu lah. asli terhibur gue. sampe2 gue minta dia aja yang nganterin pesenan ke kantor. tapi waktu itu dia bilang lagi sibuk. "kasir ngga ada yang jaga neekk..", gitu katanya. gue janji kalau gue ke karapitan, gue akan cari dia, penasaran aja. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. tadi di kantor menjelang sore juga ada kebetean kerjaan. asli kepikiran mulu gitu gue, ngga bisa ilang soal itu dari kepala gue. trus sampai di meja, di inbox ada balasan email dari teman lama. dari kemarin gue beremailan sama dia, yang intinya nanya kabar dan ngajak dia main ke kantor. it's the reply that saves my day. orangnya aneh2 lucu gitu. well, kalau lo ngga kenal dia, lo akan membaca copy-an email dia di bawah ini sebagai aneh aja sih. tapi gue sangat sangat terhibur dan tertawa terbahak-bahak baca reply-an itu. dan end up jadi kangen mau main sama dia dan denger rangkaian kata2 ngga penting yang keluar dari mulutnya hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini copy emailnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOW... BOWO? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sepertinya kan kalau gw kesana kamu pasti sebuk dech... gw dejavu kaya' menghadapi Ricky Satwikes kala itu hahahahahahahahaha ini mah pure aseli bercanada jadi jangan bersusah hati sebab kamu mah SPAWN bukan Satwikes... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kamu teh sibuk pisan pastinya, gw engga tau apa yang lu kerjakan lagi, eh btw adik lu apa kabar? masih kompak? kompak kampus?... ah ah ah lama juga ya engga bertemu lu terus kita bercumbu rayu seperti entah, seperti berlari untuk entah... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tatto baru ada? masih single dan menggoda? atau sudah menjadi heartbreaker kid's?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya, mudah2an kamu tetap sexy ya... sebab gw juga sudah sexy, kreatip, duda, punya rumah, ngurus taneman, Taurus lagi kyurang apa coba? yang pasti kyurang bangau yukkkkssssss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kacau lu Sekar... btw, gw engga tau gitu kalau lu PD hahahahahahahaha maaf ya, secara profesional kita berkontak via email kerja yang ada malah bences2an hahahahahahhaa... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;semoga sehat, gw baik2 aja kok, dan sudah bercerai ejak 1,5 tahun lalu hahahahahaa masih bisa kok gebres... walau ya itu entah, berlari untuk entah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gw juga masih sibuk buk aja dengan ruangrupa dan kerjaan personal lain. seperti belajar meng-gaji orang atau asisten juga mengaji, maksudnay meng-aji mumpung dengan kerjaan hihihihihihihi... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ini gw kirim foto untuk mu atau screensaver kek biar kangen gitcuhhhhh, secara banci tampil hahahahaha eh eh eh Neng Prita apa kabar? ahhh dia mah tetap idolaku layaknya Betmen dan Nasta sekarang hahahahah juga mungkin Haji Rhoma selalu didepan... secara vokalis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nah ya wis tok mba'e, saiki sing sugih mlaku2 bengi2... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cihuy adanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakakakakak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto yang dia bilang dia kirim itu ada lah.. sketsa muka abang2 ngga penting (atau jangan2 itu orang terkenal? bwehehe). buat yang kerja/pernah kerja di hrfm mungkin tau dia siapa. dia orang yang sangat lucu tentunyahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu lah. intinya Tuhan itu so sweet, dia tau kalau hal2 sepele semacam ini bisa sangat menyelamatkan gue dari ending hari yang ngga penting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-6750397400240034291?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/6750397400240034291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=6750397400240034291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6750397400240034291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6750397400240034291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/04/penyelamat-hari.html' title='penyelamat hari'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-5176109201502472010</id><published>2008-03-23T15:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:59:45.447+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the most popular vow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a vow is a promise. however ideally, the activity should be done with a full consciousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and because it's so popular, you can hear people talk about it everywhere:&lt;br /&gt;- my friend N: "nikah itu lo bikin janji sama Tuhan An, ga bisa dibreak gitu aja.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- my last ex bf: "gue ngga bisa, gue udah janji sama dia.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- George O'Malley's mom (Grey's Anatomy season 4): "you made a vow to Callie, you made a vow to God.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R-Ybdnnpp9I/AAAAAAAAACI/VlexeZ2eIv8/s1600-h/question_mark_naught101_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180858617001781202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="124" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R-Ybdnnpp9I/AAAAAAAAACI/VlexeZ2eIv8/s200/question_mark_naught101_01.jpg" width="79" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Question is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you make that super vow, okay you're conscious, but you're in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love blinds people. so you're not really that conscious-conscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now still the vow legitimate? can you really count on that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-5176109201502472010?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/5176109201502472010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=5176109201502472010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5176109201502472010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5176109201502472010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-popular-vow.html' title='the most popular vow'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R-Ybdnnpp9I/AAAAAAAAACI/VlexeZ2eIv8/s72-c/question_mark_naught101_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-4938947042390468248</id><published>2008-03-23T10:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:10:47.599+07:00</updated><title type='text'>something i learned some time ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R-XKEHnpp7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-2LpLY3AUAo/s1600-h/HARI+INI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180769118473267122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R-XKEHnpp7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-2LpLY3AUAo/s400/HARI+INI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-4938947042390468248?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/4938947042390468248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=4938947042390468248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4938947042390468248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4938947042390468248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-i-learned-some-time-ago.html' title='something i learned some time ago..'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R-XKEHnpp7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-2LpLY3AUAo/s72-c/HARI+INI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-6583376457492075530</id><published>2008-03-07T23:36:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:16:39.005+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing about gym and being healthy</title><content type='html'>postingan kali ini intinya adalah perjalanan gue selama 1 tahun terakhir dalam menemukan jati diri dalam hal kesehatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lebih dari satu tahun yang lalu&lt;/strong&gt;, gue ngobrol sama Anan. Dia cerita kalau dia regularly ke gym di pagi hari sebelum berangkat ke kantor. lalu dia kerja, dan malamnya sekolah. gue yakin semua temen dia juga pasti kagum sama energinya itu. tapi yang paling gue ingat dari percakapan hari itu adalah:&lt;br /&gt;”pergi ke gym di pagi hari sebelum berangkat ke kantor”. wow, such a commitment. pertama, gue ngga ngeliat lari2 di treadmill bisa sebegitu menyenangkannya.&lt;br /&gt;kedua, itu pagi2. intinya: gue ngga ngeliat lari2 di treadmill sebegitu menyenangkannya terutama kalau dilakukan di pagi hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beberapa bulan setelahnya&lt;/strong&gt;, again and again faringitis gue kambuh. gue ke dokter dan tentu saja mendengar ceramah yang sama. tapi entah kenapa berbeda hari itu adalah suara dokternya yang tumben bgt nyangkut di kuping gue pas dia bilang "udah coba olahraga teratur?". aneh, pdhl biasanya itu termasuk kalimat yang dengan cepat keluar di kuping yang satunya lagi. itu adalah awal 2007. berat badan gue 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolusi 2007&lt;/strong&gt;: hidup sehat dan belajar masak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maret 2007&lt;/strong&gt;, gue join clark hatch di hotel sari pan pacific. fokus latihan adalah cardio (pada saat itu gue concern bgt sama keadaan jantung gue, kayanya abis nonton acara tv apa gitu), perut dan lengan. perut merupakan keputusan yang lumayan break-through karena setahun sebelumnya gue masih seneng bgt minum bir dan selalu mencoba berbagai jenis bir dan entah kenapa ngga pernah peduli pada efek yang ditimbulkannya pada perut (i didn't think having a beer belly was cool, did i?). lalu lengan, ini sesederhana karena kebanyakan nonton desperate housewives dimana lengan mereka kering2 berotot gitu. lalu kalau ada acara award, baik itu yang bacain nominasi, atau yang nerima penghargaan, gue selalu ngeliatin lengannya. entah kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;di bulan yang sama gue langganan catering sehat tante christine buat makan siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bbrp bulan latihan&lt;/strong&gt;, gue mengalami masa naik-turun. dalam artian ada masa semangat latihan, ada masa males yang bisa 3 minggu ngga latihan. lalu gue menyadari kalau yang males itu berangkat latihannya, kalau udah di treadmill sih udah seneng2 aja. tapi kemalasan ini lama-kelamaan hilang. then i didn't have a hard time to make myself go to gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulai ngga suka sama catering tante christine:&lt;br /&gt;1. karena rasanya suka 'aneh'&lt;br /&gt;2. buahnya apel melulu sedangkan gue udah bilang berkali2 kalau gusi gue&lt;br /&gt;suka luka kalau makan apel karena kulitnya suka keras&lt;br /&gt;3. ini sih alasan terbesarnya: makanannya tuh ditaro di plastik2 gitu dan harus&lt;br /&gt;disiapin dulu kalau mau makan. gue males, itu sih intinya.&lt;br /&gt;lalu gue &lt;strong&gt;langganan healthfreaks&lt;/strong&gt; (www.healthfreaks.info). it's so much fun walau porsinya sedikit (jadi sore gue gampang laper dan harus ngemil, atau makan malemnya harus early - jam 6an gitu [sok bule :P]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak2 di kantor pada ikut &lt;strong&gt;akupuntur&lt;/strong&gt;. sebagian di antaranya ngga cocok dan sakit2. gue ngga tertarik karena emang ngga butuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kuarter terakhir 2007&lt;/strong&gt;, angga cerita dia juga ikutan akupuntur. dan itu ngaruh bikin ngga laper. okay, confession time: gue ikutan juga. 3x.&lt;br /&gt;bagi yang tau kalau gue terbilang langsing, mungkin akan bertanya2 apa yang ada di pikiran gue kok sampai sebegitunya.&lt;br /&gt;tell you the truth, waktu itu gue sendiri mempertanyakan motif gue yang sebenarnya: mau sehat atau mau tambah kurus? kalau yang kedua, alasannya apa?&lt;br /&gt;dan sampai sekarang gue ngga nemu alasannya. waktu itu akhirnya gue berhenti di pemikiran, mungkin gue kebanyakan nonton tv yang isinya mempertontonkan perut rata dan lengan yang kering. atau mungkin gue mulai menyukai bangun tidur dan melihat perut yang rata. jadi intinya gue ingin menjaganya. tepatnya, gue ingin menghilangkan semua lemak yang ada di perut, lengan dan paha. again, buat yang tau kalau gue sama sekali ngga bisa dibilang gemuk, mungkin akan bilang gue lebay. but it was truly what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;- di tempat akupuntur gue selalu 'ngumpet', takut ketemu sama orang yang gue kenal dan dia&lt;br /&gt;akan bilang "booo! lo mau ngapain lagiii???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desember 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di kantor orang2 mulai bilang gue kurusan. but i swear to god berat badan gue ngga turun! bisa turun ke 46, tapi itu batas bawah. ntar ngga lama juga naik lagi ke 47.&lt;br /&gt;pipi gue yang udah tirus, makin tirus. lucunya, dulu (tepatnya waktu kuliah) gue setengah mati ngga mau punya pipi yang lebih tirus karena menurut gue waktu itu jelek banget, tapi sekarang gue melihatnya sebagai achievement. ya, tell me i am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;januari 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- komentar orang2 masih sama, yang beda cuma nadanya:&lt;br /&gt;- "booo.. lo kurusan?" - nada nanya biasa atau nada ikut senang (see, some people think&lt;br /&gt;being skinnier is a good thing eventhough you already are skinny)&lt;br /&gt;- "booo.. lo kurusan?" - nada kuatir&lt;br /&gt;- my boobs are smaller. awalnya cuek, lama2 kuatir juga.&lt;br /&gt;- tergila2 membentuk deltoids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu gue mulai &lt;strong&gt;menyadari 1 hal&lt;/strong&gt; lagi: kalau ada hari2 di mana tidur gue kurang nyenyak adalah kalau makan malemnnya kecepetan, dan di rumah cuma makan yogurt, buah atau minum air putih. asle, tidur dalam keadaan laper tuh engga bgt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;februari 2008&lt;/strong&gt;: back to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;- berat badan: 45-47&lt;br /&gt;- gym teratur: 3-4x/minggu&lt;br /&gt;- berhenti langganan healthfreaks karena harganya naik (dari 35 ribu per pax jadi 45 ribu per pax). sekarang mau nyoba catering lain lagi yang harganya 35 ribu per pax.&lt;br /&gt;- about the boobs. gue nonton acara tv soal paris hilton yang katanya ngga akan pernah mau breast implant. dia seneng2 aja dengan toket kecilnya. Cara berpakaiannya aja yang disesuaikan sehingga pada bbrp kesempatan, walau&lt;br /&gt;- kecil, toketnya terlihat firm. gue setuju. gue mulai latihan chest. (iya ternyata gue emang gampang terpengaruh tv orangnya.)&lt;br /&gt;- mulai mengingatkan diri kalau mau sehat bukan berarti menyiksa diri. Dalam kasus gue tentu maksudnya adalah tidur dalam keadaan laper. maka semalam apapun gue sampai rumah, kalau laper gue pasti makan (ini gue baru sampe rumah jam 11 dan barusan makan nasi dengan bihun goreng dan ayam kecap, nyaamm..). anyway, when i look at myself in the mirror in the morning, i'll look at a flat belly (ini sebagian nyombong, sebagian lagi emang ngingetin kalau bentuk badan lo paling bagus *ehm.. kurus* adalah pada saat lo bgn tidur)&lt;br /&gt;- frekuensi kambuhnya faringitis berkurang hingga 50-75%&lt;br /&gt;- melakukan hal2 menyehatkan lain yang sebelumnya gue suka males: rajin pakai body lotion, selalu berusaha mandi kalau sampai rumah, sebelum tidur selalu gosok gigi (dulu kalau males gue cuma kumur2 pake listerine) dan rajin pakai cream malam buat muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maret 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- genap 1 tahun latihan&lt;br /&gt;- mulai narsis karena dalam 1 minggu pasti ada aja yang nyamperin gue di gym untuk bilang bahwa gue punya bada yang ideal. iya oke cowo semua, ada yang muda ada yang tua, dan engga.. somehow gue ngga merasa dilecehkan secara sexual, karena menurut gue yang mereka bilang itu ada benarnya (iya, gue emang gila mengakui kalau gue ge-er. mungkin tuhan udah eneg kali ya denger pikiran narsis gue ini. i am really really really sorry, god). menemukan rumusan kalimat yang tepat dalam hal menjaga kesehatan ini:&lt;br /&gt;- "kalau lo berani bilang lo orang yang mementingkan act dan ngga omdo, jagalah makanan lo, olahragalah, tidurlah yang cukup, karena itu merupakan cara kongkrit berterima kasih sama tuhan karena dikasih badan yang sehat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tetep.. gue ngga belajar masak (see above: resolusi 2007)&lt;br /&gt;i get to the point where i think i really am just really clumsy in the kitchen. ini sudah terbukti dgn percobaan menggoreng risol buat sang pacar pas lebaran tahun lalu. asli beneran gue kaku bgt, nggoreng aja ngga bisa. tau deh, ga pede aja. terlalu takut gagal yang end up emang bikin gosong. entah ini masalah mindset atau apa, tapi begitulah adanya.&lt;br /&gt;lalu dua minggu yang lalu gue baru tau kalau ternyata pacar gue itu menginginkan seseorang yang bisa masak untuk jadi istrinya. gue udah bilang gue ngga bisa, dan ngga minat.&lt;br /&gt;dia tampaknya berusaha mengerti. diam2 gue ingin menyenangkan hatinya, tapi dgn cepat juga pikiran itu menghilang karena gue terlalu malas untuk memulai belajar. memikirkannya pun gue ngga pernah. like it never cross my mind! kalau gue ingat hal ini, yang keluar cuma pembenaran bahwa kalau dia sayang sama gue, dia akan menerima gue apa adanya :)&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see, paragraf terakhir ini sama sekali ngga berhubungan dengan paragraf2 sebelumnya. ini lebih ke arah curhat colongan. sori ya buat yang udah terlanjur baca:P).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-6583376457492075530?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/6583376457492075530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=6583376457492075530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6583376457492075530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6583376457492075530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/03/thing-about-gym-and-being-heatlhy.html' title='the thing about gym and being healthy'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-7593253983132342863</id><published>2008-02-21T22:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:10:28.961+07:00</updated><title type='text'>reason to live #34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cuma di Burger King gue lupa kalau french fries itu mengandung 458 kalori, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dengan 48% fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169457792533750034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R72aeS1ZYRI/AAAAAAAAABw/I3929GLcE2E/s400/fries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yummyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-7593253983132342863?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/7593253983132342863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=7593253983132342863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7593253983132342863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7593253983132342863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2008/02/reason-to-live-34.html' title='reason to live #34'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R72aeS1ZYRI/AAAAAAAAABw/I3929GLcE2E/s72-c/fries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-3716692853663131496</id><published>2008-02-17T20:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:49:27.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>m.c.t b.g.t asli deh</title><content type='html'>jarak dari rumah gue ke kantor bisa dibilang dekat.&lt;br /&gt;trus gue juga cukup perhitungan dalam hal jarak bepergian di dalam kota.&lt;br /&gt;citos dan pim sudah tentu jadi mall yang paling jarang gue kunjungi.&lt;br /&gt;kemang di malam minggu, waduh.. sesekali aja ya.&lt;br /&gt;waktu pacar yang sekarang rumahnya masih di pondok labu dan ngajak gue ke sana, gue langsung berharap kalau itu adalah kunjungan terakhir gue,&lt;br /&gt;"ct ya, cukup tau aja", gue bilang ke dia. untungnya dia mau ngerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berkat jarak tempuh yang pendek2 itulah gue jarang bertemu kemacetan.&lt;br /&gt;kalau antri iya, biasanya pas berangkat kantor, tapi itu kan ngga lama.&lt;br /&gt;pulang kantor kalau lewat tomang macet, langsung muter balik lewat jalan tikus then everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;tapi tomang-s.parman kan macet? sejak adanya jalur busway.&lt;br /&gt;emang. tapi apa pernah gue lewat sana?&lt;br /&gt;intinya gue selalu menghindar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bertahun-tahun sukses, tapi kesuksesan kan ngga selamanya berpihak sama kita.&lt;br /&gt;minggu lalu waktu gue ambil cuti, gue dengan polosnya mau sok jalan2 di ruas2 jalan ibukota.&lt;br /&gt;jelas2 itu weekdays, trus hujan pula, ya sami mawon lah ya.&lt;br /&gt;macet lah judulnya.&lt;br /&gt;dari sarinah ke ps aja macet, buset deh.&lt;br /&gt;macet, asli, bukan antri.&lt;br /&gt;macet panjaaaaaang, yang kalau lo ngintip ke depan, deretan mobil di depan lo tuh kaya ngga ada ujungnya.&lt;br /&gt;trus gitu juga pas mau ke bandara. macet dari depan mpr/dpr jam 5 sore.&lt;br /&gt;kata ajeng sih di situ emang biasanya udah macet dari jam 3an.&lt;br /&gt;buset deh.&lt;br /&gt;ya lo pasti tau lah, jenis2 macet panjang yang bikin otak lo cuma merintahin untuk nyebut "monyet, tai, babi" ke mulut lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue baru 2x kena macet dalam sehari aja complain.&lt;br /&gt;itu cuma sehari loh, besok2nya sih gue kembali ambil jalur2 aman.&lt;br /&gt;dan jam2 perginya udah ketebak juga, jadi gue kembali bisa menghindari kemacetan.&lt;br /&gt;buset, gimana tuh ya rasanya tinggal di pinggiran jakarta dan bangunnya kesiangan?&lt;br /&gt;gue bener2 ngga pernah ngerasain tuh kalau macet jadi bagian dari rutinitas lo sehari2.&lt;br /&gt;- yang kalau dulu gue berangkat ke kampus lewat tol, jam 730 pagi, arah dari cawang ke dalam kota tuh macetnya PARAH. dan mungkin emang ngga ada jalan lain, atau ngga punya jalan keluar lain, jadi segitu banyaknya mobil, berkilo meter kilo meter, terus berada di antrian tiada akhir yang panjang. SETIAP HARI.&lt;br /&gt;- yang kalau di telkomsel street request banyak orang yang bilang, "gue 'parkir' di sini", atau "gue lagi 'parkir' di situ". asli, gue bener2 ngga bisa ngebayangin gimana rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau mungkin orang2 itu juga udah baal ya?&lt;br /&gt;atau justru orang2 itu adalah orang2 yang ujung2nya jadi sekumpulan Orang2 Extra Sabar.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau gitu kasusnya, lebih mungkin kalau mereka nantinya terkumpul dalam Orang2 Paling Nrimo.&lt;br /&gt;iya lah.&lt;br /&gt;hebat banget asli.&lt;br /&gt;bener2 udah saatnya gue bersyukur punya kantor deket dari rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ngomongin masalah macet, berhubung keadaannya sudah ada bertahun2 dan ngga kunjung membaik (sementara lo udah capek nyalahin pemerintah yang sama sekali ngga tanggap, eh hmm.. atau emang diignore ya? bisa jadi. kayanya sih iya, diignore.), buat negara2 berkembang yang pemerintahnya ngga tau ke mana kaya negara kita gini, gue mulai berpikir kalau masalah macet ini sebenernya udah bukan kuasa kita. bukan lagi kuasa manusia.&lt;br /&gt;kalau lo liat antrian panjang berkilo meter kilo meter dan antrian itu ada SETIAP HARI, ngga berkurang sesenti pun, mungkin lo akan setuju sama gue kalau yang bisa ngeberesin masalah ini cuma Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Iya, cuma dia yang Maha Bisa.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi list doa untuk masyarakat dan dunia akan gue tambah. selain minta Tuhan untuk menghentikan perang dan menghilangkan kemiskinan, mungkin udah saatnya kita minta Tuhan untuk menghilangkan kemacetan.&lt;br /&gt;Setuju?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat yang ngga percaya adanya Tuhan, nah loh, masih jauh berarti tuh solusi macet lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-3716692853663131496?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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doa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;akankah Tuhan mengabulkan semua alasan yang salah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-6890080501847728173?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/6890080501847728173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=6890080501847728173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6890080501847728173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6890080501847728173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R54LYVqfmVI/AAAAAAAAABk/cXBpQLZGVZ0/s72-c/gokil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-5276781616884540805</id><published>2007-12-12T16:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:40:05.957+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku, Dia dan Gula-Gula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lonceng berdentang dari kejauhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Aku berdiri di persimpangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Tangan kecil menepuk pundakku, aku menoleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dia sahabatku, kami berumur tiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;"Aku melihatmu lebih dulu", kataku. "Tapi kau tak melihatku".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;"Aku melihatmu sekarang", katanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dia menggenggam tanganku. "Ayo!" ajaknya berjalan cepat-cepat.&lt;br /&gt;Udara dingin sekali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R1_Gg4cJWgI/AAAAAAAAABM/agAjhtOyOgE/s1600-h/kids%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R1_Gg4cJWgI/AAAAAAAAABM/agAjhtOyOgE/s200/kids%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143047567688948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami tiba di depan toko gula-gula&lt;br /&gt;Toko terlihat ramai, banyak orang dewasa&lt;br /&gt;Mereka terlihat sibuk mengisi keranjangnya&lt;br /&gt;Kami melihat ke arah gula-gula yang sama, gula-gula merah warnanya&lt;br /&gt;Gula-gula merah, kami menyebutnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R1_HNIcJWhI/AAAAAAAAABU/GXfhxDr2euM/s1600-h/candy%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R1_HNIcJWhI/AAAAAAAAABU/GXfhxDr2euM/s200/candy%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143048327898159634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gula-gula digantung tinggi sekali&lt;br /&gt;Setinggi pinggang orang dewasa&lt;br /&gt;Kami berpandangan sebagai pertanda&lt;br /&gt;Dia berusaha meraihnya. Hup! Tidak bisa.&lt;br /&gt;Giliranku mencoba. Hup! Tidak kena.&lt;br /&gt;Dia mencoba lagi. Aku mencoba juga.&lt;br /&gt;Gilirannya, giliranku.&lt;br /&gt;Dia. Aku. Dia. Aku.&lt;br /&gt;Kami mulai lelah, nafas mulai terengah.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan nafas setengah-setengah,&lt;br /&gt;"Aku punya gula-gula warna coklat di rumah", ujarnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tau", kataku&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi gula-gula ini begitu menggoda. Aku ingin memakannya bersamamu", katanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Aku juga", jawabku.&lt;br /&gt;Kami menengadah, melihat si gula-gula.&lt;br /&gt;Merahnya menyala, menggugah rasa.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba, hup! satu tangan meraihnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tangan seorang kakek dengan jaket biru tua&lt;br /&gt;Kakek berjalan menjauh perlahan, langkahnya pelan-pelan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami berdiri berpandangan&lt;br /&gt;Lonceng kembali berdentang&lt;br /&gt;Hari mulai gelap, waktunya untuk pulang&lt;br /&gt;"Aku punya gula-gula coklat di rumah", katanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tau", jawabku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:16;" lang="SV" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For my good friend, Wibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-5276781616884540805?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/5276781616884540805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=5276781616884540805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5276781616884540805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5276781616884540805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/12/aku-dia-dan-gula-gula.html' title='Aku, Dia dan Gula-Gula'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/R1_Gg4cJWgI/AAAAAAAAABM/agAjhtOyOgE/s72-c/kids%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-4687764704336335743</id><published>2007-10-25T08:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:15:50.701+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear N,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the talk. Your answers have been really convincing.&lt;br /&gt;They were different yet very simple perspective.&lt;br /&gt;I was content I wish I taped our conversation so I can make a transcript and put it here properly.&lt;br /&gt;Well I will, as soon as these busy weekdays are over.&lt;br /&gt;Til then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-4687764704336335743?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/4687764704336335743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=4687764704336335743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4687764704336335743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4687764704336335743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-n-thanks-for-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-4261762126122032005</id><published>2007-10-22T12:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:20:06.094+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought (a cynical one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had a brief discussion with a friend about the chance of being in love with someone else when you’re married.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She came up with the thought that everything has its own risk. And the risk of being in a marriage is higher. Still, high risk means high gain. From that line I don’t think it’s wrong for me to conclude that there are bigger chance to be happy when you’re married, which I don’t agree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the other hand, I agree that family makes us happy. The togetherness, the support, the unconditional love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My family is not prefect but having them under the same roof makes me happy. This leads to an idea of having my own family and being happy: me, my partner and my kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You’ll still be happy having a family even if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; during 50 years of your marriage you husband sleeps with other woman for 10 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;of all the thousands of sex in those 50 years, your wife doing it thinking of and being in love with other man for two months full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you are sometimes bored with the daily routine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You could get hurt, your spouse could get hurt, there are times when you feel backstabed, sad, truly unhappy but hey.. you need to stay in the marriage. Your kids need you to do that (It’s the “My friends have two parents, why don’t I?" crap). Do it for them. Do it for your stupid big family and society who think being in a marriage is better. Cheat or being cheated could mean nothing compare to the togetherness, the never-ending support and the unconditional love you’ll have by being in a family. Everything has a price to pay. Do the math, those unexpected disappointments you have with your spouse.. say, all compiled in eight years, are nothing to 42 years of happiness. *Sigh* If only happiness is all about numbers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Marriage is when your and your spouse’s personal happiness come last.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So for now, being all single and selfish, maybe I am just not ready for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Though Yoga said I just haven’t found someone who can change my mind. ‘Crazy’ things we do for love, eh? :P ).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am writing this putting aside the fact that we can actually build a family without have to be in a marriage. But that will lead to another discussion which now I don’t have the time. Need to get my lunch. We’ll continue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-4261762126122032005?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/4261762126122032005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=4261762126122032005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4261762126122032005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4261762126122032005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-thought-cynical-one.html' title='just a thought (a cynical one)'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-5775733768114152450</id><published>2007-09-26T23:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:03:40.057+07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking in her shoes (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mama gw nangis lagi. Dia nemu 15 foto di hp papa gw, 12 diantaranya dengan wajah perempuan yang sama. Dan di tanggal-tanggal yang mencurigakan. Memang aneh kenapa foto-foto itu disimpan di hp yang tidak berkamera. Dan bukannya semua bukti harusnya dibuang jauh-jauh? (atau mungkin ini cara Tuhan untuk membuka semua dan bahwa ga ada satupun kebetulan yang terjadi di dunia?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But anyway, anyhow, i knew the feeling of walking in her shoes. My mom. And any other women. Maaf ya kalau ini bikin semua cerita senangmu dengannya rusak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so sorry to hear that. Apa pembelaan papamu? Jadi ingin tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gue belakangan ini nonton Ugly Betty. Di situ juga ada cerita orang yang selingkuh selama 20 tahun. Tapi penjelasan suaminya sederhana dan tiba-tiba terdengar sangat manusiawi: gimana kalau kita jatuh cinta dengan orang lain di saat kita sudah menikah? Suami itu mengakui kalau dia memang cinta sama mistress-nya. Bukan buat senang-senang, bukan hanya buat sex, bukan lagi khilaf dsb, dia jatuh cinta dan dia memang cinta. Cinta selama 20 tahun. Apa ini sebabnya Islam memperbolehkan poligami? Karena Tuhan tau kalau kita sangat mungkin berbagi hati dan cinta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gue pernah liat film lain yang istrinya merasa suaminya sudah ngga cinta sama dia. Dia bilang ”Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me anymore”. Sepertinya dia cukup percaya diri bahwa somehow masih ada cinta di diri suaminya itu untuknya. Then he looked at her in the eye, and said “I don’t love you anymore.” He seemed to be sorry but at the same time, there was nothing he could do to change what he really felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entah kenapa, mungkin juga karena dilema dan rasa bersalah, gue belakangan minta ditunjukkan keberadaan cinta sejati. Dan kalau memang ada, apakah cinta seperti itu juga ada buat gue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lalu gue nonton Ugly Betty dengan cerita perselingkuhan di dalamnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lalu ceritamu ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apakah ini pertanda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-5775733768114152450?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/5775733768114152450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=5775733768114152450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5775733768114152450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5775733768114152450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/09/walking-on-her-shoes-2_26.html' title='walking in her shoes (2)'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-1298917531408358981</id><published>2007-09-26T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T04:59:34.895+07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking in her shoes (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku senang sekali siang ini, aku barusan dari rumahnya. Dia ingin mengenalkan aku sebagai temannya ke ibunya. Sayang pas kita ke sana ibunya lagi ngga ada. Tapi dia ngajak aku liat-liat rumahnya. Entah apa yang kami lakukan ini, tapi aku merasa senang sekali. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ini memang ngga benar, tapi juga ngga terasa terlalu salah.. aneh ya? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katanya cinta itu sangat luas, ngga terbatas.. lalu kenapa yang ini terbatas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kemarin ada seorang teman yang ucapannya tiba-tiba membuatku berpikir: Memang iya orang yang sudah menikah itu adalah hak keluarganya? Memang iya seseorang itu bisa dimiliki 100% oleh orang lain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why suddenly can't I put myself on her shoes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jahatkah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terharu membaca ceritamu ttg kunjungan ke rumahnya. Duh.. dia kok ga hati-hati sama hatinya sendiri (dan hatimu juga) sih? Perlu juga kau pertanyakan ke dia tentang ini semua mau dibawa ke mana? Dan semua yang dia lakukan untuk apa? Bahaya tampaknya kalau dua-duanya terlalu menikmati dan mikir "ya udah lah, ga usah mikir kejauhan, jalani aja dulu". Karena nanti kalau udah sampai akhirnya, semua bingung bersikap gimana. Atau kalau tidak berlarut-larut nggak ada juntrungannya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinta yang luas tak terbatas itu cinta yang universal rasanya. Karena namanya cinta pasti ada batasnya (pacar orang, suami orang, apalah), kecuali lo percaya apa kata Kahitna: cinta tak harus memiliki. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentang suami itu hak istri, well... bener juga. Selain itu, dia juga hak anak-anaknya. Dimiliki 100% itu mungkin nggak juga, tapi yang 100% itu dibagi-bagi lagi, dan wanita idaman lain porsinya paling kecil. Usahakan untuk melimitasi untuk nggak pake investasi perasaan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Itu juga jawaban kenapa lo ga bisa walking in her shoes. Karena lo ada perasaan sama dia. Karena ada perasaan, maka ada keinginan untuk memiliki. Masalah jahat atau baik itu relatif, dan emang masih jaman percaya ama pembedaan-pembedaan dikotomis gitu? Hehe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-1298917531408358981?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/1298917531408358981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=1298917531408358981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1298917531408358981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1298917531408358981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/09/walking-on-her-shoes-1_26.html' title='walking in her shoes (1)'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-5131650576896779295</id><published>2007-09-17T04:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:49:06.982+07:00</updated><title type='text'>never good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;if i was good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;if i was fun..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;if i was smart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;if i made you laugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;if we had great times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;if i wasn't demanding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then why didn't you stay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-5131650576896779295?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/5131650576896779295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=5131650576896779295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5131650576896779295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5131650576896779295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/09/never-good-enough.html' title='never good enough'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-1835402390025875880</id><published>2007-08-12T13:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:35:55.454+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Queens boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am definitely in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i only sleep 6 hours on weekend so i can just be with these guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097695516935911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/Rr6nEFwQ93I/AAAAAAAAAA0/w9mxfqLY6Dw/s400/entourage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/13051417-1835402390025875880?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/1835402390025875880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=1835402390025875880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1835402390025875880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1835402390025875880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/08/queens-boys.html' title='the Queens boys'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/Rr6nEFwQ93I/AAAAAAAAAA0/w9mxfqLY6Dw/s72-c/entourage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-3797213379915228313</id><published>2007-08-11T20:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:41:41.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; financially stable, great job, great sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not physically the best (he was too short), his fashion style didn't really help the fact that he was not physically the best, broken english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my/his fault:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i always say mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good looking, great taste in music and movie, good good looking (yea, i know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; financially unstable, one day he suddenly said he didn't want any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my/his fault:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his. i blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good kiss, free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad news:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; young, educationally disappointing, jobless, pathetic drug addict, simply a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my/his fault:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mine. for liking him back. (god, what was i thinking??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now get ready for a package you can't refuse..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good looking, great job, great sex, great smell, great taste in music and movie, so much fun, a great cook, very polite, doesn't believe in a marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad news:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- doesn't believe in a marriage (yes, it goes for both sides)&lt;br /&gt;- will be leaving in 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indeed,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life is tricky!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-3797213379915228313?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/3797213379915228313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=3797213379915228313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/3797213379915228313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/3797213379915228313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-ones.html' title='the last ones'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-7921285125192910569</id><published>2007-07-30T08:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:33:16.055+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;there's not much to say..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i wish we met six years ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-7921285125192910569?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/7921285125192910569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=7921285125192910569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7921285125192910569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7921285125192910569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/07/wish.html' title='a wish'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-1825696821842315655</id><published>2007-07-24T18:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T18:55:51.889+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(not in love with) local TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ngga ada penting-pentingnya kegiatan gue belakangan ini. zapping TV lokal (yes, TV lokal!) dan nungguin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IKLAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i in love?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;btw, do you have any idea how terrible our shows are?? seriously, it doesn't get any better. so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-1825696821842315655?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/1825696821842315655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=1825696821842315655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1825696821842315655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1825696821842315655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-in-love-with-local-tv.html' title='(not in love with) local TV'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-1971550141068812357</id><published>2007-05-21T23:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:56:38.835+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hint of where i might be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really feel like I'm Kevin McCallister in Home Alone II lately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't take my eyes off this very ordinary thing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067055371950798722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/RlHMA65ct4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lk4wQJKysrM/s320/tv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's right..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TV! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067056853714515890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 39px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="94" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/RlHNXK5ct7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nsdXRsMnvDM/s200/tv3.jpg" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-1971550141068812357?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/RlHMA65ct4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lk4wQJKysrM/s72-c/tv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-8432673839326345302</id><published>2007-05-21T23:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:20:01.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>anxious morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I worry too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I worry too much that I hope too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You waved back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dried my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ironed my shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went downstairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My eyes are wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not knowing why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A tear drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-1368701515757259463</id><published>2007-04-17T08:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:14:24.184+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi</title><content type='html'>Lagi&lt;br /&gt;Entah untuk yang keberapa kali&lt;br /&gt;Air dengan gelombang tinggi dalam mimpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia datang sekitar tiga kali&lt;br /&gt;Tinggi tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami memandangnya dari jendela rumah&lt;br /&gt;Jendela kuning muda agak kusam, tua&lt;br /&gt;Rumah tidak tenggelam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali&lt;br /&gt;Dua kali&lt;br /&gt;Tiga kali air lewat jendela&lt;br /&gt;Yang ketiga air menetap, menutupi setengah jendela&lt;br /&gt;Air berwarna coklat muda sekali&lt;br /&gt;Air tidak cair&lt;br /&gt;Aku menusuknya dengan telunjuk&lt;br /&gt;Sekali&lt;br /&gt;Dua kali&lt;br /&gt;Air menjadi es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Airnya jadi es!”&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengambil segenggam&lt;br /&gt;Membentuknya di bawah jendela menghindari matahari&lt;br /&gt;Agar dia tidak cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memandang jendela&lt;br /&gt;Air menghilang&lt;br /&gt;Aku melempar genggaman es keluar jendela&lt;br /&gt;Jendela makin tinggi&lt;br /&gt;Aku harus melempar kuat&lt;br /&gt;Hup!&lt;br /&gt;Gumpalan es coklat muda keluar dari jendela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-1368701515757259463?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/1368701515757259463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=1368701515757259463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1368701515757259463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1368701515757259463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/04/lagi.html' title='Lagi'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-6493356682893827093</id><published>2007-04-15T19:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:48:04.661+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the world is surrounded by jerks!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you all make me sick!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-6493356682893827093?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/6493356682893827093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=6493356682893827093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6493356682893827093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6493356682893827093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ngga tau harus mulai mematikanmu dari mana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala saya sesak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Ini sudah tidak muat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Untuk kantuk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolong datang lebih dini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum mereka menyerbu kembali &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk bosan yang keras kepala&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapan kamu berencana menghilang?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena mungkin karena kamu mereka datang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Untuk semua, tolong dengarkan saya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali ini saja:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Waktu bermain sudah habis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tolong pergi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalkan saya sendiri&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya butuh tidur malam ini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-6715137507080307591?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/6715137507080307591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=6715137507080307591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6715137507080307591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6715137507080307591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/03/tolong-berhenti.html' title='tolong berhenti'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-2760419478009951064</id><published>2007-02-21T07:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:56:27.165+07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is what we&lt;/strong&gt; should &lt;strong&gt;do:&lt;/strong&gt; love the universe…&lt;br /&gt;And everything else. Make lots of money.. and give it away. Stand up for the persecuted and those discriminated against, and stand up for those no one else will stand up for. Be a follower or be a leader, but whichever you choose, do it well. Hate evil and love good. Be tolerant of all religions and those who have no religion. Be tolerant of all cultures and those who have no culture. Be tolerant of all races and those who have no race. Be tolerant of all people and ideas even if they contradict yours. Be patient and be happy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carpe diem.&lt;/span&gt; Bow down to nobody, stand up for yourself and your ideas, for no one else will. Question everything. Question the schools, question the state, question the family, question religion and question the truth. Be ignorant to what makes you sad and concentrate on future, ones for evil will always be present and will always be defeated. Learn that no one can make you feel inferior or stupid or sad. Live life to the fullest. Set a good example. Place society over the individual. Advance humankind: whether you are remembered or not or whether you will be revered or not in the history of mankind does not matter. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make sure society has benefited from your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-2760419478009951064?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/2760419478009951064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=2760419478009951064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/2760419478009951064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/2760419478009951064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-4567343233526189568</id><published>2007-02-19T07:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:46:15.398+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hardly over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I just realized it. You hurt me more than I thought you did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, should I reply to your texts?&lt;br /&gt;Should I call when you ask me to call?&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep this thought of you loving me though I know you never did?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be reasonable if I want you to stay away?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I do, but this is not easy at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me more time to forget you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just realized, you hurt me more than I thought you did..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-4567343233526189568?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/4567343233526189568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=4567343233526189568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4567343233526189568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/4567343233526189568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/02/hardly-over-you.html' title='hardly over you'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-6261362851422392996</id><published>2007-01-27T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T09:42:45.964+07:00</updated><title type='text'>survival instinct found!</title><content type='html'>what's the "best" reason you ever get from a guy who tries to "dump" you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"temen-temen aku bilang kamu sombong.. aku ngga bisa menjalin hubungan sama kamu.. kalau aku harus milih antara kamu dan temen-temen aku, aku milih temen-temen aku.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds so young? he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to laugh but we were having a sad and angry mode on so i had to skip that. too bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never hide the fact that i cried for 3 nights cause i really didn't know what was the problem. but after i did, somehow there was a part of me feeling so relieved. i thought i was the one being irrational, but i wasn't. and not only that, god answered all my prayers through two of my friends. the last one was the best! he met him a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend : bro, kalau mau selesaiin masalah yang jantan dong, jangan ngilang gitu..&lt;br /&gt;him : iya, gue mau ngomong cuma belum sempet aja. tapi sekarang udah beres kok, tadi dia ke rumah. mana pas dia lagi ngomong, gue lagi hacep-hacepnya lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, just so you know, he hadn't really been sober at least for the last 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gokil, Tuhan tuh emang sayang banget ya sama gue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-6261362851422392996?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/6261362851422392996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=6261362851422392996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6261362851422392996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6261362851422392996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/01/survival-instinct-found.html' title='survival instinct found!'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-1421631700062898446</id><published>2007-01-24T12:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:35:16.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ada cinta? dimana?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Last night I decided to stop believing in love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Berapa diantara elo yang bisa mengontrol perasaan kalau lagi jatuh cinta? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ngaku aja kalo sebagian besar dari kita selalu terjun bebas when it comes to love, with all the excitement etc, sampai kadang lo ngga sadar kalau untuk terjun bebas itu perlu ada kasur di bawahnya atau perlu tali pengaman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To love is to gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Lo nitipin hati ke orang lain. By the time orang itu ngga take a good care of your heart, lo akan merasa kecewa, sakit hati, sedih banget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Rasa sakit hati yang ada ngga sebanding dengan rasa senang waktu awal menjalin hubungan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Tentu aja ini belum pasti terjadi, tapi kan mungkin.. namanya juga judi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Gue tumbuh di era The Brady Bunch, Family Ties dan Growing Pains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Lebih parah lagi : The Cosby Show! Semuanya adalah gambaran keluarga bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;agia. Semua masalah bisa diomongin baik-baik dan endingnya semua orang kembali bisa ketawa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tapi semakin besar, gue makin menyadari kalau gue ngga pernah ngeliat keluarga seperti itu di sekitar gue. Gue cuma mengenal 1 keluarga yang setiap hari bapak-ibunya terlihat ciuman dengan tulus. Gue cuma mengenal 2 anak dari satu keluarga yang menganggap ibunya paling cantik di dunia karena bapaknya selalu bilang begitu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Talking about a perfect example, even my parents are not one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ketika lo memutuskan untuk menjalin hubungan percintaan dengan seseorang, yang namanya kekecewaan itu seakan terus mengintai. Dan ketika kekecewaan ini terjadi pas lo udah nikah, kebayang ngga rasa menyiksanya akan separah apa? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IT"&gt;Marriage itu seperti lo mempertaruhkan uang terbanyak yang lo punya di meja judi. Lo mempertaruhkan hati lo -besar, bulat, penuh- untuk sebuah (harapan) akan kebahagiaan. Dan karena lo sudah berkomitmen (komitmen yang tahapannya paling tinggi), sesakit apapun hati lo, lo harus bisa bertahan untuk berbagai alasan yang memang jadi konsekuensi orang yang menikah. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Contoh gampang : sorry, gue terlanjur percaya bahwa selama menikah, people cheat at least once.&lt;br /&gt;Pacar lo kalo terlihat deket yang ngga wajar sama orang lain aja lo pasti males, apalagi kalau yang selingkuh adalah orang yang satu tempat tidur sama lo? Orang yang katanya mau jadi team-mate seumur hidup. Rasanya pasti kaya backstabbing tingkat tinggi. Dikhianati sahabat sendiri!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cukup bahagia ngga sih manusia kalau cuma mencintai keluarga, teman-teman, karir dan orang-orang yang ngga mampu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yang menjawab cukup, please kasih contact lo, gue pingin banget ngobrol..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-1421631700062898446?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/1421631700062898446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=1421631700062898446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1421631700062898446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/1421631700062898446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/01/ada-cinta-dimana.html' title='ada cinta? dimana?'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-7673425155950336871</id><published>2007-01-20T17:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T09:57:17.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSING MY INSTINCT</title><content type='html'>This is my first weekend without him&lt;br /&gt;So far I am a mess&lt;br /&gt;Totally&lt;br /&gt;I spend every minute thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;I spend every minute wondering why&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up without you knowing the reason is just the worst idea ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me angry&lt;br /&gt;Part of me so fucking sad&lt;br /&gt;Part of me can't accept this&lt;br /&gt;Part of me ashame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about some break-up movies and try to remember what the casts do being in this situation but i can't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;I try to remember what I did in my previous big break-ups but it doesn't help at all&lt;br /&gt;I try to remember the great times of being single, it doesn't work out&lt;br /&gt;I just don't remember how I can survive until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking it's gonna be hard to still be working with him once in a while&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people asking why&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the feeling of wanting to throw up everytime somebody mention his name and his agreements on certain work while I used to know them all&lt;br /&gt;I hate the idea of looking fine while I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my survival instinct.. where the hell are you???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-7673425155950336871?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/7673425155950336871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=7673425155950336871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7673425155950336871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/7673425155950336871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/01/losing-my-instinct_20.html' title='LOSING MY INSTINCT'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-5289876269900768646</id><published>2007-01-16T21:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:16:08.858+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jebakan batman : deal with it, then move on!</title><content type='html'>i talked to Rene this afternoon about Iris' problem&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line was, Japanese culture in Japanese company does exist and it happens to local people&lt;br /&gt;it really does&lt;br /&gt;what can we do about it? n-o-t-h-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;what can we do to change it? n-o-t-h-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;what can we do to accept it and can still smile? n-o-t-h-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;culture is the keyword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it takes decades to change it, that's why it's called : a culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene actually said "nuwun sewu ya.. tapi siapa sih temenmu itu?" dalam konteks " siapa sih kita, sampe bisa merubah sebuah budaya seperti itu??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agreed with him on that. so that's &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;point no.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what should we do about it? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;point no.2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene said :&lt;br /&gt;1. sadari kalau kita memang masuk jebakan batman. kasarnya, siapa suruh mau masuk ke company seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;(to readers : ya, gue tau lo akan bilang "kita kan ngga tau kalo culture-nya akan separah itu", tapi kalo gue jadi elo, terutama di depan Rene, gue ngga akan berani bilang gitu karena dia akan sesimple bilang "kok bisa ngga tau?" :) )&lt;br /&gt;2. QUIT&lt;br /&gt;kalo lo complain dengan budaya kerja yang ngga sesuai dengan jalan pikiran, logika, hati dan apapun itu yang ada di diri lo berarti lo mau ada perubahan. kalau konteksnya adalah budaya sebuah negara di sebuah perusahaan, apakah perubahan itu mungkin terjadi? ENGGA.&lt;br /&gt;kita ngitungnya umur kita kan ngga sampe 120-130an ya, dimana perubahan itu mungkin aja terjadi. jadi memang ngga ada jalan lain selain QUIT. tapi tetap, show your dignity, keluar dengan baik-baik.&lt;br /&gt;3. alihkan energy ke hal yang lebih berguna.&lt;br /&gt;waktu Iris cerita, gue gemes banget dan nanya2 "lo udah fight ke atasan lo? udah fight ke senior lo? udah fight ke HRD lo? udah tanya2 sama temen2 lo?" just to make sure she has done the maximum way. jawabannya : sudah. trus, apa dapat jawaban dari permasalahan ini? engga.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that she looked for a solution, she did fight for herself, means Energy.&lt;br /&gt;so she better make career resolution that within this year, that energy will be used in a right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think this writing is about someone's career problem, then you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me and My (put some negative word here, please..) Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend that keeps MIA&lt;br /&gt;His record was 91 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAQ :&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Q : Kamu ke mana aja? Udah beberapa hari ngga ada kabar.&lt;br /&gt;A : Di rumah temen.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Q : Kok telfon aku ngga pernah diangkat, sms ngga dibales?&lt;br /&gt;A : Ya ngga papa. &lt;em&gt;Atau paling mentok jawabannya "I need some time to be alone".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Q : Apa maksudnya "You need some time to be alone"?&lt;br /&gt;A : Ya ngga papa.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;Q : Aku punya salah?&lt;br /&gt;A : Engga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawaban yang sama akan lo dapat kalo lo nelfon adenya atau temen2nya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan biasanya mereka nambahin "dia emang gitu orangnya.."&lt;br /&gt;Oh satu lagi jawaban bonus yang biasanya keluar tanpa lo tanya "udah tau orang aneh dipacarin!". Sangat-sangat menolong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made agreements :&lt;br /&gt;1. Batas waktu ngilang adalah 2x24 jam&lt;br /&gt;2. Batas waktu marahan (marahan di sini terjadi kalau ternyata alasan dia ngilang adalah karena ngambek) adalah 3x24 jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang hari Selasa jam 21.40&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir ngomong sama dia Sabtu jam 21.45&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin dia sempat kirim sms bilang "maaf ngga kabarin" but that was it&lt;br /&gt;Brarti sudah lewat dari 2x24 jam untuk konsep "ngilang"&lt;br /&gt;Dan batasnya tinggal 5 menit lagi untuk konsep "marahan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue mencoba berpikir dari sisi dia dan sisi gue berulang-ulang kali&lt;br /&gt;berusaha mengerti berulang-ulang kali&lt;br /&gt;berusaha sabar berulang-ulang kali&lt;br /&gt;sampai beberapa menit yang lalu gue liat testimonial temen gue di page-nya dia&lt;br /&gt;temen gue itu ngomongin kebiasaan ngilangnya dia dari SMA&lt;br /&gt;imagine that, SMA&lt;br /&gt;tapi sepertinya temen gue itu sangat maklum dengan kebiasaannya itu. dia ketawa-ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;gue ngga perlu ngeliat ke page2 testimonial sebelum2nya karena gue tau, gue pernah baca kalo sebagian isinya kurang lebih sama. dan mereka juga ketawa-ketawa maklum.&lt;br /&gt;so what do we have here? sebentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i just received a new sms at about 21.45. it wasn't him. so yea, the time is actually up.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what we have here is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly, i need to say no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do about it? n-o-t-h-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to change it? n-o-t-h-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to accept it and can still smile? n-o-t-h-i-n-g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything else?&lt;br /&gt;untuk pertanyaan serupa dari Rene "siapa sih elo?"&lt;br /&gt;kalo dari lo ada yang jawab "tapi lo kan pacarnya! he loves you!"&lt;br /&gt;nih gue jawabin yah.. dia bahkan ngga dengerin ibunya :)&lt;br /&gt;ngga ibunya, ngga sahabatnya.. dia cuma dengerin dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sadari kalo gue masuk jebakan batman&lt;br /&gt;2. QUIT&lt;br /&gt;3. alihkan energy ke hal lain yang lebih berguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if in her case Iris worried about her job title in her &lt;strong&gt;CV&lt;/strong&gt;, then i should start to worry having his name in &lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-5289876269900768646?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/5289876269900768646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=5289876269900768646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5289876269900768646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5289876269900768646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2007/01/jebakan-batman-deal-with-it-then-move.html' title='jebakan batman : deal with it, then move on!'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-373007182625827042</id><published>2006-12-12T22:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:35:19.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bukan 26</title><content type='html'>Malam ini gue melakukan tindakan bodoh yang sangat sangat sangat gue sesali&lt;br /&gt;Sangat impulsif, kaya bukan kelakuan orang umur 26, memalukan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikasih kerjaan beres jam 6 sore kok malah nyamperin penyakit&lt;br /&gt;Kerjaan beres jam 6 sore itu kan artinya bonus waktu istirahat&lt;br /&gt;Eh yang ada bukannya leyeh2 di depan TV, malah niat banget pergi ke Jati Warna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta ujan sesorean. Macet lah ya pastinya.&lt;br /&gt;Tetep, niat nyampe rumah cepet karena mau ambil mobil buat pergi lagi&lt;br /&gt;Gerimis2 dihajar aja naik ojek&lt;br /&gt;Sampe rumah jam 7 langsung mandi karena rambut dan badan agak basah&lt;br /&gt;Jam 725 nelfon Peppy nanya keadaan jalan daerah timur, dia bilang macet&lt;br /&gt;Gue telfon lagi Peppy jam 745, ujan tambah deres dan makin macet tentunya&lt;br /&gt;Gue telfon lagi jam 805, Peppy bilang kalau kekeh mau pergi mendingan maleman sekalian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngeyel lah ya pastinya, jam 823 ngeluarin mobil setelah sebelumnya ngeringin rambut seadanya&lt;br /&gt;Bensin abis, isi dulu&lt;br /&gt;Tekad dalam hati, begitu kena macet mau langsung puter balik aja pulang ke rumah&lt;br /&gt;Sempet mikir juga "Ini kemaleman ngga ya namu ke rumah orang jam segini baru berangkat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga disangka jalan non tol justru lumayan lancar&lt;br /&gt;Baru masuk tol di Pancoran, itupun cuma antri&lt;br /&gt;Nah ini, gue lupa mendefinisikan 'macet' dan 'antri' jadi gue ngga puter balik dan terus ngikutin arusnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 jam kemudian, jam 930an gue sampai di depan rumahnya&lt;br /&gt;Gue telfon yang angkat adenya&lt;br /&gt;Apa gerangan katanya?&lt;br /&gt;Kakaknya masih di rumah temen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asik yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue bilang akan nunggu sampai jam 10, karena rumah temennya itu deket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 10 teng dia SMS bilang kalau di daerah rumah temennya itu gerimis&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngga tau dia naik apa tapi yang pasti dia harus nunggu gerimisnya berhenti&lt;br /&gt;Gue bilang, gue akan tunggu sampai jam 1015 dan bilang ke dia untuk ngga bilang sama ibunya gue sudah ada di depan rumah karena gue ngga enak namu malem2, ngga sama anaknya lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat setelah SMS itu gue kirim, gue menghitung ulang :&lt;br /&gt;15 menit lagi berarti jam 1015&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini gue bener2 nyadarin kalau namu ke rumah orang jam 1015 itu ngga sopan&lt;br /&gt;Seasik apapun keluarganya, kalo menurut standart gue ngga sopan sih ngga sopan aja&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah gue ngabarin kalau lebih baik gue pulang aja&lt;br /&gt;Jam 1005 gue keluar dari daerah rumahnya&lt;br /&gt;Balik ke Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;Sampe rumah jam 1030an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua jam gue habiskan sia-sia&lt;br /&gt;Gue yang tadi pagi bangun dari tidur pasti seneng kalau denger malamnya akan dapat extra istirahat 2 jam karena kemarin malam tidurnya ngga enak, setiap jam kebangun melulu&lt;br /&gt;Dua jam yang terbuang percuma tadi sama dengan sekitar Rp 20.000,- karena tadi sempet salah masuk tol&lt;br /&gt;Uang segitu mungkin ngga banyak ya, tapi kalau dikasih ke yang ngga punya kan pasti jadi sangat berharga&lt;br /&gt;Dua jam goblok tadi seharusnya bisa gue pakai nonton Desperate Housewives season terbaru di ruang TV dengan kaki selonjoran, atau ngobrol sama MK secara dia pasti online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok bisa ya gue goblok begitu?&lt;br /&gt;Padahal tanda2 yang 'melarang' gue untuk pergi itu banyak : nyokap yang keheranan gue keluar malem cuma buat ketemu orang, peringatan2 Peppy soal keadaan jalan, SMS dari dia sendiri soal cuaca yang ngga mendukung, antri a.k.a macet dan yang terpenting adalah keraguan gue sendiri kalau lewat dari jam 9 malam itu ngga seharusnya orang datang untuk bertamu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi semua gue cuekin aja gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sampe sekarang gue masih mikir :&lt;br /&gt;Apakah itu impulsif?&lt;br /&gt;Apa karena cinta? Gue sendiri ngga tau kenapa kekeh mau ketemu dia padahal kangen2 banget juga engga..&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, jangan2 gue mau ketemu karena mulai terbiasa bareng2? Karena 3 hari berturut2 kemarin gue bareng dia terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin cerita ini terdengar ngga penting ya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau lo ngerasain capeknya badan gue sekarang, dan ngerasain sebelnya gue karena udah jauh2 tapi ngga ketemu orangnya, pasti lo juga sependapat kalau yang gue lakukan malam ini sungguh sangat patut disesali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-373007182625827042?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/373007182625827042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=373007182625827042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/373007182625827042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/373007182625827042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/12/bukan-26.html' title='bukan 26'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-6069013190887329889</id><published>2006-11-29T08:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:47:28.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a glory morning</title><content type='html'>gokil, Tuhan tuh emang sayang banget ya sama gue.&lt;br /&gt;setelah tadi malam mendengar berita yang harus gue akui cukup mengagetkan (walaupun gue seharusnya sudah menduganya dan bersiap2 karena datangnya berita itu bisa kapan aja, dan someday akan datang juga, anyways.. tell you about it later on &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-jadi cerewet seperti biasanya- :P&lt;/span&gt; ), pagi ini gue menemukan sesuatu yang menyenangkan di inbox gue : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;message dari Enrico.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heuaheuahuehaue.. ngga penting memang.&lt;br /&gt;tapi dia memuji pilihan lagukuuuhh.. boleh dooong seneeeeng?&lt;br /&gt;huikhhikhikhikhik...&lt;br /&gt;aahhh hidup :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-6069013190887329889?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/6069013190887329889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=6069013190887329889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6069013190887329889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/6069013190887329889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/11/glory-morning.html' title='a glory morning'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-5848387520533226644</id><published>2006-11-26T00:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:54:31.445+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a routine routine</title><content type='html'>I swear to god I felt like a drug abuse&lt;br /&gt;It was my shortest visit to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;8 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even sit and talked about what I felt&lt;br /&gt;I said "Good morning"&lt;br /&gt;He said "Good morning" and made a gesture to let me come inside the room&lt;br /&gt;I went directly to the examination bed&lt;br /&gt;He checked me with stethoscope without saying a word&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at my throat&lt;br /&gt;He turned off his flashlight and said "They swell"&lt;br /&gt;I knew exactly what he meant&lt;br /&gt;But I needed to say something so he knew I was alive&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your tonsils.."&lt;br /&gt;One predictable answer&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a prescription, quietly&lt;br /&gt;After.. "You really have to finish them all"&lt;br /&gt;Another predictable note&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the money, without replied to anything he just said&lt;br /&gt;He said "Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;He walked me to the door&lt;br /&gt;I said good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't more than 3 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-5848387520533226644?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/5848387520533226644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=5848387520533226644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/5848387520533226644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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swing!&lt;br /&gt;this morning was mr. lerche's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;minor detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;argh! i should've stop it before i realized track one was over! damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's the pounding in the heart whenever you are gone without any trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's the breaking of the waves that were about to really carry someplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's a major minor detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's a solitary sequel to never knowing anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's the ticking of the clock when you wake up alone at seven AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's the thought of getting used to something so right and then just throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's a major minor detail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;on a misty morning L train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and the fear of having to go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you'll hear the piano sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and know something turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's the circus i bring on whenever i reach out to touch you my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's the laws of our attraction and the fact that it's all going somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's a major minor detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;like erasing that old ghost trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so one day i can be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and now it's too late..&lt;br /&gt;i am having a gloomy morning. hmmpfff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-116392774656656356</id><published>2006-11-19T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:33:02.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/55912255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/55912255.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who needs a visual &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when all you can hear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is trance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-116392774656656356?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/116392774656656356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=116392774656656356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/116392774656656356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/116392774656656356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-needs-visual-when-all-you-can-hear.html' 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my young Austrian scientist ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-116225875318807440?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/116225875318807440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=116225875318807440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/116225875318807440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/116225875318807440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-and-my-boyfriend.html' title='me and my boyfriend'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-116184590496160601</id><published>2006-10-26T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:04:27.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>211006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/vodka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/vodka1.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That night at J Lounge was magical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right place, the right music, the right crowd, the right drinks and the right people to spend time with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt like I was 21 again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kept on drinking like there was no tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As time went by, some people got a bit too emotional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were the one who got very disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one who got angry as the result of being too worry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the one who was taking advantage of 'em all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me myself was flying high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So high, i hardly remember anything the next morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I remember was there was someone whispered to my ear that night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Indeed, everybody loves you, Sekar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. Everybody loves you..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-116184590496160601?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/116184590496160601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=116184590496160601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/116184590496160601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/116184590496160601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/10/211006.html' title='211006'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-116128615719609175</id><published>2006-10-20T01:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:00:36.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sentimental world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I a sentimental?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's at least one day in a week when I feel gloomy and sad without knowing the reason why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember when I was in elementary school, my parents took me to see a shrink because I always got overly sad everytime there was someone confronted me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now when I grow up, I mostly thought this is all because I'm a Virgo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly, i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But somehow, I always feel in peace everytime I have my sentimental moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The strange-I-dont-know-why sentimental moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, as always, this sentimental ears I have, found one good sad song from the soundtrack of High Fidelity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The album was amazing, really really really cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And among those great songs, I directly stucked to track 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen For You by Sheila Nicholls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did you ever see me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watching from periphery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was playing another game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hoped you catch on all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Falling from view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did you ever touch me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Floating through your potpourri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought I felt your fingers once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After waiting all these months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I was wrong, so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was just another song you wrote, for another girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I hoped the day could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you'd write a song for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it never came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thank you all the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I'll go now, so you won't know how much I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fallen for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pointless trying to be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy, you don't know if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought I knew you well enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But your walls are still too tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I was wrong, so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was just another song you wrote, for another girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I hoped the day could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you'd write a song for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it never came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thank you all the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I'll go now, so you won't know how much I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thought about you all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Walking round, the Guggenheim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like a rhyme, in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There you are, in my car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But we don't drive very far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To the beach, out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next to me... my fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did you ever see me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watching from periphery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was playing another game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hoped you catch on all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This song is not all about us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know you're not enjoying this at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're unhappy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it makes me unhappy, seeing you unhappy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So whatever it is you think about, don't hesitate to tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I will be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/sheila[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/sheila%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheila Nicholls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-116128615719609175?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115968470251079055</id><published>2006-10-01T13:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T04:21:35.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Young To Die</title><content type='html'>I met TJ when I was waiting for the elevator after office a few days ago, and he was holding this DVD. “What’s that, J?”. He said, “ If you wanna watch old people ‘suck’ each other, you should bring this DVD home”, he laughed then he handed it to me. On the cover, there were two old people naked and covered with blanket. And at the back, there was one picture of them kissing. The title was &lt;strong&gt;Too Young To Die&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/too%20young.3.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a story about a man (Park Chi-gyu) and a woman (Lee Soon-ye) in their early seventies, who met each other and fall in love. It’s a true story in Korea and the couple play as themselves. As you can see at the cover, what makes this film a controversy is because it really shows some sex scenes as the result of people fall in love. This film was banned from released in public theaters in Korea, though before it was being selected to screen at the 2002 Cannes Film Festival and received some very positive reviews. Finally it can be released after the film’s production agreed to darken the lighting on several scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the director Park Jin-pyo (this film was his debut), many people think sex is something definitely the opposite of the term “the elderly”. So watching this film could be like a shock of cold water. Jin-pyo was just trying to say that age shouldn’t be a barrier in sex, in romanticism nor in showing the expression of love. And the reason he wanted to show their sexuality on screen was because they were so much in love. “I thought it was necessary to show sex scenes, to show they are fully alive”, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed this film lead me to think about the elderly’s sex life, realizing that I am so enjoying my young life which of course sex is included and at the same time realizing that I am not gonna stay in this age forever. I need facts and here are what I found :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The sex ratio drops steadily with age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve heard about it, of course. Here’s the number :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/aging_chart_2.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/aging_chart_2.0.png" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you who begin to worry, there was another survey of married men and women that showed 87% of married men and 89% of married women in the 60-64 age range are sexually active. The numbers drop with enhancing years but 29% of men and 25% of women over 80 are still sexually active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The changing bodies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that age, it will be too much if you’re still expecting sex to be as smooth as those are in your younger life, cause for sure, the body changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women’s :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The lips of the vagina (the labia) and the tissue covering the pubic bone lose some of their firmness.&lt;br /&gt;- The walls of the vagina become less elastic.&lt;br /&gt;- The vagina itself becomes drier.&lt;br /&gt;- The clitoris can become highly sensitive, even too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;- Uterine contractions with orgasm may at times be painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men’s :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The entire male sexual response tends to slow down in the following ways:&lt;br /&gt;- There is a delay in erection.&lt;br /&gt;- There is a need for more manual stimulation to achieve an erection.&lt;br /&gt;- The “plateau” phase, or period between erection and ejaculation, is prolonged.&lt;br /&gt;- Orgasm is shorter and less forceful.&lt;br /&gt;- The penis loses its firmness rapidly after ejaculation.&lt;br /&gt;- The “refractory period”, or time interval before erection is able to be achieved again, can be quite long, even up to a week in very elderly men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those reasons, adaptations are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For women :&lt;br /&gt;Women should make adequate lubrication part of the routine, to avoid irritation of the vagina or painful intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For men :&lt;br /&gt;Men should be patient in achieving an erection. For those men with heart disease, they may be particularly concerned about whether sex will put too much strain on their heart. For the most part, sexual activity may be resumed within about two to four weeks after a heart attack. If a man can climb two flights of stairs without chest pain or shortness of breath, he should be able to engage in sexual activity without concern, as this is more vigorous exercise than having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Positions to try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The “spoon position”, in which both partners lie on their sides, the woman with her back to the man, is great for intimacy with or without intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;- The woman on her back and the man at a right angle to her on his side.&lt;br /&gt;- The person with less strength or endurance on her/his back, with the stronger partner kneeling above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you’re feeling gross reading this up to now, don’t worry, me too hehe.. in fact, that’s natural. I read it in &lt;a href="http://www.satirewire.com/"&gt;SatireWire.com&lt;/a&gt; that the elderly sex studies put young people off sex. This fact found when young interviewers who collected information in the study haven't been able to have sex for weeks. The condition made explainable with the release of a sample interview transcript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviewer: OK, you're 78 and still have sex. That's all I need. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respondent: Let me tell you, it's not always easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviewer: I'm sure it's not. Well, goodbye... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respondent: Like when the arthritis flares up... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviewer: Oh... my, look, that's enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respondent: Or if the wife's colostomy bag... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviewer: Please, no. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respondent: ...gets tangled with my heart monitor... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviewer: Eeeeeeooo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respondent: I remember this one time, when we had left the curtains open ... hello? ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Ramadhan. Though it’s only a week now, I know some of you have already missed the idea of having sex. But let’s try to respect the period.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re feeling in lust, simply read this post, hope it’ll help :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sources :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koreanfilm.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.koreanfilm.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalaging.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.globalaging.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.satirewire.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.satirewire.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115968470251079055?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115968470251079055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115968470251079055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115968470251079055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115968470251079055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-young-to-die.html' title='Too Young To Die'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115937612695820088</id><published>2006-09-27T23:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:12:48.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathological Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can feel the blood rush into my head. My eyes start to be warm. My heart beats faster. My hand is shaking as I move the mouse so I can see the whole page, to make sure that this is all she send me. “Aren’t you get tired of lying?”. That’s what she wrote. That’s all. But why? Doesn’t she ever think it may break my heart? Why does she do this to me? What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I sent her a note, yes. I was just trying to be friends. Then I let her know most of the things about me. My job, my beloved boyfriend, my fancy apartment. The life I was living might seem to be good to be true. But it was true. I swear it was true. I’ve been living it so there’s no way that I’ve been fantasizing about it all this time. It’s got to be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second note she sent me. The first one was even shorter. “Aren’t you get tired?”. It lead me to write her back “What do you mean of me getting tired?”. And that was her reply : tired of lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t she believe me while everybody does? That they paid me in dollars. That I was good at both dancing and making coffee. That I moved here in Germany. That she loved me. That she was real. That she wasn’t just my imagination. My life is so real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t accuse me of lying just because all the pictures I published looked like those are from gettyimages. You can’t accuse me of lying just because I have no friends who can help me prove all this. You can’t accuse me of lying because you don’t really know me. You don’t know what I’ve been going through. You are just mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear starts to drop. I can’t believe you send me this note. You disappointed me. My last hope is for you not to tell anyone about this. I know you won’t tell anyone. You don’t know my friends. You don’t know them. Nobody knows them. But sending me this note.. you really are driving me mad. I won’t let you getaway just like that. I’m gonna make you feel miserable. You gonna feel miserable. Like I do. Like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pathological liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is someone who often embellishes his or her stories in a way that he or she believes will impress people. It may be that a pathological liar is different from a normal liar in that a pathological liar believes the lie he or she is telling to be true—at least in public—and is "playing" the role. It is not clear, however, that this is the case. It could also be that pathological liars know precisely what they are doing. Making up stories and at the same time believing them is known as confabulation. The term "pathological liar" is not an official clinical diagnosis however psychiatrists may agree that pathological lying is often the result of a mental disorder or low self-esteem.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;www.wikipedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were at Plaza Indonesia earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : I do believe there are pathological liars somewhere around us.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Really? Naahh..&lt;br /&gt;S : Well anyway, we can never be sure if they are pathological liars, since we may not realize it. What we believe all this time could be all lies. Since they’re very consistent. They believe they’re living a real life.&lt;br /&gt;Me : That’s just scary..&lt;br /&gt;S : It’s even more scary when you know they can be violent once you confront them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it’s all clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about pathological liar :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthyplace.com/Radio/articles/pathological_liars.htm"&gt;http://www.healthyplace.com/Radio/articles/pathological_liars.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truthaboutdeception.com/confront_a_liar/public/pathological-compulsive.html"&gt;http://www.truthaboutdeception.com/confront_a_liar/public/pathological-compulsive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115937612695820088?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115937612695820088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115937612695820088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115937612695820088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115937612695820088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/09/pathological-liar.html' title='Pathological Liar'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115850834861399824</id><published>2006-09-17T22:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:02:12.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>track 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's been a while since i got stuck listening to Super Extra Gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in fact, this could be the longest album i ever listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i have different favorite song from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from track 1, 4, 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then track 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and it's been weeks i keep repeating track 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Good Morning Joan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Good morning Joan// Now pick up your phone// It was bad but just a dream// And you are remembered// Put on something pretty// Go back to the city// In town the sky's just space// No star light in your face// Listen to Eve/ she's got stuff up her sleeve/ to her there's no excuse// You use before you get used// Or talk to Louise/ she knows all about treason// She got lost in Early May// And now it's December// I'd call on you if I could// If you were less like me/ I would// Good morning Joan/ did you wake up alone// Did you dream you woke up happy// With a phone book full of names// Just forget about Mary// She says everything's scary/ she got locked inside her skin// Get near her/ she'll drag you in// I'd call on you if I could// If you were less like me/ I would// Save you from this/ if I could// If I were less like you/ God knows I would// Save you from this/ there is always shit// But you're all just like me so I quit// My name is yours// Can I sleep on your floor// See my heroes changed their minds// And I lost my numbers///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as always, their music is beautiful but you just never really sure what the song is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but this song.. i actually have something in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm just.. being in this denial, doubtful phase where i'm not sure if it's better to be just a dream or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even if it is, i can't categorized if it's a nightmare or a beautiful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all i know is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's been 6 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my headset gets dusty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my webcam gets rusty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;two days ago was our four months anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and seemed like we both had forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115850834861399824?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115850834861399824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115850834861399824' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115850834861399824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115850834861399824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/09/track-10.html' title='track 10'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115711097111654973</id><published>2006-09-01T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:42:51.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a wish</title><content type='html'>if i could only have one thing to ask today, i would definitely go for :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a proper sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my simplest birthday wish, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115711097111654973?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115711097111654973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115711097111654973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115711097111654973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115711097111654973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/09/wish.html' title='a wish'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115660884079744139</id><published>2006-08-26T22:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:28:44.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like the drugs (but the drugs like me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Marilyn Manson -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/drugs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The drugs : for pharyngitis and some skin treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent $125 yesterday just to make myself feel better&lt;br /&gt;That much money will make me have to look away from the CD store and keep my credit card at home for the next one month&lt;br /&gt;With the fact that I have a huge bill to pay in the next few days, I'm officially broke &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Indeed, being healthy is priceless.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to look at the "brightside" that eventhough I have to carry this weakness for the rest of my life, the name "CP" was pretty "cool"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when tonight I had to swallow all of those drugs again, what happened was always the same, the feeling of sick and wanted to throw up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so sick of this! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115660884079744139?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115660884079744139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115660884079744139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115660884079744139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115660884079744139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-like-drugs-but-drugs-like-me.html' title='I don&apos;t like the drugs (but the drugs like me)'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115660538824398786</id><published>2006-08-26T22:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:54:17.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had another nightmare about water, which got me to think that all this time, I have a very strange relation with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My family had a very nice beach house. I don’t remember how my father got it, but we had it. It was very nice, think it was somewhere in America’s sunny state. The house was actually on top of a small hill, but exactly at the edge of the beach. So when we stood there in the porch, we could directly see water below us. We spent our weekends there, me and my family. And there were one time when the water suddenly raised up, might be because of the rain. It was like a flood. The water was getting higher and higher and reached the porch but didn’t get in to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime after, I spent my weekend there with someone that I’m not quite remember who, think it was Mario or.. Angga (why Angga, cause I remember there was a scene when I strangely dialed his phone number). We were sleeping on a bed faced directly to the porch. Then at night, the water raised again. It was even a bigger flood then before. The water raised up, hit the porch and half of the house. The house tore into two. The front side was float away to the sea. We were sitting panicly (is that even a word, panicly?), holding tightly to the sheet and bed, when the water hit the bottom side of the bed and we were carried to the big big sea. It seemed like the whole earth was covered by water and we sit still on the bed, not knowing for sure where the water would take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that picture perfectly when I woke up, and it made me remember that I had another nightmare last night, before the beach house one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in a plane. Not quite remember from where. I also don’t remember where the destination was. But the sky was bright and sunny. I could clearly see the airport to the fact that we were about to land soon. I sit by the window, at the left side of the plane. The airport was at my left side. The sea was below us. Then from the right side window (yea, I sit at the left side but somehow I can reached the right side window), we the passengers, saw this big orange Kopaja (an awful Jakarta public bus) jumped into the ocean. So we started to be panic and questioning how could it happened (it was strange enough to saw a Kopaja somewhere at the airport area). Then we saw this huge water spin at the sea below us. The bus got in, powerless. That was when we realize that the plane suddenly turn left, and started to spin like 360 degree and getting closer and closer to the water. We knew we were going to be down soon. And it happened. We&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;got sucked in the water. What surprised us later was the fact that we were okay and the water didn’t even get in the plane, though we were drowning. What came to our mind was it was a plane, it designed not to even have a single tiny hole so it could perfectly fly. Then the plane bumped to the left. I saw my left side window started to crack. That was when I looked clearly through the window that we hit something from an iron. Then all that we could see in the windows are irons. We were at some garage. A plane-garage in the water. Or “worse”. It was an airport, in the sea. We were amazed. We started to take our cameras and made pictures. Then a few seconds later, there was a guy who we thought someone in charge, stood at the center of the plane and explained us that we were actually safe, cause we had arrived in a water-airport. Then I realized that he looked like Captain Picard, and the plane was actually looked so close to The Enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I told you, the serial nightmares about water (last year was full of tsunami’s nightmares, which happened like once in 1-2 month, and I actually still had them until earlier this year) lead me to think that I have a strange relation with water. I started to jot down one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The sport that I do best is swimming. No. The only sport I can do is swimming. I actually love being in the water. In a proper amount of water.&lt;br /&gt;2. My best friend is an Aquarian. My exes who hang out with me the most are Aquarians. I even spent my last crazy vacation with Aquarian girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to a family doctor today for my “regular” pharyngitis. And for sure she gave me another lecture about the importance of having as much &lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt; as we can in our daily life (she knows exactly that I don’t drink enough water, told you.. she’s the family doctor). She also gave me “sub-lesson” about my disease : nasopharyng drip (or at least that’s what I heard), which I found quite entertaining (yea, I wanted to be a doctor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if any of you understand what really is going on between me and water (I’m a Virgo), please do try to explain, I really wanna know. But no explanation from the astrological side please.. you know, the water and the earth sign, cause I don’t really believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why am I putting “I’m a Virgo” up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit.. I can’t even decide if I believe in star signs. I’m a Libra!! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115660538824398786?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115660538824398786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115660538824398786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115660538824398786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115660538824398786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/08/me-vs-water.html' title='Me vs Water'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115560400192631445</id><published>2006-08-15T08:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:32:44.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>150806</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/3m-anniv-1.0.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/3m-anniv-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/3m-anniv-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115560400192631445?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115560400192631445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115560400192631445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115560400192631445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115560400192631445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/08/150806.html' title='150806'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115476303094286750</id><published>2006-08-05T14:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:59:21.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, him and the nothing thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing in definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is the lack or absence of anything (including empty area or a vacuum). Colloquially, however, the term is often used to describe a particularly unimpressive thing, event, or object.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We invented &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or decided to say that we invented)&lt;/span&gt; this nothing thing about 2 days ago &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, actually it’s not ours but we don’t think any of our friends even realize when and where they ever heard it, so.. :P ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, it’s a term you use to show that you’re emotionless to someone or something.&lt;br /&gt;We found that being emotionless is even meaner than the feeling of dislike and hate. It should be on the top of the list. It’s like.. whatever happen to that person or that something, you just don’t care. You don’t hate them, you don’t feel happy for them of course, they do exist but you just.. don’t feel anything. They’re just meaningless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The use of “the new nothing” in a sentence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a sentence, this nothing isn’t applied as a participial or gerund (hey, I sound smart! Thanks Steny darl!). This nothing thing works as a verb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examples :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario : They’re so annoying. I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Don’t hate them.. let’s just &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;Mario : Okay, I &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;them. That’s a nice thing to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario : How could you like something like The OC? Is it really just about the clothes and the hairdo?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No, it's about the clothes, the hairdo, the soundtracks and the Adam Brody:)&lt;br /&gt;Mario : Whoever that is. I decide to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; the show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Hey, let's spread this nothing thing to all of our friends!&lt;br /&gt;Mario : Okay, but I’m not &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nothinging&lt;/span&gt; my friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn’t this nothing thing so cool?&lt;br /&gt;So, start to spread it to the ones you love, your friends, your hang out buddies, your boyfriend/girlfriend, cause we believe whoever you love is a cool person, and only cool person deserves this cool thang!;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And of course, if they ask “Where do you got this cool stuff?”, you have to answer “from Sekar and Mario!”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Oh what a match we are! ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115476303094286750?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115476303094286750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115476303094286750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115476303094286750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115476303094286750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/08/me-him-and-nothing-thing.html' title='Me, him and the nothing thing'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115384091506278496</id><published>2006-07-25T21:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:35:32.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga added one more reason of why he's my favorite ex boyfriend ever :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/scrubs.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, SCRUBS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iris and Abram had been trying to make me watch the series since season one, but I was always to lazy to even start it. Then earlier last week, Yoga sent me an SMS (was it SMS, Ga?) asking if I watched it. I remember saying no. Then we talked about it again at lunchtime, and yea.. I get the point, everybody said so. So? So, I was thinking "well okay, maybe.. but hmm, yea we'll see".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When at the end of the week I had this annoying thing going on in my mind, I thought I needed something fun, so I remembered my conversation with Yoga and decided to borrow the 1st and 2nd season from Iris. And until now, I just cant stop!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sent a text to Yoga after the 1st episode and tell him "yea, maybe i'll like it"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and he simply replied "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I want to be dr. Cox".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, the next morning : Wah ga beres nih, gue udah mulai ketagihan scrubs, mau tidur nonton scrubs, bangun tidur nonton scrubs. Gue suka sekali mantan istrinya dr. Cox. Yawn LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y : Ah yes. A sexy, witty, take-no-crap ex who likes a booty call. Who doesnt want one? ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Yea, i shud definitely lose my 'nice' side haha.. See, u wanna be dr. Cox, i wanna be Jordan. Thats why we get along! ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just love the fact that it made me be in a VERY good mood every morning. I kept remembering the lines, and really smiling, every time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yawn! LOL &lt;em&gt;*here's suppose to be some icon laughing, rolling on the floor, holding its stomach* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115384091506278496?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115384091506278496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115384091506278496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115384091506278496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115384091506278496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/07/scrubs.html' title='scrubs'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115362938583003391</id><published>2006-07-23T11:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:14:54.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>l.o.s.t</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;am lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/cable.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="89" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/cable.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's been three days&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through this street so far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was pretty sure I will get to the end doing fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I knew this wouldn't be a fast journey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but I believed I'll reach the end safely&lt;br /&gt;I knew there would be some obstacles on the way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but I never knew that I have to face something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;that is basically the opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;I almost cry&lt;br /&gt;I am confuse, not knowing what to do&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not a race against anyone, that I still have time&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanna get out of this stage, this area, so bad&lt;br /&gt;If this is a Mahjong game, this is the time when I really wanna press hint button&lt;br /&gt;I just need help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Like SO clueless&lt;br /&gt;And this wont change until I move my feet somewhere else, even just one step&lt;br /&gt;One single step that leads to a new view&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, will I like it? Can I handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile these feet are tired of walking off road&lt;br /&gt;The up and down street with sharp rocks is my least favorite&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a result-oriented traveler&lt;br /&gt;If a nice-quite garden with some people talking in the afternoon is what I about to get, I'll walk that off road&lt;br /&gt;But if it's full of people getting drunk and talking loud, I'll most probably join them drinking, getting ODed and kill myself, full of regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;And the night has come&lt;br /&gt;Again I hope there will be a star leading my way, showing which step I should take&lt;br /&gt;But the sky has been starless since the day I got here&lt;br /&gt;And tonight doesn't seem to be different.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115362938583003391?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115362938583003391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115362938583003391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115362938583003391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115362938583003391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost.html' title='l.o.s.t'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115351361266871648</id><published>2006-07-22T03:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T03:26:52.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>After</title><content type='html'>There weren't The Dunars :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braaam!! Couldn't you like find another day to play football??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115351361266871648?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115351361266871648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115351361266871648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115351361266871648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115351361266871648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/07/after.html' title='After'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115344357361422896</id><published>2006-07-21T07:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:00:22.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>Friday, wee hour.&lt;br /&gt;After some sad tones and bitter laughs over the phone with J..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J : No need to answer it now, Sekar. Take your time..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah.. So, while Im thinking.. Paranoia Mix?&lt;br /&gt;J : Ya! Come with me!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ya!&lt;br /&gt;(Both laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Me : But hmm.. there will be The Dunars. I'm so excited, yet.. worry.&lt;br /&gt;J : They make you do stuff, dont they? (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ya :( Please stay with me all night, just.. be on my side.&lt;br /&gt;J : (laughing) I will&lt;br /&gt;Me : I mean, it wont be just that freakin couple there, D is gonna be there too. See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;J : Yea! And he told me that he's planning to let it all out (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Me : See? *sigh* Have to go now.. C u tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;J : Tomorrow! Be good, take care.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115344357361422896?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115344357361422896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115344357361422896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115344357361422896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115344357361422896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/07/before.html' title='Before'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115323591643497022</id><published>2006-07-18T22:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:32:25.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a note for whoever</title><content type='html'>Look, stop reading my blog if you can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, you gonna hurt yourself more and more&lt;br /&gt;Cause this blog is my thing, i can put anything in it, got that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, would you please leave us alone?&lt;br /&gt;I left you guys alone when you asked me to, so try to do the same, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i don't actually have to explain this.. but we're together AFTER you guys broke up&lt;br /&gt;So start to act like an ex, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite your tounge&lt;br /&gt;Get a life&lt;br /&gt;Move on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115323591643497022?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115323591643497022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115323591643497022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115323591643497022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115323591643497022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/07/note-for-whoever.html' title='a note for whoever'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115310002082725092</id><published>2006-07-17T08:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:33:40.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am looking forward to have kids with you :) "</title><content type='html'>This morning he left me an offline message (as above) and a cute picture (as below) that really make my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/400/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115310002082725092?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115310002082725092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115310002082725092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115310002082725092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115310002082725092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-looking-forward-to-have-kids-with.html' title='&quot;I am looking forward to have kids with you :) &quot;'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115202418319900105</id><published>2006-07-04T21:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:45:27.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/syd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/syd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/london2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/london2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have been :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in a very deep relationship, you dare to call it LOVE&lt;br /&gt;- fighting with your loved one a thousand times, yelling and screaming to each other, you start to lose your mind and you dont even know which one is right and which one is wrong anymore&lt;br /&gt;- in love with this one person very much, with your heart and soul, but everything keep going wrong, and when you realize you're losing it, it's just too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/bateman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/bateman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR GOD SAKE, WATCH THE MOVIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will bring you back exactly to those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love, the pain, the emotion, the adrenaline, the desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna cry so bad.. so bad.. but at the end you realize that you just dont have anymore tears left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115202418319900105?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115202418319900105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115202418319900105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115202418319900105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115202418319900105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/07/london.html' title='LONDON'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115145055485282064</id><published>2006-06-28T06:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:08:24.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spiderman Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/MK%204%20-edit.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/1600/MK%204%20-edit.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/1132/200/MK%204%20-edit.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(music : Champagne Supernova - matt pond PA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Spiderman kiss&lt;br /&gt;It was Seth and Summer's kiss&lt;br /&gt;It was our kiss :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115145055485282064?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115145055485282064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115145055485282064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115145055485282064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115145055485282064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/06/spiderman-kiss.html' title='The Spiderman Kiss'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115090232159737204</id><published>2006-06-21T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:22:55.820+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another goodbye</title><content type='html'>Why is it always hard to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Even though the one you have has lots of things that at the end you can’t tolerate..&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know you have already the new one..&lt;br /&gt;Still you feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been together for like.. 8 years?&lt;br /&gt;That’s a pretty long time&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Should I do it tonight or tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is make one phone call, and we will never see each other again&lt;br /&gt;It’s so sad cause we won’t have hours to spend together at night anymore&lt;br /&gt;We won’t have some regular rendezvous on weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean, you were always there when there was no one I could talk to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone just now, but then I cancelled&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to make a phone call at this hour?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow morning is better&lt;br /&gt;At least I still have a few hours to prepare myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I turn to the new one is basically simple&lt;br /&gt;And realistic, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a better connection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection I have with the present one is getting worse and worse each and everyday&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I just can’t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stop me from doing the things I need, the things I like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I have the new one now&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it started before I really say goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should keep you both?&lt;br /&gt;No, that’ll be too much&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have to spend more&lt;br /&gt;And it’s just going to be useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to choose&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of a better connection and the ability to do the things I need, and like, I choose the new one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye dial-up&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Indonet&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for everything&lt;br /&gt;Welcome cable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Gilaa.. di antara berbagai kekurangan Indonet, kayanya gue termasuk salah satu pelanggan setia mereka deh (atau jangan2 tinggal satu-satunya? Huhu.. menghina banget siiehh!). They were my first encounter with the internet! So indeed, this is as hard as saying goodbye to your first love.&lt;br /&gt;** Oh iya, nostalgia dulu bentar.. customer service-nya Indonet handal loh. They always answered my wee-hour phone calls!&lt;br /&gt;*** Gue tau ini mungkin norak, tapi jangan ketawa lo. Asli gue sedih beneran inih.. Mau nangis :( :( Ada yang bisa kasih saran ngga? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115090232159737204?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115090232159737204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115090232159737204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115090232159737204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115090232159737204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-goodbye.html' title='Another goodbye'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-115063398076244287</id><published>2006-06-18T19:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:03:03.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting rid of the bad apples</title><content type='html'>I do think that’ll always be the right thing to do, getting rid of the bad apples&lt;br /&gt;I mean, u wouldn’t want to keep something bad, or bad for you, in your life, right?&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it’s just like having a good sin&lt;br /&gt;Like an alcoholism&lt;br /&gt;You know it’ll do no good for you, except for a better digestion I guess, but somehow you keep have it again and again&lt;br /&gt;And even when you start to breathe heavily after a few glasses, you just keep it going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s not easy getting rid of those apples&lt;br /&gt;In fact, whichever happened to me, weren’t easy at all&lt;br /&gt;You have a hard time getting rid of them. Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;You should really be grateful you’ll have only the good ones, but trust me, sometimes it’s just killing you and you might think of keeping those bad ones instead&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get rid of two bad apples in my life&lt;br /&gt;Feels a bit like I have to say goodbye to some good beers&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, in just a little time, those apples kind of beg for me to let them go&lt;br /&gt;They make noises saying “Get rid of me, I’m the bad one, look no further!”&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, those bad apples will always come clean. Really, that had always been the thing that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;They don’t try to deny anything, they never wanted to&lt;br /&gt;They just… being bad until the last time you ever deal with them&lt;br /&gt;Like they regret they didn’t poison you at the first place&lt;br /&gt;So the only option they have is making sure you get hurt real bad, with every option they have to hurt people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it so hard to say goodbye to them?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe because you’ve been living with them all this time&lt;br /&gt;Like keeping some beers in your refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;Would you get rid of them when you feel like they’re harmless, and in fact, they help your digestion?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;But when you’re facing the fact that you might get addicted anytime soon, your kidney’s suffering and your body begs you to stop having them, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Sane people will just quit&lt;br /&gt;It’s logical&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I also do&lt;br /&gt;So why am I feeling terribly lonely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-115063398076244287?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/115063398076244287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=115063398076244287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115063398076244287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/115063398076244287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-rid-of-bad-apples.html' title='Getting rid of the bad apples'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114888010274058031</id><published>2006-05-29T12:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:21:42.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party with The Dunars</title><content type='html'>I was never realize how much I miss the city's party&lt;br /&gt;Until Paranoia Hi-Fi&lt;br /&gt;It was full, but not too crowded, it was just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just miss my friends and they were all there&lt;br /&gt;And there were The Dunars!&lt;br /&gt;Partying with them is always special&lt;br /&gt;You feel safe, though sometimes you do some "unplanned" things&lt;br /&gt;They make sure you get home safely, and always check you like 12 hours after you get home&lt;br /&gt;So funny! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114888010274058031?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114888010274058031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114888010274058031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114888010274058031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114888010274058031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/05/party-with-dunars.html' title='Party with The Dunars'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114873842568841289</id><published>2006-05-27T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:00:28.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crooked Teeth</title><content type='html'>I liked this song, but before it was just a song.&lt;br /&gt;Then i stayed 3 nights at his place, and one tv channel kept playing the clip, 3 nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;So now this song has a new meaning for me : him.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics not really represent what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I just like the song better, coz it reminds me of him.&lt;br /&gt;And how much I miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crooked Teeth by Death Cab for Cutie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree,&lt;br /&gt;Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew I'd made horrible call,&lt;br /&gt;And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall,&lt;br /&gt;And there was no doubt about which side I was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I built you a home in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braved treacherous streets,&lt;br /&gt;And kids strung out on homemade speed.&lt;br /&gt;And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep,&lt;br /&gt;At all, woo, hoo, woo, hooOoOo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause at night the sun in retreat,&lt;br /&gt;Made the skyline look like crooked teeth,&lt;br /&gt;In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,&lt;br /&gt;But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a war, of head versus heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it's always this way.&lt;br /&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;There were churches, theme parks and malls,&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing there all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114873842568841289?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114873842568841289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114873842568841289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114873842568841289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114873842568841289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/05/crooked-teeth.html' title='Crooked Teeth'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114849669507384336</id><published>2006-05-25T01:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:33:00.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingenue goes to Europa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amazing Race doang mah lewat! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea.. I went to Europe! I think it was the best two weeks ever! Enough said, here are the highlights : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and oh! Gue akan membuatnya sedikit detail, bukan karena norak tapi biar bisa jadi panduan buat yang kepikiran untuk jalan-jalan ke Eropa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Munich : “hang out with kewl and the gank!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host : Simon and Felix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts :&lt;br /&gt;1. People don’t really speak English&lt;br /&gt;2. They eat cold sandwich (I don’t think this is the city where u wanna eat something good)&lt;br /&gt;3. In Europe, I think H &amp; M is kinda big (or shud I say “H und M”?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Also generally in Europe, stay at the right side (when u walk, at the elevator, etc)&lt;br /&gt;5. U can usually bring something to eat/drink in indoor public places. We were entering Saturns, I threw my drink in the garbage bin in front of the store when inside there was a guy having chocolate sundae! The same things also happened in some stores.&lt;br /&gt;6. People put brezel directly on the table. Di sini gue aja ngga bisa naro kerupuk di atas meja begitu aja, harus ada piringnya bo..&lt;br /&gt;7. Bike is like the 2nd vehicle after car&lt;br /&gt;8. When u order water to drink, remember to say “without gas” or just mention specifically the brand. Kalo engga, mereka akan ngasih lo air soda.&lt;br /&gt;9. Di Munich, lo ngga boleh bunyiin klakson sembarangan. Kalo lo bunyiin klakson, itu harus dalam keadaan yang emergency banget. Misalnya lo nyamperin temen lo di flatnya, trus lo bunyiin klakson dari bawah untuk nyuruh dia turun, itu ngga boleh, karena tidak dianggap sebagai keadaan yang emergency. Gue sampe tanya ke Simon, lah jadi gimana dong pembuktiannya kalo keadaannya bener-bener emergency atau engga? Dia bilang, ya polisinya akan interogasi elo, kalo perlu pake saksi-saksi. Hehehe.. sinting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Was it Italy or the gipsy country?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host : Gian, Gufredo (I don’t think the spelling is correct) and Indra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy gue jadiin satu karena ternyata gue ngga terlalu suka negara ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version of good things about Italy :&lt;br /&gt;1. Great Museum of Film in Torino&lt;br /&gt;2. Duomo di Milano. Gue bersyukur banget ini adalah bangunan bersejarah pertama yang gue liat di sana, secara emang bagus banget. Rome was nice, tapi ada terlalu banyak museum/churches/historical places yang bisa lo datangi, they were like all over the city, then we got sick and tired with such things. At the end, we promised ourselves that Rome was the last city with historical places during the trip. Eneg!&lt;br /&gt;3. Mereka punya acara TV yang konsepnya lucu, “Camera Café”. Walo ada juga acara TV yang kurang kerjaan. Inget Fun House kan? Yang lari-lari estafet bawa troli atau semacamnya itu lah, nah mereka juga punya acara kaya gitu, tayangnya sekitar jam 9 malam, bedanya, semua pesertanya telanjang bulet let let.. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons of why I kinda hate it :&lt;br /&gt;1. For a fashionable city (Milan), or shud I say country?, the train station design weren’t fashionable at all. It was like a bigger Gambir, sumpah! Walopun alasannya adalah stasiun-stasiun kereta di Italy adalah termasuk yang tertua, tapi ngga mesti busuk gitu dong? Gue setuju kata orang-orang local Europe, Italy kalo dibandingin sama negara-negara yang German-based-language itu seperti Jakarta vs Singapore. Italy = Jakarta dong, pastinya. Messy!&lt;br /&gt;2. Banyak copet! Asli sumpah ngeselin abis. Soalnya kota-kota kaya Rome sama Milan itu banyak banget pendatangnya, terutama orang-orang yang bisa dibilang miskin (gipsy, Rumanians, blacks). Kerjaannya di sana ya gitu deh, kalo ngga nyopet, nipu orang. Gue hampir kecopetan di Milan, dan Clelia keilangan dompet dan HPnya, dalam waktu kurang dari 1 jam ajah. Pertama dompetnya ilang, trus lapor polisi, jalan bentar, duduk di park, tiba-tiba HPnya ngga ada aja gitu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Di Rome jalanannya semua berbatu. Batu-batu besar gitu sih, trus kotanya kan emang datarannya naik turun, nah asli deh, jalanan berbatu itu bikin kaki lo pegel gila!&lt;br /&gt;4. Suatu malam, gue, Pepi dan Indra ke club “dadakan” di kampusnya Indra. Pas masuk, kita dikasih semacam drink voucher warna ungu. Karena di dalam ternyata ngga begitu menarik, kita bermaksud keluar lagi. Tapi di pintu keluar kita dicegat, dan dimintain voucher warna putih. Ternyata voucher warna putih akan kita dapetin kalo beli minum pake voucher ungu, jadi semacam tanda sudah beli minum gitu. Okay, ngga masalah, kita masuk lagi ke dalam. Karena sebenernya udah males, kita liat menu minuman dan langsung pesen bir yang harganya paling murah, cuma 2.5 euro. Pas mau bayar di kasir, ternyata engga loh.. menunya malam itu ngga berlaku, semua minuman harganya 15 euro, termasuk bir. Males banget ngga sieehh? Kita ngga bisa keluar kalo ngga nunjukin kertas putih, kertas putih ngga akan didapet kalo kita ngga beli minum, minum ngga akan didapet kalo kita ngga bayar at least 15 euro! Mau marah ngga sih lo? Ati-ati aja lah sama trik-trik club yang kaya gini.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pernah denger orang Italy ngobrol ngga? Okay berisik.. kalo 1-2 orang mungkin ngga papa, nah ini satu negara ngomong degan mimic, gesture dan volume kaya di telenovela gitu. Pusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Vienna : “Even better than Before Sunrise”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host : MK and Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah kota yang paling rileks selama kita liburan. &lt;em&gt;And, no minuses :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluses :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“So, you like the channel?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka punya channel musik yang keren banget namanya &lt;strong&gt;gotv&lt;/strong&gt;. Kompisisinya bisa yang 2 lagu indie, 1 lagu bahasa Jerman, 1 lagu pop. Bagus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal acara TV yang aneh, di sini lah pertama kali gue ngeliat porn tv, I mean, there was a woman striptease ngeliat ke camera. It was a woman, a regular housewife, yang badannya masih “asli” banget. Agak eneg ya.. Adanya di ^TV+ atau ATV+ gitu, mulai sekitar jam 1 pagi sampe subuh. Freak abis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kasian banget deh negara-negara yang ngga berbatasan sama laut kaya Austria ini, mereka jadi ngga punya pantai, dan akhirnya bikin pantai sendiri huhuhu.. All you need are the sand, the sun and the beach bar. Trus udah aja gitu letaknya ngadep ke sungai, dengan latar belakang gedung-gedung tinggi huhuhu..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....I wonder in which district are we now? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mungkin hal ini ada di sebagian negara di Eropa, tapi pertama kali gue ngeliatnya di Vienna. Kalo ada traffic light buat sepeda di sana, itu kan udah biasa ya.. Letaknya biasanya setengah dari tinggi tiang traffic lightnya. Di Vienna, selain ada traffic light buat sepeda, ada juga 3 traffic light kecil yang ada di atas/bawahnya light buat sepeda.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bentuknya tuh.. 3 traffic light biasa yang merah, kuning, ijo di atas, trus di bagian tengahnya ada 4 lights yang lebih kecil : 1 gambar sepeda (di kota lain light buat sepeda bisa jadi ada 2 - 1 buat warna merah, 1 buat warna hijau), dan 3 lagi traffic light biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Gue agak ngga ngerti sih kenapa jadi double gitu ya traffic lightnya? Menurut Mario, traffic lights yang kecil itu buat orang yang udah terlanjur ada di deretan depan, dan udah susah ngeliat traffic light yang ada di atas, atau bisa juga buat orang yang ada di deretan depan, yang terlanjur males nengok ke atas. Jadi mereka tinggal nenggok ke arah tiang aja, sebatas tinggi mata pengemudi, and voila.. keliatan deh lampu merahnya! Hahaha.. Such a waste!&lt;br /&gt;Mario bilang, emang begitu kalo negara terbilang (terlalu) maju, suka ngga ada kerjaan! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kita diajak ke amusement park! How cute is that?? I mean, we never expected to go to such place during the trip! A cute and pretty different choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Do you believe in “other half” in term of love and romance? Well, I do believe in one thing.. Finding other half doesn’t always need a long term relationship. It can simply comes from a crazy idea, and two hearts that are desperately in love”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The brilliant Berlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host : Aldi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kota ini bener-bener seperti apa yang ada di bayangan gue : great haircuts, grafity, ekspresif banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga kata yang tepat untuk menggambarkan Berlin adakah “Serah deh, Nek!” hehehe.. Seperti kata Aldi, di Berlin mah makin “nabrak” gaya lo, makin keren kekeke.. Beda sama di Italy, kalo menurut Indra, intinya di Italy lo ngga usah kuatir over-dressed karena makin over-dressed makin keren! Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas baru datang, gue liat ada sign tulisannya “The land of ideas” di sekitar Hardenberg Tor. Tadinya gue pikir itu slogan bualan semata.. eh ternyata beneran loh, kota ini kreatif abis ngga ada matinya. Contohnya souvenir. Kalo kota-kota lain di Eropa mungkin mentok di lighter, piring-piringan, gantungan kunci, t-shirt sama postcard. Di Berlin, semua benda bisa jadi souvenir. You name it. Salah satu yang paling spektakuler yang gue temui adalah sejenis &lt;em&gt;penne&lt;/em&gt; mentah gitu tapi berbentuk beruang warna-warni (beruang itu lambangnya Berlin). See? Makanan aja bisa jadi souvenir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing about the city.. jangan pernah males mampir ke hof-hof. Kita sendiri mengartikannya dengan semacam sebuah jalan kecil gitu, yang menuju bangunan yang lain. Yang biasanya akan lo temui adalah hof-hof itu menuju sebuah taman bullet, nah yang ada di sekitar taman itu yang menyenangkan. Misalnya ada small shops, barang dagangannya ngga akan pernah bisa lo tebak. Contoh : Kalo lo lagi jalan-jalan di Hackescher Markt, masuk deh ke hof ke-2 setelah Hackescher Hofe. Di dalamnya ada toko Ampelmann. Oh ya, satu hof juga bisa lead ke hof yang lain, jadi lo ikutin aja terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu tempat yang Berlin banget adalah Tacheles di Oranienburger Strasse. Bangunan 5 lantai yang sekilas kaya bangunan kosong dan busuk, dan penuh dengan coretan-coretan di temboknya. Dari dalamnya terkadang keluar 1 atau 2 orang, lalu-lalang. Kita masuk ke sana. Pas sampai lantai 2, di ruangan kosong penuh grafity itu ada TV yang muterin video absurd tentang muka orang, semacam video-video art-nya Ruang Rupa deh.&lt;br /&gt;Lanjut ke lantai 3, lo akan nemu bar kecil yang lampunya semua warna merah!&lt;br /&gt;Lantai 4 paling aneh sih kalo gue bilang, ini semacam galeri buat pada artist, ada satu ruangan yang lukisannya masih bisa dimengerti, ada satu ruangan yang isinya lukisan toket semua, ada 1 ruangan yang agak-agak serambi karena isinya boneka atau manekin dengan kepala yang lebih gede daripada badannya!&lt;br /&gt;Nah lantai 5, lo kembali akan nemuin bar yang setengah open air. Dari situ lo bisa nonton film di lapangan bawah yang diproyeksiin ke tembok. Top abues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo udah ke situ, jangan lupa dong ah untuk mampir ke Zapata. Itu semacam club underground dengan live music. Gue sempet liat di jadwal panggungnya. Bulan Mei temanya “rock” gitu, trus bisa cross over ke mana aja, tiap hari beda-beda. Masuknya cuma 2 euro, bir cuma 3. Asik lah pokoknya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam terakhir paling seru menurut gue. Karena somehow gue mendambakan kegilaan "pulang clubbing langsung ke airport/train station" hehehe.. i believed it's gonna be a moment to remember! (which it was..).&lt;br /&gt;Malam terakhir itu kita ke sebuah bar yang biasanya ngadain acara2 berbau2 British music (gue lupa namanya. Di?). Dari situ gue janjian ketemu sama Minkus. Waktu jelasin arah ke bar di mana Minkus berada, dia sendiri yang kesulitan gitu neranginnya. Dia bersikeras jemput kita di train station terdekat. So we met him. I did think he was a cool guy. Dia ngajak kita keluar dari train station dan jalan ke arah kolong jembatan (di atasnya ada jalanan mobil, apa tuh namanya? - damn! kok gue jadi banyak lupa istilah gini yah?).&lt;br /&gt;And there was the club. Di bawah kolong jembatan, literally.&lt;br /&gt;It was an underground one, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Gila, buat gue ini gong banget buat malam terakhir gue di Berlin! Huaahh.. gue susah ngejelasin betapa senengnya gue dibawa ke situ. Dan orang-orangnya.. freak semuah! In a very nice way. Tempatnya kecil, dan kalo lo siang-siang dateng ke situ, udah pasti keliatan tempatnya ngga terlalu bersih, tapi ngga bau. Di dindingnya ada beberapa lukisan 'aneh' ala seniman Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;Trus di pojok ruangan ada tangga menuju ke atas, tangganya sempit, di sebelah kanan tangga adalah tembok dengan wallpaper bludru I think, di kirinya pegangan tangan. Ternyata di atas ada kamar mandi. Ngga bersih, tapi lagi-lagi ngga bau dan punya banyak persediaan tisu. Trus di sebelahnya ada ruangan lain yang muterin musik yang agak-agak oldies. The place's called Golden Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I put Berlin as the last city in the trip! I knew it for sure that it was simply gonna be the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114849669507384336?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114849669507384336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114849669507384336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114849669507384336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114849669507384336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/05/ingenue-goes-to-europa.html' title='Ingenue goes to Europa'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114537934464301193</id><published>2006-04-18T23:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:55:47.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu lagi untuk memuaskan hasrat narsismu!</title><content type='html'>Baru 3 hari lalu gue ikutan pesan-pesan berantai yang gue tau kurang penting, tapi gue lakukan juga. Yang belakangan gue sadari kalo yang mendorong gue melakukannya adalah bagian narsis dari diri gue. Iya lah, konsepnya kaya testimonial Friendster gitu, apa lagi alasan lo ngasih komen kalo juga ingin diberi komen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gue dapat SMS dari Kang Iyu berbunyi seperti ini :&lt;br /&gt;"Describe me in ONE WORD, just ONE! Send it to me and send this msg to 10 friends and see how many wonderful/strange things people think about u! Reply pls, it's fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue membalas dengan "Gaul, what else?" huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue kirim SMS pesan berantai itu, dan hasilnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 orang bilang Unique&lt;br /&gt;1 orang bilang Enchanting&lt;br /&gt;1 orang bilang Shy&lt;br /&gt;1 orang bilang Seducer&lt;br /&gt;1 orang bilang Ngangenin&lt;br /&gt;1 orang bilang = Masabodoh (ini 2 kata deh, Fin! hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 orang ngga bales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114537934464301193?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114537934464301193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114537934464301193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114537934464301193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114537934464301193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/04/satu-lagi-untuk-memuaskan-hasrat.html' title='Satu lagi untuk memuaskan hasrat narsismu!'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114537749438302713</id><published>2006-04-18T22:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:53:03.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>for once in my life..</title><content type='html'>GILAAAAAA...!! Susah banget sih mau jadi orang baik. Baik dalam artian setia gitu.&lt;br /&gt;(Gue pingin nulis "Susah banget sih jadi orang setia!", tapi kalo gitu kesannya kan gue ngga pernah setia ya? Kalo soal baik, ya orang juga udah tau lah kalo gue baik anaknya, ya ngga sih? hehe..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru ditinggal si G seminggu, godaannya banyak bangeeett..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sama si M, hubungannya lagi lutu banget.. Dan kita jadi asik romantis-romantisan gitu kalo ngobrol. Kalo sama-sama saling nelfon, yang ketawan gitu kalo orang yang ditelfon itu seneng, karena ketawa melulu... uuuhhhh lutu bangeeett...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ya oloooohhh... baru aja gue nulis tentang di R di sini. Diana sepagian tadi SMS aja, betuuulll.. Dengan pamer bahasa Indo yang sepatah-sepatah itu lah. Booo.. gimana sih perasaan lo kalo cowo yang sempet lo suka, tapi kelakuannya kaya TAI KUCING gitu, tiba-tiba SMS lo nanya kabar ini-itu, ngabarin tentang dia, dan basa-basi lainnya. Gilaaa!! Tau kan lo? Jenis-jenis SMS yang lo pingiiin banget cuekin, dan MEMANG lo cuekin alias jawab sekenanya aja, tapi kalo udah malem gini lo mikir "hmm.. hari ini aneh sekali, diantara setumpuk kerjaan lo di kantor, tiba-tiba ada SMS dari dia, what was he thinking??". Tau kan lo pikiran-pikiran sok cuek tapi.. aaarrrhhhh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Malamnya penutupan aja.. Si B nelfon ngga penting seperti dulu huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya adalah, itu orang-orang yang pernah deket sama gue. Yang ngga berlanjut, baik karena alasan yang jelas, atau yang kurang jelas. Mungkin bagi lo itu bukan godaan, tapi buat yang sekarakter sama gue, itu adalah undangan! Dan gue tau gue bisa memfollow up-nya kalo gue mau!! huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi buat kali ini, for once in my life, gue pingin ngga flirting-flirting-an terus. Bukannya apa-apa. Jujur, gue belum jatuh cinta sama G, tapi so far dia baik. At least di mata gue dan orang-orang yang deket sama gue. Dan gue sedikit mau menantang diri gue aja, masa ngga bisa sih nyuekin "undangan-undangan" ituh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di satu sisi, gue ngga mau hari-hari besok penuh SMS dari orang-orang seperti ini. Tapi di sisi lain, gue berharap mereka meneruskan hal yang mereka lakukan hari ini! huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sebel banget gue harus nulis nama orang-orang itu dengan inisial, udah kaya tulisan kriminal aja. Tapi pacar mereka ada yang suka baca blog iniiihh.. asli bukannya sok terkenal, tapi gue jadi diingetin untuk ngga sembarangan nulis nama mereka di sini. Karena gue sama dia masih mau temenan. Huhuhu.. gimana sih, kok terjajah di blog sendiri???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Buat yang ngga terlalu kenal sama gue, dan baru nemu blog ini secara random, pasti berpikir.. Anjir nih cewe apaan sih? Nah kalo emang lo berpikir seperti itu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya udah, ngga papa hehe.. Karena memang itulah reaksi orang yang seharusnya setelah baca tulisan-tulisan di sini : "APAAN SIH NIH CEWE??" hehehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114537749438302713?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114537749438302713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114537749438302713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114537749438302713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114537749438302713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-once-in-my-life.html' title='for once in my life..'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114458371664534457</id><published>2006-04-09T18:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:58:56.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you move in with me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you move in with me, it'll be fun".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sorry?" I replied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He repeated, "If you move in with me, it'll be fun".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I smiled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sebenernya antara 'bingung mau bilang apa' sama 'sok' aja sih gue, padahal dalam hati, huehuehehe.. seneng buanget giittuuuhhh.. kekekeke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114458371664534457?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114458371664534457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114458371664534457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114458371664534457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114458371664534457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-move-in-with-me.html' title='If you move in with me..'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114458340513795616</id><published>2006-04-09T18:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:55:02.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsesi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My email to Pepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with some deleted lines :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indah sekali.. di umur 25 ini gue baru ngerasain yang namanya obsesi.&lt;br /&gt;Selama ini gue suka ngga ngerti kenapa orang bisa terobsesi oleh sesuatu atau seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;Menurut gue itu goblok banget dan ngga ada kerjaan (to Icha Rahmanti : no offense hehe..).&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo ngeliat dari gejala “ngga sehat” gue sekarang, mungkin juga gue terobsesi sama diana intan.&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang ngga bahkan tau The Killers itu siapa!&lt;br /&gt;Can u imagine that? He’s fucking 23 years old!!&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ngga seharusnya dong gue suka sama dia..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi nyatanya setiap hal yang berhubungan sama dia, membuat gue bertindak “gegabah” : dulu sempet nelfonin dia, nelfon sahabatnya, sempet punya niat mau bikinin CD, bikin tato, mau ngilangin tato begitu aja pas gue denger berita soal dia dan pere baru, trus tiba2 nerima usul G bahwa yang seharusnya diubah adalah persepsi gue thp tato ini dan bukan tatonya, dan hari ini.. gue kepikiran dia mlulu, kepikiran kenapa dia ngga hubungi gue pas sampe sini, dan diakhiri dengan nyari lirik Obsession-nya Suede!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakin mau pergi traveling sama gue yang mentally up and down gini when it comes to love (or whatever u call it!)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pepi's reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(also, an edited version, of course :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah gue bilang seh wajar banget lah kalo terobsesi ama orang.. mungkin sama halnya gue terobsesi banget ama *beep*...( ampe sekarang )&lt;br /&gt;Nikmatin aja kali yah..! Tapi jangan ampe obsesi elo ngancurin hari-hari elo atau masa depan elo kali..&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin you should start writing book...karena Cintapuccinonya Icha Rahmanti juga terinsipirasi oleh keobsesian dia dengan seorang cowok...! uaheuaheu. Ya enggak seh..!!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi perenya gak worth it banget boowww...!! Masih cantikan elo kemana2 aja kalee..&lt;br /&gt;He lost all his number in bali..Itu kata dia pas ketemu gue..! Yah.. gue gak tau apa kah dia masih inget kalo gue adalah sahabat elo yah..!! uaheuaheuhauha&lt;br /&gt;Let's see laaah...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: si G pintar juga tuch..dengan mengubah persepsi..agak susah seh..tapi worth of trying.. everything is only in your head kan ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: YES..I AM STILL SURE GO TRAVELLING WITH YOU...NO MATTER HOW PSYCHO YOU ARE...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114458340513795616?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114458340513795616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114458340513795616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114458340513795616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114458340513795616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/04/obsesi.html' title='Obsesi?'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114458248637393801</id><published>2006-04-09T18:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:34:46.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Reese Witherspoon to Schengen Visa</title><content type='html'>Gue ngga punya pembelaan apapun kali ini. Gue ngga punya pembelaan apapun atas kenapa blog ini sangat-sangat tidak terupdate. Sejujurnya ada beberapa kesempatan yang bikin gue pingin nulis dan merasa harus nulis, tapi mm... hmmm.. mmm..&lt;br /&gt;See? Gue mulai berusaha membela diri :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's some updates :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Tahun revolusioner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini adalah tahun revolusioner buat gue dalam hal film. Ada 2 aktor yang sangat gue ngga suka (cenderung benci sih sebenernya), yang sekarang aktingnya justru sangat bisa gue nikmati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia berada di urutan teratas aktor yang paling gue benci. Tanya temen-temen gue, kebencian gue ke dia ngga termaafkan. Menurut gue, tanpa ke-slapstick-annya, dia bukan siapa-siapa. Bahkan waktu dia main ke Eternal Sunshine, film yang direkomendasi setiap temen gue kecuali Iris (lo emang top, bu! hehe..), i thought "I should give this guy a chance". So, i watched the movie. Dan hasilnya.. sama aja! Hate him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. entah kenapa, waktu gue nonton trailernya Fun with Dick and Jane, gue berpikir untuk ngasih dia satu kesempatan lagi (sok banget ya! hehe..). So, i watched it, and.. now I like Jim Carrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga slapsticks bukan berarti harus sok drama kaya di Eternal, menurut gue. Main film komedi biasa aja, Jim.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue termasuk orang yang susah terima waktu dia menang Oscar tahun ini. I thought it was too soon. Tapi waktu itu gue ngga berani komentar banyak soal dia di Walk the Line (WTL) karena gue belum nonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan gue ngga suka sama dia selama ini juga ngga relevan sih sebenernya. Dia ngga cantik. Itu aja. Kalo lo berpikir "Hello... Aktor kan ngga mesti cantik??". Emang. Tapi kalo lo main di Legally Blonde 1 dan 2, menurut gue lo harus :&lt;br /&gt;1. pirang&lt;br /&gt;2. cantik&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak aktor pirang yang lebih cocok meranin karakter itu menurut gue. Tapi kenapa ambil perempuan yang mukenya 'aneh' kaya gitu sih?? Iya, sekali lagi, gue tau kalo gue ngga seharusnya nyalahin dia. Tapi lebih gampang nyalahin dan sebel sama dia, gimana dong? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, ada sesuatu yang menarik gue waktu liat trailernya WTL. So I watched the movie, and..&lt;br /&gt;I really respect her now. Her act was very beautiful. Sepanjang film itu, ngga ada yang gue lakukan selain terus-terusan muji aktingnya dia dan mengagumi cantiknya dia. June Carter itu pas banget diperanin sama dia. She must had work really gard for the role. Jadilah WTL sebagai salah satu film yang harus gue tonton berulang-ulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulan : bravo buat penemu ide 'trailer' ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Iris got proposed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue seneng banget buat lo, Ris. I mean.. I know you've been hurt so many times. Karena itu ada our "Ally McBeal's line":)   And now, you're getting married. You've met your man. You really deserve it, sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Ma self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Belum punya co-worker&lt;br /&gt;- Lagi nunggu Visa&lt;br /&gt;- Lagi cari tau apa artinya obsesi (see "Obsesi?")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114458248637393801?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114458248637393801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114458248637393801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114458248637393801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114458248637393801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/04/from-reese-witherspoon-to-schengen.html' title='From Reese Witherspoon to Schengen Visa'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114199261997680165</id><published>2006-03-10T18:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:10:20.013+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' life!</title><content type='html'>My life has been so colorful lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My co-worker is resigning&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm on a dating status&lt;br /&gt;3. One day, at 8 am in the morning, my friend's girl friend called me all the way from Vienna, asked me to leave my friend alone&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone's about to give me his appartment key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the kind of exciting life I want! With pluses and minuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this won't happen if I still stuck with the ex boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i never regret the decision i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114199261997680165?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114199261997680165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114199261997680165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114199261997680165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114199261997680165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/03/lovin-life.html' title='Lovin&apos; life!'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114174450784465603</id><published>2006-03-07T22:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:24:37.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait and see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Ketemu mantan = tragedi gigi bungsu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sat, 040306&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris, 13.37 : Bu, ngapain hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;Gue, 14.15 : Java Jazz, besok juga. Lo?&lt;br /&gt;Iris, 14.20 : Ga tau ngapain. Abis cabut gigi bungsu kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;Gue, 14.21 : Paan tuh?&lt;br /&gt;Iris, 15.04 : Itu loh.. gigi yang telat tumbuhnya. Yang bikin nyut2an kepala kalo tumbuh. Dijait gusinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later on that day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajeng : Bo, kemarin gue ketemu Amon.&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Di mana? Sama pacarnya?&lt;br /&gt;Ajeng : Iya, di Splash. Bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later on thay day.. Dialing Iris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Di mana? Ko bisa ngomong?&lt;br /&gt;Iris : PS. Bisa dong, tapi ngga bisa makan.&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Ga penting sih.. I just feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Ajeng cerita dia tadi malm ketemu Amon. I know I get over him, tapi tetep berasa aneh aja.&lt;br /&gt;Iris : …..&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Akhirnya setelah 10 bulan, hampir setahun gue putus, salah satu keluarga gue ada yang ketemu dia juga hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Hehehe.. iya..&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Setelah temen-temen gue.. trus elo.. sekarang keluarga gue. Jangan-jangan bentar lagi gue ya, Ris?&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Hehehe.. iya kayanya. Siap-siap aja.. (ketawa).&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Lo tau kan gue menunda rencana sekolah tahun depan? Gue mau ada di Jakarta dulu at least 2 tahun lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Iya, trus?&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Berarti selama itu juga hidup gue ngga aman ya bo.. Deg-degan ngga tau kapan akan ketemu dia. Mungkin juga sama pacarnya.&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Aahh.. bulan depan juga lo ketemu sama dia! (ketawa)&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Makanya.. seenggaknya akan ada 2 tahun di mana hidup gue ngga aman, at least sampai gue berangkat. Kalo gue jadi pergi dan balik 2-3 tahun lagi dan ketemu dia.. paling kan dia udah kawin. Jadi udah bener-bener lewat masanya *diam bentar* Eh by the way.. tragedi gigi bungsu itu terjadi ke semua orang ya?&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Iya, tapi ngga semua harus operasi. Ini gue karena ngga normal aja tumbuhnya. Itungannya operasi kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Abis kayanya semua temen gue udah ngalamin tragedi itu. Elo juga sekarang udah. Ko gue belum ya?..... Apa ini juga salah satu hal yang harus gue waspadai? Jadi gue harus nunggu datangnya tragedy gigi bungsu, yang gue ngga akan pernah tau kapan? *diam bentar* Ehm.. ko mirip ya sama kasus ketemu mantan tadi? Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Haheauheuahe.. Iya, intinya sama : Just wait and see, ma friend! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Coz we’ll never know..&lt;br /&gt;Iris : We’ll never know..&lt;br /&gt;Gue (dalam hati) : damn!&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Ya wis lah.. Ga penting kan? Trus, sekarang lagi ngapain lo?&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Nyari kado buat dokter gigi gue. Gue kan operasi gratis hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Gue (dalam hati) : Whatthefcuk??? :P&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Salam buat Endri ya!&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Iya, daaaahhhh…&lt;br /&gt;Gue : Daahhhhh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114174450784465603?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114174450784465603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114174450784465603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114174450784465603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114174450784465603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/03/wait-and-see.html' title='Wait and see'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-114028748372099930</id><published>2006-02-19T01:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:31:26.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narcist Kisser</title><content type='html'>My ex boyfriend no. 3 sent me an SMS last week :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lain kali kalo mau kissing jangan di tengah2 jalan ya, trus kalo mau minggir juga liat2 bo, ada orang yang ngeliatin kalian dari dalam kaca loh..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about the ex boyfriend no. 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ketawa aja bacanya. Dan sangat bersyukur sebenernya. Akhirnya ada juga orang yang berani ngomong soal itu secara langsung ke gue. Selama ini, orang-orang kan cuma berani ngomongin dari belakang aja. Dan gue yakin si ex boyfriend no. 3 itu juga begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seneng aja akhirnya gue bisa bilang ke dia kalo gue paling ngga peduli sama yang begitu-begitu. Like I care??? People had been talking about me : people I kissed, things I did, since I was 13. Trus apa ngaruhnya di gue? Ngga ada bo.&lt;br /&gt;I keep kissing people, making out with them, every year. I even have a list of those people. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kiss people if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t kiss people if I don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;I fcuk people if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t fcuk people if I don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simple as that. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu, gue ngobrol sama temen gue, cowo.&lt;br /&gt;Kita lagi ngomongin hal-hal yang bisa bikin dia putus dari seorang pacar.&lt;br /&gt;Temen gue : “Gue sih ngga posesif orangnya. Terserah cewe gue mau ngapain aja.. asal jangan sampe ketauan sama gue dia ciuman atau ml sama orang lain.”&lt;br /&gt;Gue : “Tapi lo tau kan kalo temen lo ini suka sama ‘the idea of kissing’?”&lt;br /&gt;Temen gue : “Oh.. brarti lo kanan-kiri oke dong?” Dia ketawa. Lawakan lama.&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngga suka sama istilah yang terakhir, tapi gue bilang juga :&lt;br /&gt;“Kalo iya trus kenapa? Gue single juga gitu!”&lt;br /&gt;Temen gue : ….&lt;br /&gt;Temen gue : “Iya juga sih..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this kind of conversation make me realize how unfair it is to be judged, just because you’re a girl and you decided to do everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kalo cowo fcuk around dibilang playboy, sedangkan cewe fcuk around dibilang gampangan lah, bisa dipake lah..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon, admit it.. bener kan kalo playboy punya sense yang less negative dan lebih ‘keren’ dibanding sebutan-sebutan untuk perempuan tadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kalo si A (cewe) fcuk around sama si B, C, D dan E (cowo), orang-orang ngeliatnya sebagai “Si A bisa dipake sama si B, C, D dan E” dan bukannya “Si B, C, D , E bisa dipake sama si A”? Menurut gue sih lebih make sense yang kedua ya, secara kendali ada di tangan si A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you guys who ever slept with me, I don’t know if you should feel flattered.. or used?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Waktu gue terima SMS pemicu tulisan ini, gue pingin banget bales “Oh ya? Apa lo akan mengeluarkan kalimat ‘nasihat’ kaya gitu kalo beberapa minggu lalu gue nyium lo di public place dan bukannya di mobil? I don’t think so.. Lagian cuma orang kurang kerjaan yang ngeliatin orang ciuman dari balik kaca. C’mon man, get a life!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This probably is the most harsh writing I ever done. I just get sick and tired of those coward people. They should really know, that all this time.. I simply don’t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-114028748372099930?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/114028748372099930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=114028748372099930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114028748372099930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/114028748372099930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/02/narcist-kisser.html' title='The Narcist Kisser'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113820831734204775</id><published>2006-01-25T23:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:52:13.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Oneng part 2</title><content type='html'>Nyokap gue sepertinya punya cara baru untuk ngebangunin anak-anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang mulai jam 6 pagi teng! dia udah mulai nyap-nyap marahin si Oneng dengan morning grumpy yang jadi ciri khasnya. Semua untuk alasan yang sama : Oneng dianggap lamban dan kurang becus (anjir.. becus..) dalam mengerjakan pekerjaan rumah. Selain itu, nyokap mulai ngga sabar sama salah satu kelemahan Oneng : telmi. Either o'on atau telmi sih, sebenernya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap suka gerah sama Oneng yang kalo di rumah terus-terusan pake celana jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari pertama.&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : "Kamu tuh ngapain sih di rumah pake celana jeans melulu?"&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : (cengengesan) "Iya bu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari kemudian, Oneng masih aja pake celana jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : "Heh, kamu tuh udah dibilangin, masih aja pake celana jeans di rumah!"&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Iya bu.." trus mendekat ke nyokap "Bu, celana jeans itu apa sih?" (buset, setelah berhari-hari)&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : "Ya celana yang kamu pake itu, apa namanya kalo bukan jeans?"&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : (nada ngga bersalah) "Celana.."&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : "Iya, celana apa?"&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Celana panjang..." (polos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk alasan yang gue kurang tau apa, suatu hari nyokap marahin Oneng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : "Kamu tuh ya! udah udik, ST lagi!"&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap kalo udah saking keselnya emang suka asal gitu multatul* hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : (muke polos) "Udik itu apa sih bu?"&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : "Udik ya kamu itu!"&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Kalo ST apa bu?"&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : (speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga lama dia nyamperin Ajeng di atas, gue juga lagi di atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : (nanya ke Ajeng) "Mba, ST itu apa sih?"&lt;br /&gt;Ajeng : "ST itu tuhhh.. yang minuman suka kamu buat ituuh.." (ngasal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneng tau lagi dikerjain, dia nyamperin gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Mba, ST itu apa sih?"&lt;br /&gt;Gue : (kasian) "Sok tau.."&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Ohh.. kalo udik itu apa Mba?"&lt;br /&gt;Gue : "Udik tuh nasi.. nasi udik! hehehe.." Gue ngelawak sendiri. Ajeng ketawa di sebelah.&lt;br /&gt;Gue lagi : (ngga tega) "Maksudnya nasi uduk neng.."&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : (diem) "Mba, nasi uduk itu apa sih Mba?"&lt;br /&gt;Gue : ...&lt;br /&gt;Ajeng (dari sebelah) : "Mampuuss!". Ngakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Temennya Ajeng nelfon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfx bunyi telfon rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Halo.. Ya.. Oh tunggu sebentar ya.. Mba Ajeeeng, telfoonn.."&lt;br /&gt;Ajeng : "Dari siapaaa?"&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Charleeesss!"&lt;br /&gt;Ajeng : "Siapa?" (jalan ke arah telfon)&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : "Charles Mba..!"&lt;br /&gt;Ajeng : "Halo?"&lt;br /&gt;Yang di ujung sana, jejeritan : "Aarrrgghhh pembokat lo baru ya? Ngocol abis jadi orang! Udah gue bilang, ini dari Sharooonn...! Sharooonnn...!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*multatul = mulut/mulutnya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113820831734204775?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113820831734204775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113820831734204775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113820831734204775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113820831734204775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/01/si-oneng-part-2.html' title='Si Oneng part 2'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113726193623384216</id><published>2006-01-15T01:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:05:36.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just have to have his face in my blog! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/SethCohen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113726193623384216?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113726193623384216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113726193623384216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113726193623384216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113726193623384216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-have-to-have-his-face-in-my.html' title='i just have to have his face in my blog! ;)'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113725728613255968</id><published>2006-01-14T23:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:48:06.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaia Bruhl, carpaccio and a long distance call</title><content type='html'>She was beautiful. Red hair. Nice ass. Cute shoes.&lt;br /&gt;She had two nice sofas and a coffee table in front of her TV.&lt;br /&gt;She kissed Edna. Edna missed her often. They made love.&lt;br /&gt;She's Kaia Bruhl. My Sims.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she didn't last long. My brother click the 'reset' button while i was saving.&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful Kaia only lived for 15 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Wish she took me away with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having one of the most relaxing weeekend.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 12.&lt;br /&gt;Hang out wit Kaia until 5.&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' wit ma sis and my mom in her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Having my Popeye pajama all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i start to date my parents, again.&lt;br /&gt;We had a very nice italian dinner at Cervino.&lt;br /&gt;How much i miss the carpaccio!&lt;br /&gt;Dating them can be so quiet, wit one or two good jokes from my father.&lt;br /&gt;Cud u have a better date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to call Pepi.&lt;br /&gt;She's having a complicated "romance" story (I don't call it "love", dear..).&lt;br /&gt;We all do. I do.&lt;br /&gt;But she was wit him, so we cudn't talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im listening to John Steven's "This Love" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll fix these broken things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repair your broken wings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make sure everything's alright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touching your tender lips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving my fingertips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over every inch of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know that's what you want me to do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you want me to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113725728613255968?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113725728613255968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113725728613255968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113725728613255968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113725728613255968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/01/kaia-bruhl-carpaccio-and-long-distance.html' title='Kaia Bruhl, carpaccio and a long distance call'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113698686043259934</id><published>2006-01-11T20:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:43:45.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2006 song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- sambungan dari tulisan berjudul "The Last Song" -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah iPod gue mengalami kehabisan baterai yang akut dan beberapa kali hang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elevator Song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(acoustic version)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Dubstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you need somebody around you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well then I'll be the one who's there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you need somebody to listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well then I'll be the one who's there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you seem to think you'll manage alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be around and I'll be waiting for your call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you need somebody to love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well then I'll be the one who's there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes I'll be the one who's there... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedih amat lagu gue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113698686043259934?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113698686043259934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113698686043259934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113698686043259934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113698686043259934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-2006-song.html' title='My 2006 song'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113674366377538973</id><published>2006-01-09T00:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:48:03.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking news! bebe punya pacar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- yang ini buat bebekuw a.k.a si bencong : Indla -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu.. tuh kan, si bebe udah punya pacar! :(&lt;br /&gt;Pantesan udah sebulanan ngilang&lt;br /&gt;Ajakan makan sunda pun tak ada, terakhir pas abis lebaran&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata benar kecurigaanku, bebe punya pacar!&lt;br /&gt;Mana katanya takut komitmen? ha? ha? huehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Ngga ding beb, aku ikut seneng kok, bener.. sedikit aja tapinya, ngga papa kan? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Abis brarti aku ngga ada temen manja2an lagi&lt;br /&gt;Tepatnya, temen manja2an yang ngga akan neror aku besoknya dengan nada2 penuh harap hehehe.. sok banget gue&lt;br /&gt;Yah kita ngga bisa jalan2 seenak udel lagi deh beb, maksudnya yang suka dadakan2 gitu&lt;br /&gt;Nonton kek, makan, nemenin kawinan atau ke ambasador yang rame buanget itu&lt;br /&gt;Bisa sih, tapi kamu kan harus bilang pacar kamu dulu ya beb&lt;br /&gt;Uuhh mana si bebe pacarnya cantik banget lagi!&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu.. akhirnya si bebe bisa kepatil juga sama cewe&lt;br /&gt;Beb, tadi aku berisiknya udah kaya bini tua lagi interogasi suaminya yah? hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Ah patah hati dulu ah..&lt;br /&gt;Eh patah hati ngga ya? Abisnya aku kan ikut seneng kalo bebeku seneng&lt;br /&gt;Yah pokoknya asal agenda makan sunda kita tidak ikut menghilang dari peredaran, aku tetap sayang sama kamu ko, Ndla =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113674366377538973?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113674366377538973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113674366377538973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113674366377538973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113674366377538973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/01/breaking-news-bebe-punya-pacar.html' title='breaking news! bebe punya pacar!'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113673961670509211</id><published>2006-01-08T23:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:40:55.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hal terindah di hari yang aneh</title><content type='html'>di perjalanan pulang tadi, tepatnya di Sudirman, gue mengalami sesuatu yang indah banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue lagi ada di lajur kanan, trus maksudnya mau pindah ke lajur kiri&lt;br /&gt;gue mau nyalip mobil di depan kiri gue&lt;br /&gt;mata gue langsung mengarah ke platnya&lt;br /&gt;B 1188 VE&lt;br /&gt;Panther silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gue berhasil nyalip dia, dan berada di lajur kiri&lt;br /&gt;gue liat dari spion ke belakang untuk memastikan nomor mobilnya&lt;br /&gt;trus gue konsen lagi liat ke depan&lt;br /&gt;mobil di depan gue City silver&lt;br /&gt;B 1188 MP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belum tentu di dunia paralel mana pun gue bisa ngeliat hal yang menakjubkan kaya gini!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebayang ngga sih kalo diliat dari atas?&lt;br /&gt;3 mobil silver jalan berurutan di lajur yang sama&lt;br /&gt;B 1188 MP&lt;br /&gt;B 1188 GZ&lt;br /&gt;B 1188 VE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113673961670509211?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113673961670509211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113673961670509211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113673961670509211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113673961670509211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/01/hal-terindah-di-hari-yang-aneh.html' title='hal terindah di hari yang aneh'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113673814532655093</id><published>2006-01-08T23:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:13:01.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari yang aneh</title><content type='html'>Hari ini aneh sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan gue campur aduk.&lt;br /&gt;Dimulai dengan sore hari pas gue baca email dari Felix.&lt;br /&gt;Gila, gue kangen banget sama mereka. banget :(&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue bales emailnya, dan gue sms Simon.&lt;br /&gt;Gue bilang, gue kangen banget sama mereka, trus mau ngapain hari minggu gini?&lt;br /&gt;Pingin ngebayangin aja.. ya karena lagi kangen itu.&lt;br /&gt;Simon bilang sabar aja, kan tinggal 4 bulan lagi dan kita akan ketemu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;bwuhuhuhu.. tambah kangen :(&lt;br /&gt;Untuk memperparah rasa kangen itu (gue kan memang punya tendensi untuk melebih2kan segala sesuatu ya hehe..), gue nyetel mix tape-nya Reyn pas on the way ke kawinan Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;Maksudnya, at least mereka kan ngomong dengan bahasa ibu yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Belum sampai 1 menit, gue ganti CDnya, abis gue mulai merasa rasa kangen itu akan merambah ke Reyn juga, jadi mendingan di&lt;em&gt;cut&lt;/em&gt; aja sebelum keadaan bertambah parah.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nyari CD lagu2 rock berlirik depresif dari Prita.&lt;br /&gt;Pas buka kotak CD yang ada di mobil, tepat di bawah Bloc Party yang putih, ada buku tabungan warna biru.&lt;br /&gt;Buku tabungan gue dan Angga, waktu bikin rekening bareng dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;Bukan berarti langsung kangen sama Angganya sih.. tapi buku itu mengingatkan kalo gue pernah cerita hidup yang lain 1 tahun yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;Udah makin aneh aja perasaan gue.&lt;br /&gt;Gue stel CD depresif tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di kawinan, salaman sama mamanya Afit. Dia bilang kalo tadi keluarga Kenanga 59 dateng.&lt;br /&gt;Gue cuma iya iya aja, dan titip salam buat nyokapnya Angga.&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu.. :( gue kangen sekali sama mereka. Terutama sama nyokapnya. Gue pingin banget nyium pipinya dan bilang, "Aku kangen banget sama Tante.."&lt;br /&gt;Yang ada gue sms Angga, titip salam buat nyokapnya dan minta Angga untuk peluk Bagas buat gue.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai rumah gue sms Angga lagi, nanya, hari Selasa boleh ngga gue nelfon ke rumahnya, untuk ngomong sama Dhita atau Bagas sebentar aja.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai sekarang belum dibales.&lt;br /&gt;Gue cerita sama Ajeng soal ini, panjang lebar di kamar Oky.&lt;br /&gt;Dan terakhir2 baru nyadar kalo dari tadi gue cerita sambil megang2 gantungan kunci punya Oky.&lt;br /&gt;Oleh-oleh dari Angga.&lt;br /&gt;Gue kaget, gantungan kuncinya refleks gue lepas.&lt;br /&gt;Gue sama Ajeng cuma bisa saling ngeliat, dan ketawa miris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bener kata Nugi, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;membunuh itu butuh energi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (tadi gue mampir ke KidKiller, Gi..).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113673814532655093?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113673814532655093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113673814532655093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113673814532655093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113673814532655093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2006/01/hari-yang-aneh.html' title='hari yang aneh'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113602626816263401</id><published>2005-12-31T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:12:30.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last song</title><content type='html'>I believe in signs. Gue udah pernah bilang itu.&lt;br /&gt;Believe and addicted, tepatnya.&lt;br /&gt;Saking addictednya, seringkali gue membuat signs itu.&lt;br /&gt;Membuat dalam artian menciptakan suatu kondisi atau fasilitas, di mana akhirnya signs itu bisa terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa percaya signs?&lt;br /&gt;Jawabannya sesederhana :&lt;br /&gt;1. karena gue butuh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jawaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; atas segala pertanyaan&lt;br /&gt;2. karena gue percaya bahwa segala &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penjelasan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; atas segala yang terjadi di dunia ini, belum tentu bisa dilihat kasat mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan berikutnya adalah : kenapa gue butuh jawaban dan penjelasan?&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Gue memang selalu butuh mereka. Dari dulu memang begitu.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, mendapatkan jawaban dan penjelasan atas segala sesuatu membuat gue lebih tenang.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo lo jadi berpikir bahwa gue adalah orang yang ribet karena hal ini, ngga juga. Karena gue selalu memilah di antara keduanya. Biasanya gue cukup bisa menerima jawaban tanpa penjelasan, kalo memang harus begitu. Jadi penjelasan juga berdiri sendiri. I never ask too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagian penjelasan yang gue butuh juga ngga mesti yang gamblang, atau bahkan masuk akal.&lt;br /&gt;Lah trus kalo gitu, buat apa penjelasan itu?&lt;br /&gt;Udah gue bilang, penjelasan bikin gue tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain sebagai penjelas (bentuk fungsional dari kata ‘penjelasan’), gue addicted to signs untuk meramal.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa gue butuh &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ramalan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Because I need something to believe to.&lt;br /&gt;Gue butuh punya harapan.&lt;br /&gt;Itu bikin gue lebih tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The book of answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave me “The Book of Answer”.&lt;br /&gt;Yang sering ke QB pasti tau, buku ini udah lama kok, mungkin dari tahun 2002.&lt;br /&gt;Intinya adalah lo bisa mendapatkan jawaban atas segala pertanyaan lo hanya dengan melawati beberapa ritual, dan membuka salah satu halaman di buku ini. Bisa literal, bisa juga engga. Mereka punya beberapa edisi. Tiga, kalo ngga salah.&lt;br /&gt;So practically, this is one of my precious favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah cara mendapatkan signs sebagai jawaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I go that extra miles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu dini hari kira-kira 1-2 minggu yang lalu, gue ngga bisa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngga percaya, karena gue jarang banget ngga bisa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya 5 menit adalah waktu maksimal yang gue butuhkan untuk pindah ke dunia lain.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hari itu engga. Gue ngga bisa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Gue mikir, apa ya yang bisa gue lakukan biar ngantuk, atau at least nunggu ngantuk?&lt;br /&gt;Gue mulai dari “apa yang gue suka”. Nulis, menggambar, online.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ngga tau kenapa malam itu lagi males banget.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gue bergeser, ke “apa yang gue butuh”. Yang ini ternyata lebih gampang.&lt;br /&gt;Gue selalu butuh penjelasan.&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini gue akan coba nyari “penjelasan atas segala yang terjadi sama gue sepanjang tahun ini”.&lt;br /&gt;Gue akan mencari penjelasan itu dari lagu.&lt;br /&gt;Caranya adalah dengan membuat vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod gue baterainya udah tinggal segaris, dari kemarin-kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;Gue akan menulis urutan lagu yang gue set ke sistem shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Judul-judul lagu itu nantinya akan membuat tulisan, dan dari tulisan itulah gue mendapatkan penjelasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketentuannya :&lt;br /&gt;1. cara ini akan terus berlangsung sampai baterai Ipod gue habis, dan gue ngga boleh tidur walaupun udah ngantuk banget. Gue harus nunggu Ipod itu mati dengan sendirinya. Alasannya jelas. Gue harus mendapatkan penjelasan sampai tuntas. Ngga mesti gamblang, tapi mesti tuntas.&lt;br /&gt;2. setiap gue liat judul lagu, gue boleh dengerin, boleh juga engga. Tergantung mood aja. Dengerin lagu-lagu itu, tentunya bisa bikin baterai Ipod lebih cepat habis, dan gue bisa mendapatkan penjelasan lewat playlist yang lebih singkat. Tapi terserah aja. Pokoknya dengerin lagu-lagu itu secara full atau engga (alias cuma nyatet judulnya aja dan klik “shuffle” lagi), harus diserahkan kepada “mood”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Gue harus tetap bangun selama hampir 2 jam, padahal mata gue udah ngantuk banget di 1 jam pertama. But I made the vow, jadi gue ngga akan mematikan Ipodnya dengan sengaja.&lt;br /&gt;I have the playlist. Im gonna write them down here, but in the other writing, so u wont get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I get what I want?&lt;br /&gt;Penjelasan, iya.&lt;br /&gt;Ngerti? ………… gue masih nyoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need signs to start my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya mencari penjelasan dalam bentuk playlist shuffle hanyalah sebuah pengembangan dari apa yang gue lakukan setiap hari. Im talking about signs as a forecast.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, gue adalah orang yang terkadang baca buku halaman terakhirnya dulu untuk tau gimana endingnya. Ngga seru banget emang, tapi terkadang gue butuh itu jadi bisa siap-siap di perjalanan bacanya, dari halaman ke halaman. Just consider I don’t like surprises (and I often need plans. Oh, im such a serious person!).&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga cara gue memulai hari.&lt;br /&gt;Turun dari mobil, gue nyalain Ipod dan langsung tekan “shuffle”.&lt;br /&gt;Lagu pertama yang terputar, akan jadi tema hari gue, hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t just hear the lyrics. I listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue menganalogikan cerita hidup gue tahun ini dengan lagu dan playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini 31 Desember, hari terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue ngga mau denger konfirmasi kesimpulan.&lt;br /&gt;So I wont play my last song.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough answers, and explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just use the sign as the forecast, at the beginning of next year.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113602626816263401?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113602626816263401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113602626816263401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113602626816263401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113602626816263401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-song.html' title='The last song'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113550450792130201</id><published>2005-12-25T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:21:38.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Nyokap</title><content type='html'>Di rumah ada pembantu baru, Erma. Tapi karena orang2 di rumah sering manggil, “Ma..! Ma..!” trus yang dateng adalah nyokap gue dan Erma, maka nyokap membuat keputusan sepihak untuk mengganti panggilannya jadi, “Neeng..!”, diambil dari Oneng (menurut nyokap dia agak2 telmi dan gue juga udah ngebuktiin sih).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat yang udah kenal gue cukup lama, mungkin jadi nanya, “Yu Kar ke mana?”. She’s my previous maid whose been working for us for 19 years. Dia balik ke Blitar. Tadinya bilangnya harus ngurus bokapnya yang udah semakin tua, ternyata dia hari terakhir dia bilang kalo dia ketemu jodohnya. So yea, she got married. For the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erma alias Oneng baru beberapa hari kerja di rumah gue, jadi temen baiknya dia masih nyokap gue, secara nyokap masih intens ngajar2in (kalo udah agak lamaan, temen baik para pembokat di rumah adalah Ajeng, karena dia paling sering ada di rumah). Karena lagi sering2nya menghabiskan waktu bersama, nyokap lagi rajin gosipin Oneng ke anak2nya dan meng-update segala temuannya tentang dia. Dari cerita2nya inilah gue merasa beruntung punya nyokap seperti nyokap gue. Salah dua contoh yang membuat gue berpikir begitu adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosip2 tentang Oneng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sabtu siang, jam 2an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : “Oneng lucu deh, tadi dia dateng ke Mama, mukanya kuatir, trus nanya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : “Bu, Mba Ajeng kok belum keluar kamar ya? Udah siang begini..”.&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : “Sekarang kan libur Neng, biasa lah, anak2 emang bangunnya pada siang. Jadi siang baru pada keluar kamar.”&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : “Kalo Mba Aan bu?”&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : “Dia lagi. Dia tuh orang tidur, dia bangun. Orang bangun, dia tidur!”&lt;br /&gt;Trus nyokap ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;Gue kuatir. Jangan2 nih ibu gue nyindir lagi. Gue udah siap2 disemprot aja dengan kalimat2 sejenis “anak perempuan kok bangunnya siang! Bla bla bla..”.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi engga kok, dia tetep ketawa2, trus nawarin gue makan siang.&lt;br /&gt;Baik dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Minggu siang, jam 12an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue lagi di kamar mandi, nyokap nyetrika sambil ngobrol sama Oneng. (Hint : di atas, tempat setrikaan sama kamar mandi itu deket letaknya). Gue ngga sengaja denger nyokap lagi nanya sama Oneng, dia punya handuk atau engga, karena kalo engga, nyokap akan kasih. Trus nyokap juga bilang kalo Oneng boleh kok nyetrika baju2nya. (Hint : ini karena nyokap menduga Oneng ngga pernah nyetrika baju2nya). Yang gue denger jelas adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap : Di sini beda sama di Lampung, Neng. Setiap kota punya kebiasaannya sendiri2. Contohnya soal pake baju. Kamu liat kan anak2 saya bajunya minim semua. Di rumah pake celana pendek banget. Trus kalo pergi2, baju2nya ngga pernah punya lengan. Saya ngga pernah ngelarang, karena wajar aja.. Jakarta panas banget!&lt;br /&gt;Oneng : …. (ngga kedengeran suara apa2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat yang kenal keluarga gue dari dulu, pasti setuju kalo hal2 begini jarang keluar dari mulut nyokap gue. Intinya, dia kaya udah lebih “permisif” (kecuali soal baju ya, karena dialah yang menyupply baju2 tropis ini hehe..), yang mana itu sangat menguntungkan kami, anak2nya=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua juga tau nyokap tuh galak. Semuanya salah buat dia. Semua2 diprotes. Tapi sekarang engga kok, nyokap sekarang udah baik=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokil, gue sayang banget sama dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113550450792130201?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113550450792130201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113550450792130201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113550450792130201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113550450792130201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2005/12/si-nyokap.html' title='Si Nyokap'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113419632137413704</id><published>2005-12-10T13:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:40:38.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's good to be back!!</title><content type='html'>Ahahahah..! Gue senang sekali! Hari ini gue kembali melakukan hal bodoh, which means im back to normal life again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Clumsy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ternyata ungkapan “bangun pagi banyak rezeki” benar adanya (selama ini gue kira “banyak anak banyak rezeki” hehehe.. ketawa sendiri. Ngga lucu!). Atau at least, bangun pagi ngga bikin lo terburu2 dan lebih bisa mempersiapkan diri dengan baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadiannya dimulai dari rencana gue nonton bareng Narnia, tiketnya dapet dari kantor. Gue pasang alarm jam 9, filmnya jam 11. Trus gue tidur lagi dan baru bangun jam 10.15. Males2an dulu di tempat tidur, baru keluar kamar jam 10.30. Trus ke bawah, niatnya mau setor muka sama nyokap karena tadi malem pulang kemaleman, eh yang ada malah tergoda bubur di ruang makan. Jadilah gue makan dulu sampe jam 10.40. Trus mandi sampe jam 10.50. Gue keluar rumah jam 10.59. Inget ya, filmnya mulai jam 11.00.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so the story begins....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Clumsy no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Untuk mempercepat diri keluar dari daerah rumah, gue motong jalan lewat Rumah Sakit, seperti biasa. Pas mau nyiapin 1000an buat bayar karcis, gue menyadari kalo… gue nda bawa dompet. Nice! It means ngga bawa duit dan ngga bawa SIM. Gue muter balik dan ngambil dompet ke rumah. Gue pun keluar dari daerah rumah jam 11.05. Ngga papa lah, paling filmnya ngaret dikit. Gue pun mengarahkan mobil gue ke PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clumsy no.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gue sampe di parkiran PS lantai 3 jam 11.19, trus langsung ke bioskop. Sampe di atas, ternyata untuk nuker voucher nonton gratis ke tiket nontonnya aja (masih) ngantri bow! Gue sempet lega juga sih karena berarti filmnya beneran ngaret. Tapi yang bikin kesel, kenapa antrian nonton bareng gratis ini digabung sama antrian yang buat nanti siang ya?? Kenapa Pringles ngga bikin meja sendiri atau loket tersendiri gitu? Anehnya lagi, ngga bahkan ada branding2 Pringles di sini, padahal mereka kan sponsornya.&lt;br /&gt;Yah daripada salah, gue tanya ke bapak2 berbaju safari. “Pak, untuk nonton bareng yang jam 11, nuker tiketnya di sini juga?” sambil nunjukin tiket dan nunjuk ke arah antrian. Dia ngeliat tiket gue dengan seksama dan jawabannya adalah “Ya, di sini, ngantri aja” sambil nunjuk ke antrian yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, brarti emang harus ngantri.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai pas giliran gue di depan loket, gue tunjukin ke mbak2nya “Untuk nonton bareng Pringles Narnia, masih bisa?” secara udah telat banget maksud gue. Mbak2 itu juga memperhatikan voucher gue dengan seksama, trus bisik2 ke bapak2 berbaju safari di sebelahnya, trus mukanya ragu sebentar, trus bisik2 lagi sama bapak2 berbaju safari di sebelahnya. Doohh!! Kelamaan!! Trus baru balik ke gue “Ini nontonnya di Sogo Mba..” sambil nunjuk ke voucher gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat itu gue menyadari kalo ini pasti ada yang salah. Gue keluar dari antrian, mikir. Udah nyawa belum terlalu ngumpul, harus mikir pula! Hebat… hmm, kenapa mba2 tadi bilang Sogo? sedangkan Sogo kan ngga punya bioskop. Trus gue liat tulisan paling atas di voucher itu. “Studio XXI Th. 1”. Dasar masih blank banget, gue butuh mikir sekitar 30 detik untuk menyadari bahwa.. YA OLOOHHH, INI KAN MAKSUDNYA DI EX!!! Studio XXI itu EX kan?..... Gue pun berusaha mengingat2 apa yang bikin gue dateng ke PS. Hmm.. ngga ada apa2 sih. Cuma langsung PS aja gitu pikirannya pas terima voucher ini dari Wibi kemarin. Dan kenapa mba2 itu bilang Sogo, adalah karena memang masih ada sebagian orang yang menyebut Plaza Indonesia dengan Sogo, karena Sogo pertama kali adanya di situ. Nyokap gue salah satunya. Woohoo! Salah bioskop ni yeeeeeeeee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngeliat jam. Aahhh.. udah jam 11.25. Lumayan ketinggalan tandanya. Gue pun memutuskan untuk pulang. Gue mulai berpikir, jangan2 emang gue ngga boleh nonton Narnia hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Clumsy no.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gue balik ke parkiran dengan sedikit banyak rasa malu dan bodoh. Pas masuk mobil, gue liat ada sesuatu di jok depan, yang posisinya sangat menantang untuk diambil. Yes! It’s my wallet. Dompet yang sempet gue tinggal di rumah, ketinggalan lagi di mobil. I know maybe it’s not that big deal, karena gue bisa langsung ngambil ke mobil begitu nyadar dompet gue ngga ada. Tapi keberadaannya di jok depan itu tetep aja bahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dalam 1 detik gue bener2 yakin kalo gue emang ngga boleh nonton bareng Narnia hari ini. Terlalu banyak coincidence yang ngga ngenakin. Yes I do believe in signs. Gue percaya kalo ada 2 pilihan, A dan B, masing2 punya ujung cerita yang berbeda. Gue bisa aja maksain dateng ke EX. Tapi selain gue ngga liat ½ jam awal filmnya, mungkin aja ada hal2 yang ngga gue inginkan terjadi. Misalnya ketemu mantan pacar sama pacar barunya, atau pulangnya ada sesuatu di jalan (knock on wood). Hmm kebanyakan nonton Tru Calling ya gue hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put on my sunglasses and drove straight home.&lt;br /&gt;Masih dengan sedikit rasa malu, bodoh, tapi seneng! Gue kembali ngeliat Rachel Green dan Susan Mayer di diri gue. For their clumsiness, of course. Ohh, it’s sooo good to be back!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113419632137413704?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113419632137413704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113419632137413704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113419632137413704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113419632137413704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='it&apos;s good to be back!!'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113343516269710296</id><published>2005-12-01T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:03:54.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a visit from an old friend..</title><content type='html'>finally, it comes back.. my annoying-old friend : pharyngitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kali ini gue ngga terlalu menyalahkan siapa2 sih, atau apa2, karena faringitis kumat ini udah gue ketahui sebabnya. i had too much fun in the last two weekends! iya lah, apa lagi? it's obvious dat cigarettes and cold drinks had never been my best friend. sadly, those things came along with iwet and ade (ini apa dong namanya kalo ngga mencoba nyalahin orang lain? hehe..).&lt;br /&gt;so here i am.. udah 2 hari demam dan stay di rumah. kembali akrab dengan antibiotik dan segala obat yang bikin gue tidur 20 jam sehari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalo diinget2, faringitis yang sekarang ngga separah yang gue alami yang terakhir kali.. bulan Maret yang lalu. waktu itu gejalanya lebih parah, yang gue merasa tenggorokan gue kaya kebakar gitu. i remember sending msg to Mr. March, saying that "this throat is killing me..". it was the same fever, of course. cuma waktu itu tenggorokan gue lebih sakit abis, sedangkan yang sekarang yang lebih terasa demamnya aja (aja gue bilang?? hehe..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this disease has been part of who i am since a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga came this morning, brought me dvds to kill the boring time i have by staying in bed. dia nanya, "emang penyakit lo ini ngga ada obatnya ya?". gue tau maksudnya adalah obat yang permanently bikin gue sembuh dan ngga kambuh2 lagi. then i remember those visits to the doctors, even to the specialist, and my own surveys for this disease. dan gue inget banget pernah nanyain hal yang sama ke dokter keluarga gue soal sembuh permanen ini. trus gue bilang, "dokter gue bilang kalo ada sebagian orang yang terlahir dengan faring yang lemah dan sensitif seperti gue. i was born that way, so i have to learn to deal with it." =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deal with it.. seems like a perfect answer for all our problems, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113343516269710296?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113343516269710296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113343516269710296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113343516269710296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113343516269710296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2005/12/visit-from-old-friend.html' title='a visit from an old friend..'/><author><name>ingenue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670584231912316470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_id6VkFOBTsU/SV709YvNBlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EjWfQwlLn_Q/S220/s13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13051417.post-113277652595617668</id><published>2005-11-24T03:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T03:10:15.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>unsent comment</title><content type='html'>sebenernya ada beberapa hal yang membuat hari gue lebih 'berwarna' hari ini (pengulangan.. i hate it!).&lt;br /&gt;**berwarna = kaget, tidak menyangka, dilanjutkan dengan kesel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue secara ngga sengaja nemu blog si Lord Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;jadi.. ada lah 1 orang yang pernah msg gue di sini, trus gue kunjungi balik blognya, trus pas gue mau ngasih comment, ada commentnya si Lord Voldemort aja doloo di atasnya.. agh, such a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jadilah gue membaca blognya diana intan, dan menemukan beberapa fakta (yang sekarang jadi berasa kecil setelah gue mendengar berita besarnya) yang bikin hidup gue lebih 'berwarna' tadi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. they kissed before (ex-bf, i know i shudnt trust u dat much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. pacarnya mengira gue ngajakin Angga balik (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD??).&lt;br /&gt;gue sempat 'terpengaruh' dan ingin sekali menjelaskan hal yang sebenarnya ke pacarnya itu dengan mengirimkan comment, tapi ya su lah yaa.. gue males juga kaya anak ABG.&lt;br /&gt;jadi.. gue mengurungkan niat itu, dan memutuskan untuk.... nulis ajah commentnya di sini=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, gue juga sempet nanya sih ke Angga, kenapa pacarnya sampai berpikir kalo gue suka ngajak dia balik ya? apa dia membaca sms2 kita?&lt;br /&gt;Angga bilang, "iya."&lt;br /&gt;gue bilang, "apa dia juga tau, kalo kamu suka sms bilang kangen sama aku, trus sms2 horny ngga penting kamu yang selalu aku tolak, trus kamu yang suka begging2 ngajak ketemuan, trus kamu yang dateng2 ke rumah aku, yang tengah malem itu loh.. dia tau itu juga?"&lt;br /&gt;Angga, "mm.. bukan gitu An permasalahannya.." dan dia menjelaskan dengan segala per-ngeles-an yang intinya adalah pacarnya dapet info yang setengah2.&lt;br /&gt;pacarnya taunya gue suka sms Angga ngajak balikan, tanpa tau sebelumnya Angga sms apa aja ke gue, selama berbulan2 ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisa siiih.. gue merasa ngga terima, tapi gue males mikirinnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh iya, ini comment yang rencananya gue kirim tapi ngga jadi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i found ur blog accidentaly. a bad coincidence for me, but dats okay.&lt;br /&gt;since i read urs now, i just want u to know dat i never try to get him back. in fact, why dont u ask him to stop sms me, asking to meet up and begging to 'have some fun'?&lt;br /&gt;or u really have to check on him like every night, coz he really wanted to see me few weeks ago, and he did come to my place like in the middle of the night. and dat was not the first time. so whatever it is dat makes u think i wanna get him back, trust me baby.. it was him.&lt;br /&gt;and no matter what u think of me now, u know sending u msg like this is the last thing i wanna do. really, like its so god damn lame. but i really cant stand it when certain people judge me wrong, especially in dis case. thank u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;males yah? makanya ngga jadi gue kirim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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begitu sama lo? engga Kar..&lt;br /&gt;lo kerja keras dikit, dia marah. lo bergaul, dia marah. that's what boyfriends do.&lt;br /&gt;but u need a partner, seseorang yang bisa bikin lo seneng. seseorang yang bisa bikin hidup lo lebih gampang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue masih ngga tau harus berpikir apa, ngomong apa, berbuat apa.&lt;br /&gt;tapi sekali lagi, usaha Javas untuk membuat gue merasa lebih baik, lumayan berhasil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113277522311930256?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113277522311930256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113277522311930256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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kejadian bener sama gue.&lt;br /&gt;orang pacaran lamaaa banget, trus putus, trus ngga lama kemudian salah satunya kawin sama orang yang baru dikenalnya 3 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;gue pihak yang ditinggal kawin, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aneh banget rasanya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113277438755661289?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113277438755661289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113277438755661289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113277438755661289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Bundchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are nice, trendy, and love to have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113250858718641284?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113250858718641284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113250858718641284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113250858718641284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113250858718641284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-is-mep.html' title='she is 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dari mei, berarti udah setengah tahun faringitis gue ngga pernah kumat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah gila, ga penting banget tulisan gue hari ini&lt;br /&gt;(i'll probably delete it in two days, hmmpff..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13051417-113247094440946484?l=ingenue-ms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingenue-ms.blogspot.com/feeds/113247094440946484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13051417&amp;postID=113247094440946484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113247094440946484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13051417/posts/default/113247094440946484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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