<?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-4755470942908773531</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:56:14.745+07:00</updated><category term='DokiDoki'/><category term='klik'/><category term='Allahku'/><category term='beli beli'/><category term='bir'/><category term='sahabat hati'/><category term='poni'/><category term='Mr. Bad Influence'/><category term='piece of mind'/><category term='reggae party'/><category term='Niken'/><category term='Vampires Invasion'/><category term='dreadlock'/><category term='K - Love'/><category term='women stuffs'/><category term='cerpen uiseng'/><category term='foolish and fun'/><category term='the show of stupidity'/><category term='mendungku'/><category term='Listen up'/><category term='reggae lagi'/><category term='surprise surprise....'/><category term='verliebt'/><category term='hope floats'/><title type='text'>me and my orange world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8676844911969089571</id><published>2011-03-27T03:30:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:51:04.109+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while I haven't login to this blog. Gosh, I hate the fact that my blog is truly scattered all over the place... Kangen pengen balik! Tapi blog ini jelek banget. Lay out bosenin, blah~&lt;/div&gt;Anyway... I am still the same.. No?&lt;br /&gt;The difference is, one of my dreams has been realized... ㅋㅋㅋㅋ&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqu7q8yHXcI/TY5N_5uxDsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7ywldfS_Oks/s320/edit2_IMG_1139.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588489947837435586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;하나님... 진심으로 고맙습니다~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/adhit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-8676844911969089571?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8676844911969089571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8676844911969089571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8676844911969089571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8676844911969089571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-for-while.html' title='Back for a while'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqu7q8yHXcI/TY5N_5uxDsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7ywldfS_Oks/s72-c/edit2_IMG_1139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8266402251879563019</id><published>2010-02-01T07:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:01:24.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Attitude, his FLAW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S2Yimag0YaI/AAAAAAAAAas/KRmKZ952w-Q/s1600-h/10000_won_note.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S2Yimag0YaI/AAAAAAAAAas/KRmKZ952w-Q/s400/10000_won_note.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433068043816427938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pic source: www.asianinfo.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read this, I want you to know that I’m gonnabe mean. I have had this thought in my head for quite some time and I really want to spit it out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about one of men’s attitude toward women. Talking about this thing is embarassing for me. I am a Javanese, and Javanese people do not talk about money like this. This is “saru”, but I can’t help not to write this out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was started with a conversation via phone with an old friend. He intended to meet me and I pointed a café to go. He suddenly hold back his request and said… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I don’t think I have the money to go there”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“It’s ok. It’s on me”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“No, I should pay it. I don’t want you to pay for me”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Are you ashamed?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Yes. Girls should not pay.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This remark really shocked me. Oh my goodness, I was suddenly reminded. When we went out, him, other friends and me, I never paid anything. He or other GUY friends always paid the bill. Yeah, it wasn’t fancy resto, but still they paid my bill too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fact reminded me of my ex (I swear to God that I will never reveal his identity). When we went out, we didn’t go out much, I am sure that I had paid the bill. Well, maybe he paid. Once, twice… I can count it with one hand and I am sure it won’t be more than that. All of those outings were not expensive outings. Believe me! It was always funny, when we finished with the eating, I’ll go to the cashier and pay the bill. I did it all the time until somehow I believe that it is my obligation to pay our bill. Until the phonecall above, I did not realize that as a guy, he was the one who should pay for my bill. He was my boyfriend, and I swear I have lowered my standard of what can be said as proper eateries and beverage. I had been living in Mars, where the women paid their men’s bills. For crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the end. I went to Jakarta recently doing my visa. I am really grateful with the help of some friends, I could finish it fast. One of them, he really helped me out with taking me here and there, when Jakarta’s weather was really hot and sunny. He had to work, still he helped me out with my things. He deserved a great lunch, right? So, we went to Jln. Jaksa and we ate something there. When I intended to pay, he forbid me. He said he’ll pay it. Fortunately, there was a phone call. He was on the phone when I walked to the cashier and paid our bill. When I came back, he looked shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Did you pay the bill?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yup.” I said&lt;br /&gt;“You shouldn’t. I wanna treat you. You rarely went to Jakarta and you’ve always wanted to go to Jalan Jaksa, remember? Now I want to treat you”.&lt;br /&gt;“No, I should treat you because you have taken me everywhere today. It’s ok”.&lt;br /&gt;“Gosh, I am so ashamed. Come on! How much did you spend? I’ll pay it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh come on, I’m going next month. So, this is a thank you lunch”&lt;br /&gt;“No!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, then you can treat me when I am back here”.&lt;br /&gt;“Geez… This is embarassing! Thanks a lot. You really shouldn’t pay!!”&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our conversation last Friday. Again, I felt really flattered and hurt at the same time. Flattered because of my friend’s kindness and hurt because of my ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two friends were not alone. The day before I went to Depok to see my Korean friend, let’s call her D. I spent the night in her apartment. When we sat in the apartment’s verandah, sunddenly there were two Korean boys approaching. They were the friends of D. After a few chit chat, we were invited to a dinner. We will cook together, so we bought the cooking materials together. We went to the nearest supermarket. I picked my own materials because I wanted to “contribute” something. D did the same. When we went to the cashier, they grabbed all of our buys and paid them. I couldn’t argue because I don’t speak that much Korean and they were just in Indonesia for a month. They smiled and say, we men pay. I looked at D and she said “it’s normal for Korean guys to pay for women”. One more time, I have to face the reality that what I did (paying for my BF bills) were really improper. That evening was fabulous, we ate a lot. I was delighted, not to mention that one of that guy gave me a Korean – Indo conversation book and a face treatment mask (don’t ask me why he has such kinda thing, I don’t know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this ex. I really really kept this thing for myself, until today. I was to ashamed to say it to anyone that I did silly thing. I really want to warn the girls here, not to take men, who do not pay their bills, seriously. When they don’t have money, they should stay at home and watch Indonesian Football League instead of asking girls out and letting them pay the bills. Shame on you who do that! You really put your gentlemen quality into trash can. We, girls, do not want you to pay for us all the time. Believe me, it is no problem for us to open our purse and take out some rupiahs. But you guys, you really need to show how much you care for us and how you can take care of us. Isn’t it something normal that men should take care of their women??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;I know I risk myself writing this. I just wanna show you that my stupidity should not happen to you, Girls. Pick your man. Pick a gentleman, kick the loser out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-8266402251879563019?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8266402251879563019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8266402251879563019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8266402251879563019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8266402251879563019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2010/02/mens-attitude-his-flaw.html' title='Men&apos;s Attitude, his FLAW'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S2Yimag0YaI/AAAAAAAAAas/KRmKZ952w-Q/s72-c/10000_won_note.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1689195929511195256</id><published>2010-01-20T10:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:18:51.069+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><title type='text'>Babooooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S1Z1rQjKySI/AAAAAAAAAak/RSmbMj1fusA/s1600-h/hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S1Z1rQjKySI/AAAAAAAAAak/RSmbMj1fusA/s320/hate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428655786879011106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata orang sombong paling nggak tahan sama orang sombong lainnya ya…&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;Aku bener2 gak tahan sama manusia satu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Di-tag di salah satu foto (bukan aku yang nge-tag) eh, di-remove sama dia. Padahal ga ada yang aneh dgn foto itu…&lt;br /&gt;Diajakin chat, mbok ya jaga perasaan orang… Kalo emang ogah ngladenin, bilang aja sibuk… Eh malah tiba2 offline… Bokk, ndak punya manner ye…&lt;br /&gt;Mending ganteng!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beuh!! Bikin esmosi jiwa aja!!&lt;br /&gt;Awas klo ketemu suatu saat nanti! Kusiram aer comberan baru tau rasa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over-reacting, I know…&lt;br /&gt;Tapi untuk orang ini… Aku sudah tidak tahan lagi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jeritan hati orang yang emailnya kaga dibales??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am fighting with my own will to tag him!!&lt;br /&gt;Duhhhhh!! Hentikan sok kecakepan itu karna kamu gak cakep!!!&lt;br /&gt;Menyebalkan!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1689195929511195256?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1689195929511195256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1689195929511195256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1689195929511195256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1689195929511195256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2010/01/babooooo.html' title='Babooooo!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S1Z1rQjKySI/AAAAAAAAAak/RSmbMj1fusA/s72-c/hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-6561892611380455663</id><published>2010-01-15T17:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:59:25.165+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Me as a devoted CLOUD and an E.L.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S1BIoJEYjEI/AAAAAAAAAac/5Nd0KnnrlxI/s1600-h/2crlksz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S1BIoJEYjEI/AAAAAAAAAac/5Nd0KnnrlxI/s400/2crlksz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426917405447720002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most of you here, I might be a Newbie.&lt;br /&gt;I started to love 슈퍼주니어 on mid 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I always love them as a whole and always got troubled.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when asked to pick favorite member because basically I love them ALL.&lt;br /&gt;My first MV was 행복, my first reaction seeing the MV was WTH!!&lt;br /&gt;Sungmin was very feminine and Teukie was so girlie... :(&lt;br /&gt;But the song lingers in my head all the time...&lt;br /&gt;And since the first time I saw 행복, I already recognized a husky voice&lt;br /&gt;that I like so much, but I had the problem finding out who was that guy &gt;_&lt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Gyaaaaaaaaa…. Mianhae, 왕자님)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my love grows stronger for 김종운&lt;br /&gt;I began to notice his struggles during 슈퍼주니어’s early rise.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being unrecognized somehow reminded me on my high school time.&lt;br /&gt;He is a loner, me too.&lt;br /&gt;I had to admit that during my “searching” time,&lt;br /&gt;I found out that KyuHyun’s voice was quite enchanting. Yet, I always turn back to my 왕자님…&lt;br /&gt;It is delightful to see him smiling.&lt;br /&gt;His laugh is the most adorable laugh that I am always yearning for,&lt;br /&gt;because it means he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it delights me too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was late to be recognized by people,&lt;br /&gt;but I do believe that his shines would never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;It takes only once for you to listen to his voice, then your heart will be tangled forever. You might forget his face, but you will never forget his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I finally rest my heart on him.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is not just ordinary idol.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is a true companion.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is a true healer.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is a loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is one of the reason to find my dream.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is SUPER PRECIOUS&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is a PRICELESS TREASURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never say I LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;Never!&lt;br /&gt;Because it is merely more than just LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the most adorable guy I have ever known :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as written in my SJ-world account :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-6561892611380455663?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/6561892611380455663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=6561892611380455663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6561892611380455663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6561892611380455663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-as-devoted-cloud-and-elf.html' title='Me as a devoted CLOUD and an E.L.F'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S1BIoJEYjEI/AAAAAAAAAac/5Nd0KnnrlxI/s72-c/2crlksz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-9002629549507367630</id><published>2010-01-14T15:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:54:14.915+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>laugh at him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/21eqg4x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/21eqg4x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yup!&lt;br /&gt;He's my guy and he's that funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy! Sexy! Sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JINGGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-9002629549507367630?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/9002629549507367630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=9002629549507367630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/9002629549507367630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/9002629549507367630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2010/01/laugh-at-him.html' title='laugh at him...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/21eqg4x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-271581929309348613</id><published>2010-01-12T14:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:13:07.509+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope floats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Congratulate ME??</title><content type='html'>-the pic of the certificate of admission is deleted since it contains private data-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolling on the floor because of happiness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-271581929309348613?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/271581929309348613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=271581929309348613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/271581929309348613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/271581929309348613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2010/01/congratulate-me.html' title='Congratulate ME??'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1294197513872872477</id><published>2010-01-05T16:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:26:06.517+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the show of stupidity'/><title type='text'>Yes, I am a STALKER!! Happy?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S0MDgzHCXiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5B15_z376bc/s1600-h/He+Approved+ME%21%21-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S0MDgzHCXiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5B15_z376bc/s400/He+Approved+ME%21%21-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423182238294629922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for an approval from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vladimir Kim&lt;/span&gt; and look what I got here!!!&lt;br /&gt;I chat a few words, and as usual, it ended up really stupidly..&lt;br /&gt;How can I forgot that facebook message so easily.&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a message about his pic asking his approval to put his pic in my wall. HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think anyone would be scared treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;Foolish me....&lt;br /&gt;Naneun neomu babo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S0MEJlVb3TI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8ieotDFS0Ko/s1600-h/another+stupidity+of+mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 445px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S0MEJlVb3TI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8ieotDFS0Ko/s400/another+stupidity+of+mine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423182938971561266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click the pic to view my stupidity bigger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!! I am soooooo ashamed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna kick my own butt, but I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1294197513872872477?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1294197513872872477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1294197513872872477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1294197513872872477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1294197513872872477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-i-am-stalker-happy.html' title='Yes, I am a STALKER!! Happy?!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/S0MDgzHCXiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5B15_z376bc/s72-c/He+Approved+ME%21%21-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-6022903314840879861</id><published>2010-01-05T08:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:06:40.373+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Seong Min Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/4290/39sh6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/4290/39sh6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yaaaaaaaaayy!!&lt;br /&gt;I can finally upload a .gif...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soooooo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-6022903314840879861?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/6022903314840879861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=6022903314840879861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6022903314840879861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6022903314840879861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-seong-min-day.html' title='Happy Seong Min Day!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2594136616441522962</id><published>2009-12-31T15:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:40:00.238+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sahabat hati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SzxjKzY_UgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QNjn31urr1w/s1600-h/Fellowship+Decision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SzxjKzY_UgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QNjn31urr1w/s400/Fellowship+Decision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421317088692097538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for answering my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2594136616441522962?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2594136616441522962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2594136616441522962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2594136616441522962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2594136616441522962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SzxjKzY_UgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QNjn31urr1w/s72-c/Fellowship+Decision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8347619568902782998</id><published>2009-12-29T09:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:02:18.561+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope floats'/><title type='text'>Within me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Szlw2Qg-owI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rmlT6enGPtU/s1600-h/sujud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Szlw2Qg-owI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rmlT6enGPtU/s400/sujud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420487703965639426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Heartache&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Batang;" lang="KO"&gt;마음아뽀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Next month would be the month that decides my life. A life changing time. I should have done this before, but I believe it happens now for reasons. Only Allah SWT knows that, I never intend to find out though my curiosity drives me insane.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’ve been hopeful. Too much hopeful. Believing that a miracle might happen and BOOM! my life changes in seconds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I hold this hope tightly. I’ve never dreamt of anything like this before. Packing my things and transfer myself to the outer world which I know nothing about. Tons of worries hang on my shoulder, though it is not the time yet. I haven’t even got the decision. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’ve been thinking about some things. Some things that might happen, and I am clueless about how to overcome or to be succeed. To win the battle of my own. I am must be out of my mind. Again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My hopeful thoughts has driven liters of tears from my eyes. The fear of rejection has been there in front of my door. Knocking. Failure, though I experienced it a lot of times, seems to be unacceptable and heart-breaking. I am fragile, that’s not something new, but I want to be strong. As a woman. As a human. As His servant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My prayer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I believe I never pray this much in my life. Asking for a chance that might not happen in my life, again. Mid 2008, I was thinking to myself, why do I always leave the prayer room so fast, while the others are still there. They were asking, requesting, begging for something. And me? I just walked out that door, not needing anything beside the health of my parents and the happiness from my family. What about me? What is my request? What is my dream? What do I yearn for? Nothing. Until this time comes and Allah shows me that I need Him. I need Allah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’ve been arrogant, that’s the thing I won’t deny. But that day I confess everything, that I need Allah more than anything. I realize that Allah is the only way I can reach my dream. Allah is my source of life. Allah is my soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I asked Allah for forgiveness. For being cocky. For forgetting Him. Allah does not need me. I need Him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I always love the way Allah embrace me back. Allah gives me this hope and deep down I know, Allah is the only one who can make it come true. It is so beautiful to know that Allah wants me back. Allah wants me to be His believer. I do believe in Allah. But never this much. I lay my life on Allah. I did what I could to reach my dreams and let Him decide the best thing for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;In my prayer I told him over and over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ya Allah… please give me this opportunity. I beg you, please… You know how much I want to be abroad, no matter how, where, when. I’ve always wanted it since I learn my English for the first time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Besides, I want to learn how to be responsible to my own life. I want to live with my own feet, try to cope with my own feeling, just to face life with the whole guts that I have. And of course, I am dreaming all the time to make my parents proud of me. That would be the bonus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;If Allah decides not to give me what I want, then… it must be the best for me. Lately, I can feel His enormous love for me. I’ve been bad, so ashamed to say this, but He took me back. He let me feel his Love again. I have to say, it is good to be loved, to feel loved. Thank you, Allah. I know, thank you would never be enough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I just want to be strong on the day it is announced. I would do my best not to sulk or to question Allah’s privilege for it will only say one thing. Whatever it is, it’s gonnabe for my best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ya Allah…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith on you with all my heart and soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Please forgive my whining and unthankfulness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me love you with all my heart and the strength I have.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the source of Love, Hope and Faith.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I LOVE YOU, and Love would never be enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Hugs,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&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/4755470942908773531-8347619568902782998?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8347619568902782998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8347619568902782998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8347619568902782998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8347619568902782998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/within-me.html' title='Within me...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Szlw2Qg-owI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rmlT6enGPtU/s72-c/sujud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2893608761795940931</id><published>2009-12-29T01:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:19:31.040+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope floats'/><title type='text'>Enjoy it and dream on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SzxCHR9c9sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BWOJLpiR4fw/s1600-h/Jong50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SzxCHR9c9sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BWOJLpiR4fw/s400/Jong50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421280744294905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that everything seems to be stressy lately. My office time, my wishful thinking and my craze towards this thing in my head. Yeah, dreaming is always allowed, but when dreaming has already taken control your life, then what is left is too much wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just me, who always got passionate about anything I heart. Lately, I’ve been dreaming too much and literally forget how to enjoy things. I think I have to go back to the start. I have to learn again how to enjoy things I am passionate with instead of chasing something uncertain. Life is enjoyment, and that’s what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the day I watch those MVs with smiles in my face. I am longing for the day I laugh at those boys’ stupidity. I should have gone back to where I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have any idea about what I am posting, neither do I. I won’t try to clear up the water, though… ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I LOVE TO BE THIS RANDOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you WOONIE. You know I love you and I will find a way ^^&lt;br /&gt;How I love to see you smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 키스 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2893608761795940931?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2893608761795940931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2893608761795940931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2893608761795940931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2893608761795940931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/enjoy-it-and-dream-on.html' title='Enjoy it and dream on...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SzxCHR9c9sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BWOJLpiR4fw/s72-c/Jong50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3695055074618164629</id><published>2009-12-17T15:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:55:56.749+07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Synv37mwnHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pRHEwC-tpBU/s1600-h/2483_57322281007_636636007_1971671_7637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Synv37mwnHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pRHEwC-tpBU/s400/2483_57322281007_636636007_1971671_7637_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416123771061836914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You give the new meaning of love...&lt;br /&gt;The love that ain't selfish...&lt;br /&gt;Sharing you with the world.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wanna do...&lt;br /&gt;To make you shines more, to make you smile more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;would never be enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;February 23rd, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;SEOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Republic of South Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gidari chuseyo... Nae KimJongWoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I promise you...&lt;br /&gt;no more tears,&lt;br /&gt;no more longing to each other,&lt;br /&gt;no more whining,&lt;br /&gt;no more loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;no more distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will get together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/4755470942908773531-3695055074618164629?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3695055074618164629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3695055074618164629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3695055074618164629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3695055074618164629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Synv37mwnHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pRHEwC-tpBU/s72-c/2483_57322281007_636636007_1971671_7637_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2540633303815623946</id><published>2009-12-17T15:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:36:32.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beli beli'/><title type='text'>my dream camera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SynsSb-6wBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0L1Ks22dUaw/s1600-h/Canon+D500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SynsSb-6wBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0L1Ks22dUaw/s400/Canon+D500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416119828383186962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo drooling over this camera.&lt;br /&gt;I want it so badly but the price is soooooooooooo... Augh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the review from &lt;a href="http://gaptek28.wordpress.com/2009/04/06/mereka-yang-meradang-setelah-hadirnya-eos-500d/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="post-header"&gt;         &lt;h1&gt;Mereka yang ‘meradang’ setelah hadirnya EOS 500D&lt;/h1&gt;         &lt;div id="single-date" class="date"&gt;&lt;span&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; April 6&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--end post header--&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="meta clear"&gt;     &lt;div class="tags"&gt;tags: &lt;a href="http://id.wordpress.com/tag/canon/" rel="tag"&gt;Canon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://id.wordpress.com/tag/d90/" rel="tag"&gt;D90&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://id.wordpress.com/tag/eos-500d/" rel="tag"&gt;EOS 500D&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://id.wordpress.com/tag/lumix/" rel="tag"&gt;lumix&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://id.wordpress.com/tag/nikon/" rel="tag"&gt;Nikon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://id.wordpress.com/tag/olympus/" rel="tag"&gt;Olympus&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://id.wordpress.com/tag/sony/" rel="tag"&gt;sony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="author"&gt;by Mas Gaptek&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--end meta--&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Canon sudah meluncurkan kamera DSLR EOS 500D dengan kisaran harga 10 juta plus lensa kit 18-55mm. Harga jual ini membuat 500D makin menjauhi arena &lt;em&gt;entry-level&lt;/em&gt; dan makin merapat ke harga kamera DSLR kelas menengah. Tentu saja Canon mematok angka setinggi ini bukannya tanpa alasan, karena fitur full HD movie (terlepas dari&lt;em&gt; frame rate&lt;/em&gt;nya yang cuma 20 fps) telah menjadi &lt;em&gt;tag-line&lt;/em&gt; dari 500D ini, disamping sederet fitur lain seperti &lt;em&gt;live view&lt;/em&gt; dan engine&lt;em&gt; Digic 4&lt;/em&gt;. Pro dan kontra mengiringi keputusan Canon yang memberikan fitur movie di 500D, dengan &lt;em&gt;positioning &lt;/em&gt;harga di 10 jutaan, tentu ada pihak-pihak yang ‘meradang’ baik dari kompetitor atau bahkan termasuk dari pihak Canon sendiri. Saya coba melakukan estimasi siapa saja yang penjualannya bakal terganggu dengan hadirnya 500D ini.&lt;span id="more-2030"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pesaing dari Canon :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikon D90&lt;/strong&gt; : Sebagai DSLR pertama di dunia yang mengusung fitur movie, penjualan D90 bisa jadi terganggu oleh 500D karena dua hal : &lt;strong&gt;harga&lt;/strong&gt; dan &lt;strong&gt;spesifikasi video&lt;/strong&gt;. EOS 500D lebih murah dari Nikon D90, dan D90 hanya mampu menyuguhkan movie 720p sementara 500D sudah 1080p.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lumix GH1&lt;/strong&gt; : Sebagai pendatang baru yang mengusung konsep &lt;em&gt;Micro 4/3&lt;/em&gt;, Panasonic Lumix GH1 menawarkan solusi &lt;em&gt;hybrid&lt;/em&gt; antara fotografi dan &lt;em&gt;camcorder &lt;/em&gt;dengan sama baiknya. Masalahnya, biaya yang harus ditanggung konsumen untuk riset format baru ini membuat harga Lumix GH1 melambung di kisaran 12 juta sehingga penjualannya nanti akan mudah dipatahkan oleh 500D.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olympus E-620&lt;/strong&gt; : Produk &lt;em&gt;entry level&lt;/em&gt; yang disebut-sebut sebagai calon andalan dari Olympus ini bahkan belum masuk ke pasaran saat tiba-tiba Canon meluncurkan 500D. Dengan situasi seperti ini, Olympus bisa jadi harus merevisi target penjualan dari E-620 yang minus fitur movie ini.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sony A350&lt;/strong&gt; : Dengan segmentasi kelas yang sama dengan 500D, produk unggulan dari Sony di kelas menengah bawah ini memang punya banderol harga di bawah 500D. Namun saya prediksi bisa jadi banyak orang yang rela menambah beberapa juta untuk mengambil 500D daripada Sony A350.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dari internal Canon sendiri :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiantlite.com/2009/04/canon-500d-t1i-vs-canon-50d.html" target="_blank"&gt;EOS 50D&lt;/a&gt; : Berbagi resolusi yang sama-sama 15 MP di keping sensor APS-C, 500D tampak seperti mini 50D namun plus fitur movie. Canon tidak tampak kuatir kalau penjualan 50D akan terganggu dengan peluncuran 500D, namun saya memprediksi bakal banyak calon pembeli 50D yang akan beralih ke 500D (kecuali mereka yang perlu bodi &lt;em&gt;weather sealed&lt;/em&gt;, kinerja tinggi, viewfinder prisma, AF &lt;em&gt;micro adjustment&lt;/em&gt; dan top status LCD). So, 500D saya yakini akan sedikit banyak merusak penjualan 50D.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Supaya artikel ini berimbang, saya sajikan juga prediksi akan produk DSLR yang justru bisa mengganggu penjualan dari EOS 500D :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EOS 40D&lt;/strong&gt; : Inilah produk DSLR yang paling berimbang antara harga dan performa dan berada di kisaran harga yang sama dengan 500D. Bila bukan fitur movie yang jadi target utama anda, dengan harga 10 juta anda sudah bisa mendapat kamera DSLR yang sarat fitur, kinerja tinggi dan bodi yang kokoh tanpa harus menguras kantong terlalu dalam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikon D80 &lt;/strong&gt;: Produk DSLR Nikon paling populer ini masih tetap laris penjualannya meski telah dinyatakan &lt;em&gt;discontinued&lt;/em&gt;. Dengan kualitas tinggi namun punya harga jual dibawah 500D, beberapa orang bisa jadi justru akan memilih DSLR lawas ini meski mungkin sudah semakin jarang ada yang jual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EOS 450D&lt;/strong&gt; : Inilah pesaing nyata dari 500D yang &lt;em&gt;notabene&lt;/em&gt; adalah sang kakak kandungnya sendiri. Harapan banyak orang dengan hadirnya 500D justru turunnya harga 450D ke kisaran 6 jutaan sehingga tidak lagi harus bimbang memilih 450D atau 1000D. Dengan fitur yang lengkap dan sudah amat memadai untuk pemula, EOS 450D saya yakini akan membuat banyak orang lebih memilihnya ketimbang 500D.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikon D5000&lt;/strong&gt;, produk Nikon yang ditujukan untuk menggempur EOS 500D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My comment:&lt;br /&gt;When oh when... *sobbing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2540633303815623946?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2540633303815623946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2540633303815623946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2540633303815623946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2540633303815623946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dream-camera.html' title='my dream camera...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SynsSb-6wBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0L1Ks22dUaw/s72-c/Canon+D500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4439163871105565650</id><published>2009-12-17T08:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:15:40.751+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>my Cloud Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SymFAipwnlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j91j9jh3Qls/s1600-h/n636636007_1756177_7898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SymFAipwnlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j91j9jh3Qls/s400/n636636007_1756177_7898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416006271238184530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Real name:&lt;/b&gt; 김종운 Kim Jongwoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stage name:&lt;/b&gt; 예성 Yesung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese name:&lt;/b&gt; 藝聲 Yi Xing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date of Birth:&lt;/b&gt; August 24, 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; 178 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weight:&lt;/b&gt; 64 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood Type:&lt;/b&gt; AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/b&gt; singing, listening to music, sport, reading, watching movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cyworld:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cyworld.com/ys1106ys" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cyworld.com/ys1106ys&lt;/a&gt; (old usernames include: "cloud3424" - now owned by other users)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casting:&lt;/b&gt; Starlight Casting System 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Member of:&lt;/b&gt; Super Junior, K.R.Y., Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; November 1999, Chunan Gayoje Gold Statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Member Since:&lt;/b&gt; the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trivia Fact:&lt;/b&gt; Yesung is Catholic. He has a younger brother named Jongjin. Can't even drink one bottle of alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4439163871105565650?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4439163871105565650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4439163871105565650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4439163871105565650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4439163871105565650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cloud-prince.html' title='my Cloud Prince'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SymFAipwnlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j91j9jh3Qls/s72-c/n636636007_1756177_7898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7165789043088972119</id><published>2009-12-09T14:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:46:28.865+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Taecyon... Temporary Heart Throbber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx9VrWjMdDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/c63HSH6gP8U/s1600-h/vg-taecyeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx9VrWjMdDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/c63HSH6gP8U/s400/vg-taecyeon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413139480398558258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx9SfePdepI/AAAAAAAAAYk/K-22_xsQYgE/s1600-h/20090124105843964e7_111411_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx9SfePdepI/AAAAAAAAAYk/K-22_xsQYgE/s400/20090124105843964e7_111411_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413135977769958034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dengan ini saya menyatakan bahwa saya adalah salah satu dari&lt;br /&gt;segelintir orang sial yang terkena panah cinta Taecyon!!&lt;br /&gt;He's my type of guy, despite the fact that he is a lot younger.&lt;br /&gt;I've always fancy Bad Boy.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, having them as a boyfriend would be a kind of new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I never had such kind of BF.&lt;br /&gt;This Taecyon is actually not that gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;But his body language really shout aloud!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he looks at you, it seems like he wants to eat you alive!&lt;br /&gt;Sexy!!!&lt;br /&gt;This kind of guy, if he is targetting a girl, he would never stop until he can get her.&lt;br /&gt;WILD!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Taecyon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*but Yesungie is still my number one. I never get bored of him... ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hugs,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JINGGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-7165789043088972119?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7165789043088972119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7165789043088972119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7165789043088972119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7165789043088972119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/taecyon-temporary-heart-throbber.html' title='Taecyon... Temporary Heart Throbber'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx9VrWjMdDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/c63HSH6gP8U/s72-c/vg-taecyeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4158603651550104735</id><published>2009-12-08T14:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:01:05.450+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>She Met My Cloud Prince!!! &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx397rly8UI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AgX043KyKEo/s1600-h/Copy+of+121199167131172f0128gg0.medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx397rly8UI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AgX043KyKEo/s400/Copy+of+121199167131172f0128gg0.medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412761528924565826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fan did a daring action by sneaking to Super Junior's floor in Thailand. Here is the fan account. I took it from soompi.com (yup, I finally can see this forum :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Hi there, I was one of Vietnamese ELF came to SS2 in Thailand xD...so great and so so wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My fan account:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On 27th, I arrived at Dusit Thani, we stayed in Dusit on 27th and left on 28th, there were a lot of interesting things during the concert, but i juz wanna share this thing which is unique i think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the mid night of 27th, we stayed at the hall of Dusit, I and 3 friends of mine to wait for SJ came back from rehearsal. We waited from 11h to the midnight then we were tired so we decided to go to sleep, not waiting them, but because i had a supporting Kangin gift from Vietnam ELF so I MUST give it to one of SJ members directly, that was the only positive way the gift would be delivered to Kangin. So I had an idea at that time, we already knew the room level of SJ which was level 11, so I asked my friends to take an adventure xD...We stayed there so we had the card to enter the lift but I stayed in different building so my card was useless, then we waited for someone who came upstair and we ran into the lift to go wt them xD...We came to level 15, I was afraid that there would be security in front of level 11's lift so I decided that we should go to level 11 through the exit door. That idea juz came by accident xD. Then we waited behind the exit door of level 11, first we decided to wait until SJ came then we will go out and give the gift to whoever we run into..nearly 1 hour later which was 2 am, I decided to open the door and checked, my heart was beating so fast at that time cauze i was very scared about security. Luckily, no one was out there, absolutely empty, so we went around in silence and when we stopped in front of exit door twice, we decided to leave the gift in front of the door which was opposite to the exit door, at that time, we heard the noise came from the lift, we knew that SJ had come back &gt;&lt;..totally freaking out..all my friends came back to the exit door but i was still there, i didnt know why but in my mind that time was juz 1 thing that i must gave this gift to someone, anyone and begged them to give it to Kangin. Whereas i was reluctant, Yesung stood right in front of me &gt;"&lt;..OMG..cannot express my feeling at that time..so so..surprised and like..being shocked. Took that chance, I ran into Yesung and gave the gift into his hand ( which means i had touched his hand &gt;"&lt;), Yesung was totally kind and being nice with me. At first I spoke in English that Please Give This Gift To Kangin, the headphone was on his ear so he took off and seemed that he didnt hear what i said, so i said again WE ARE FROM VIETNAM PLZ GIVE IT TO KANGIN, then he still seemed not to understand so I had to use some Korean and body language &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soompi.com/forums/style_emoticons/default/sad.gif" style="vertical-align: middle; font-style: italic;" emoid=":(" alt="sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(..When he understood that we were from Vietnam, he said "WOW" then smiled, so adorable...but at that time, I saw ZhouMi came by and he saw me then he turned around called someone behind him "HYUNG" then Eunhyuk came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soompi.com/forums/style_emoticons/default/sad.gif" style="vertical-align: middle; font-style: italic;" emoid=":(" alt="sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(..he was so cute too but his face was so cold T-T, he was the one who called SECURITY SARAM to kick us out &gt;"&lt;, then he went straight to his room &gt;"&lt;, so cold...by the way next day i heard that Eunhyuk was hit by a fan in press conference so i could sympathize with his behavior that night. We also saw Donghae and Shindong came across us, they saw us then smiled and went to their room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soompi.com/forums/style_emoticons/default/sad.gif" style="vertical-align: middle; font-style: italic;" emoid=":(" alt="sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...i hate security, they kicked me out when we were planning to take a photo with Yesung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soompi.com/forums/style_emoticons/default/sad.gif" style="vertical-align: middle; font-style: italic;" emoid=":(" alt="sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's all my sweet memories in this trip to Thailand SS2. The main thing is that i had done my task, gave the gift to Sung and now we only hope that he will give it to Kangin and Kangin will take a picture of that then post it xD...pray for that happen everynight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm here to share, so glad that SJ had memorized Vietnam in this concert, we really tried our best to bring VIETNAM to Super Junior &gt;"&lt;...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost crying reading her writing. She met my Prince. A chance that I would wait for as long as I live... What she wrote really touched me. My Prince, indeed, is a SUPER NICE GUY. Look who acted freaky in front of the fans. *Hey, Mitang... That's your man? Geez...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can write a fan account about my Prince one day... I hope I can meet him... No matter how, no matter what, no matter when... I will certainly meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cloud Prince, gidariseyooooo... Chebal yoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hugs,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;Sesange!!! I am soooo in love with this guy... T.T&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE... I can say it 10million times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4158603651550104735?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4158603651550104735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4158603651550104735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4158603651550104735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4158603651550104735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-met-my-cloud-prince.html' title='She Met My Cloud Prince!!! &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sx397rly8UI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AgX043KyKEo/s72-c/Copy+of+121199167131172f0128gg0.medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-679816996327331669</id><published>2009-12-07T14:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:51:18.983+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>This Guy is Poisonous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyzkLF8QSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nqvF-1i-edI/s1600-h/2ebst2a.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyzkLF8QSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nqvF-1i-edI/s400/2ebst2a.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412398286226866466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyzjUGw0EI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ltfHWcuuUYo/s1600-h/289dkis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyzjUGw0EI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ltfHWcuuUYo/s400/289dkis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412398271466360898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is GUILTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;He distracts me from nae Sarang, YESUNGIE...&lt;br /&gt;Give back my heart, NichKhun-ssi... :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-679816996327331669?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/679816996327331669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=679816996327331669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/679816996327331669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/679816996327331669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-guy-is-poisonous.html' title='This Guy is Poisonous'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyzkLF8QSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nqvF-1i-edI/s72-c/2ebst2a.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2751137921729674355</id><published>2009-12-07T08:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:24:47.493+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope floats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><title type='text'>For you in plesters... LOVE LOVE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyRYkN4KEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ss0FbJZA7k0/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyRYkN4KEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ss0FbJZA7k0/s400/hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412360703417264194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Adhit my Love, my Princess, my Breeze…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that you have done so much lately, being too hopeful about something. I can understand that. It is so you. I know that. Your newest passion is overwhelming. You are always that explosive and obsessive. Sometimes your obsession drives you crazy, right? Calm down and listen to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the word FAILURE knocks your door, once again. I still remembered that rejection letter that you received 25th of November, 2009 just a day before you sent your application letter to Seoul. Indeed, you are a very strong person. You have proven me that you can pull yourself out of misery after a “NO”. I give you a standing ovation. Finally you gave a try for something that you are passionate about. I am glad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this chance is not yours. Hey, don’t you remember that failure doesn’t mean the end of the world? Come on. I am sure you are stronger than this. Get up and stand up again. Run for your dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you might be sad now. No, you are not sad, you are devastated, you are broken hearted, extremely disappointed and angry. Okay, I will give you a grief time for about a week, after that you have to be as optimistic as before, as cheerful as before, as notorious as before, as flirty as before, as brave as before, the words might go on and on, Darling... ;D&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think that I don’t see you get weepy everytime you think about this chance? You look outside the window and your mind start to wander the wishful thinking. I look at it every single day, until now you get another “NO” and you break down. It is okay, it is normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky. Still blue? Yes, the sky is blue, but it doesn’t mean it’s in blue. The sky is blue which means it is not gonnabe rainy. Now, paint your heart light blue and smile. Feel the breeze that brushes your hairs. Remember that you always enjoy it? Go out and feel the touch of the breeze… and you know what? Although you are failed, the breeze is still as gentle as before, the sky is still light blue, and the sun is still shining. See? Failure doesn’t mean the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still want to weep? Should I dial Yesung’s number for you? Believe me, when he hears you sad, he will take the next flight to Indonesia to give you a warm embrace. That’s what you miss about him, huh?? Should I call him for you??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, your smile finally shines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be sad. That is not the only chance that you might get. Believe me there will always be other chances waiting. You just need to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall that Allah always gives what you want?? Sometimes Allah gives what you want in merely seconds, but sometimes Allah delay your wishes until the time is right. Maybe this time is not right for you. Trust me, the miracle will happen. You just need to pursue it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon don’t be sad. Don’t make Thynie, Urif, and other people who are hopeful to you feel sad. You have to stand up for them. Thynie had given her best to help you and you have given your best to write your letter. The letter is not bad, probably it is slipped somewhere and the committee did not see it. See, this is just a slipped chance. I am sure you will make it better next time. I promise you that Allah has provided you a nicer place. Maybe a place full of gorgeous guy? Hehehehe… don’t stop hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Adhit, I love you. I love you so much. I know all the things that you have been longing for. Be patient. They will come after you when the time is right. It’s all merely about time. Always about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can learn much. I hope you can stand tall and never stop trying. You are the best and you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day and back to your cheerful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;JINGGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:&lt;br /&gt;This is a letter for you when you failed the scholarship. I hope you can smile reading it. I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt; JEONGMAL SARANGHAE, ADHIT-SSI.. HIMNEYO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2751137921729674355?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2751137921729674355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2751137921729674355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2751137921729674355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2751137921729674355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-you-in-plesters-love-love-love.html' title='For you in plesters... LOVE LOVE LOVE'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SxyRYkN4KEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ss0FbJZA7k0/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7328658056439870145</id><published>2009-11-13T10:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:58:16.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyworld.. Oh Cyworld... -_-''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SvzYlOFaR5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/iF49wihEAxQ/s1600-h/prob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SvzYlOFaR5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/iF49wihEAxQ/s400/prob2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403431786885302162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Complete failure?&lt;br /&gt;Fatal stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;Or just merely sleepy eyes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it means!!!&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JINGGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-7328658056439870145?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7328658056439870145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7328658056439870145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7328658056439870145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7328658056439870145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/11/cyworld-oh-cyworld.html' title='Cyworld.. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuavX8x66MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/I-PU_VUsw3M/s400/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397194029437479106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Angels a.k.a Lee Teuk fans&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you better be on your bended knee asking for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;You dearest one, Lee Teuk, has made the biggest fault by kissing this unsignificant girl.&lt;br /&gt;Is he your real Angel?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, pursue the girl.&lt;br /&gt;Chase her.&lt;br /&gt;Strangle her.&lt;br /&gt;Mince her into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Feed her to sharks near Jeju Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this is created with photoshop or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;This is Super Duper REAL.&lt;br /&gt;Go look yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an E.L.F, I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;As a Cloud, I am relieved that my Cloud Prince is remained untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my biggest sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;JINGGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-158157045814321403?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/158157045814321403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=158157045814321403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/158157045814321403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/158157045814321403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-angels-die.html' title='the day the Angels die...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuavX8x66MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/I-PU_VUsw3M/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-6815141090620609092</id><published>2009-10-26T09:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:41:39.603+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise surprise....'/><title type='text'>my 'lil Sis, RAWKS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKpS-AtjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XTOve0QtCIY/s1600-h/1025162949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKpS-AtjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XTOve0QtCIY/s400/1025162949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396731433056253490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKqBQV1uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2854j-TZGPI/s1600-h/1025164051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKqBQV1uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2854j-TZGPI/s400/1025164051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396731445481166562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKp32IacI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5zS8S3dY3V8/s1600-h/1025164041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKp32IacI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5zS8S3dY3V8/s400/1025164041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396731442955315650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKplisbeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xdkdpz1avWI/s1600-h/1025164020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKplisbeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xdkdpz1avWI/s400/1025164020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396731438041951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU MY LITTLE SISTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photo taken yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Junior Championship of TaeKwonDo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brawijaya University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sis won the 2nd place....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUGOHETEOYO, Sa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, she's with the red vest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-6815141090620609092?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/6815141090620609092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=6815141090620609092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6815141090620609092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6815141090620609092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-very-proud-of-you-my-little-sister.html' title='my &apos;lil Sis, RAWKS!!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuUKpS-AtjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XTOve0QtCIY/s72-c/1025162949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5456171754778230480</id><published>2009-10-22T15:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:11:02.293+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuAhcl60qCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QOkSYY2M2vM/s1600-h/0531ingabackstage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuAhcl60qCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QOkSYY2M2vM/s400/0531ingabackstage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395349128688740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A celebrity…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job where it’s confirmed from the front, behind…and beside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front, they have fans who love them, and celebrities are smiling while watching those fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind them, there are several arrows flying at and piercing their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally, the flying arrows sometimes even pierce the fans that are in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On both sides, there are masses of people are watching over their front and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if their back becomes covered in blood from the arrows piercing from behind, they must smile for the sake of the fans that cheer them on and support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they smile and work hard till the end, the public who’s watching them on both sides will slowly move to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However if they can’t handle it, and if they’re upsetted a little, (the public) moves to the back and even shoots arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities don’t know how many people are behind them, or what kind of people or what reason they have for shooting the arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re not allowed to turn around and find out either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if they turn around, the fans in the front will become completely shocked when they see the arrows that pierced their back, and the moment they turn, their entire body will be struck with arrows…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what kind of people are shooting the arrows, what kind of expression they have, or what thoughts run through their minds as they shoot the arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that they simply enjoy the act itself, and they like it if new celebrities (especially ones with lots of past personal life) come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live on stage and die on the internet…a job where it’s confirmed from front, back and side…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……that is a celebrity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lee Hyuk Jae - SJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5456171754778230480?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5456171754778230480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5456171754778230480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5456171754778230480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5456171754778230480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrities.html' title=''/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SuAhcl60qCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QOkSYY2M2vM/s72-c/0531ingabackstage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4591498885518760168</id><published>2009-10-10T20:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:01:46.121+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When He Holds His HEARTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOBy41E_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2hOr9pzRIDA/s1600-h/n1279547428_30059852_9822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390964915453629426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOBy41E_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2hOr9pzRIDA/s400/n1279547428_30059852_9822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOBU_apQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bn9yGOsmjbU/s1600-h/Yesunghdfgvsjkldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390964907428193538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOBU_apQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bn9yGOsmjbU/s400/Yesunghdfgvsjkldg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOBE0H9HI/AAAAAAAAAVU/irWQavqXSxs/s1600-h/200793025023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390964903085864050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOBE0H9HI/AAAAAAAAAVU/irWQavqXSxs/s400/200793025023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOAV6ta0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/B5cuUVa_0Sk/s1600-h/200793022215du0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390964890497018690" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCI3ZQvXXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ru_lUa11WC0/s400/4780_99633576007_636636007_2505804_2581255_n.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4591498885518760168?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4591498885518760168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4591498885518760168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4591498885518760168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4591498885518760168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/10/he.html' title='When He Holds His HEARTS'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/StCOBy41E_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2hOr9pzRIDA/s72-c/n1279547428_30059852_9822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2319086247270637887</id><published>2009-10-06T11:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:07:02.490+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>World’s Within – a short tale of my broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Ssrd_g7fwRI/AAAAAAAAATk/4uptG8bLbhU/s1600-h/9c7155de6a1900_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Ssrd_g7fwRI/AAAAAAAAATk/4uptG8bLbhU/s400/9c7155de6a1900_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389363987343196434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday I stayed up pretty late. Not only because of my translation work, but also I am watching a K-Drama entitled World Within.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The thing that really stroke me in the heart was the existence of the actor. I asked my sis, she said he is Hyun Bin. He is so damn gorgeous and cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If you pay attention to my love rush lately, you’ll see that my first husband, YeSung, is not that kind of guy. He’s cool indeed, but he is not that super duper gorgeous. This Hyun Bin guy really hit me hard. I hardly blinked during the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But the saddest news came from my little sis. Yup, she told me that Hyun Bin and Hye Kyo are couple. My worlds turned into hell… I am really sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My point is, Hye Kyo is so beautiful. She can have any guys she wants, but why she took my first K-drama love, Hyun Bin. I really wanna cry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bye Hyun Bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I can’t like you further when Hye Kyo is fooling around in your room. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;/adhit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&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/4755470942908773531-2319086247270637887?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2319086247270637887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2319086247270637887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2319086247270637887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2319086247270637887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/10/worlds-within-short-tale-of-my-broken.html' title='World’s Within – a short tale of my broken heart'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Ssrd_g7fwRI/AAAAAAAAATk/4uptG8bLbhU/s72-c/9c7155de6a1900_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8126023613423437</id><published>2009-09-29T09:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:37:40.027+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Donghae facts from EASY magazine (Chinese)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SsFt0Ceef3I/AAAAAAAAATc/tpfALOooz-Q/s1600-h/donghaesleeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SsFt0Ceef3I/AAAAAAAAATc/tpfALOooz-Q/s400/donghaesleeps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386707370097147762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Donghae&lt;/b&gt; resides on the 4th storey of a small apartment. everyday after school, he would press the bell of his neighbor's house (1st storey) and run away, until he got caught once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ If I were your neighbor I will forgive you as long as you give me unlimited supply of Super Junior concert ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. he often forget his hat, cellphone or similar items. he would look high and low for his hat, when he already wore it. once he was chatting with another member on the phone and said: "i forgotten my phone, i'm gonna go up and take it."&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baka!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. he's a crybaby, soft-hearted and thinks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ Let's cry together, DongHae Darl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#800080--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the best place he likes to keep his savings in, is the water dispenser bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ Bank is standing there for a reason, Dude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if someone tells him he's short, he'll definitely go online and search for ways to grow taller and drinks only milk and soy milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ I am happy to be short. Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. he'll turn into a beast if he's on stage preforming U. when he had eyes contact with the members, they'll think that his stares is so not human.&lt;br /&gt;~~LOL? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Donghae&lt;/b&gt; used to play at the public bath house with his friends, using the bathhouse like a swimming pool, thus making all the ahjusshis there angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ DongHae? Naked?? Awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Donghae&lt;/b&gt; who is quite weak in health, often loses sleep at night. Sungmin who lives with him would fall asleep easily at the count of three, leaving Donghae to roll and flip around in bed trying to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ Need accompany?? *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. during the 3rd year in elementary school, the teacher wrongly accused Donghae of taking away the attendance book &amp;amp; punished him in the teachers office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If he has a girlfriend, he'll like to give her a tour around his hometown, Mokpo, and let her know the place he grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ I will do anything with you... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Before he debuted, he was afraid of taking the aeroplane, so he never went to any of the 3 school trip to Jeju Island during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ Same here!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Donghae&lt;/b&gt;, who is sensitive to his surroundings, will not be able to fall asleep for the whole night if he is sleeping elsewhere other than home. Its because he felt insecure when he does not see anything familiar to him in the surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Donghae&lt;/b&gt; left a msg titled "ELF I LOVE YOU" in the fancafe and sungmin called him and told him he got the title wrong. he typed LOVE as LVOE and he was so embarrassed. &lt;b&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#800080--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ His English is.... BAD! But no problem! We can talk with our Tarzan language *LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. when &lt;b&gt;Kibum&lt;/b&gt; first came to Korea, Donghae's the 1st person to hug him and welcome him. awwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. when he was small, he played games with his friend that needed them to be divided in groups. Whichever group that he is in, will always lose in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. he once promised his father that under any circumstances, he will not drink alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ I promise you that I will not drink alcohol too :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#800080--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. No matter how much he eats, he will not gain fat. Whenever he feels like he had gain a bit of weight, he'll exercise. And the first place to slim down is his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ Envy you! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Donghae is really afraid of &lt;b&gt;Shindong's snoring,&lt;/b&gt; and his loud breathing while sleeping scares him too. Its almost impossible to sleep at night, for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. He likes the feeling of being protected, being cared for. &amp;amp; because he'll feel lonely easily, he never eats alone. He needs to have someone to eat with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ You can eat with me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;Donghae&lt;/b&gt; dislikes pink alot.. because opposite his bed is Sungmin's wardrobe and it's full of pinkish stuffs, clothes, dolls, pillow, bags and shoes are all pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ Poor DongHae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#800080--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. He's not really good at searching things online. He doesn't really even know how to use 'Naver' to search. Thus he doesn't like going online, not to mention shopping online too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Donghae really admires those taxi drivers and public transport drivers. Not only because his father used to be a taxi driver, but also because he himself will feel tired and aches all over after driving for half an hour and thus find those people impressive as they can drive all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~ I will drive for you in our honeymoon :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;translated by *-meLon`|| &amp;amp; carolynx @ soompi; original article found on sjbluecn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-8126023613423437?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8126023613423437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8126023613423437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8126023613423437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8126023613423437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/09/donghae-facts-from-easy-magazine.html' title='Donghae facts from EASY magazine (Chinese)'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SsFt0Ceef3I/AAAAAAAAATc/tpfALOooz-Q/s72-c/donghaesleeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2627569927044972390</id><published>2009-09-24T10:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:23:57.457+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Dear Prince of Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SrrlOXjbznI/AAAAAAAAATM/aZ5HHdVqYk4/s1600-h/yesung+and+the+wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SrrlOXjbznI/AAAAAAAAATM/aZ5HHdVqYk4/s400/yesung+and+the+wind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384868339478417010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second time of writing a love letter... for a guy&lt;br /&gt;and make a confession...&lt;br /&gt;in public *which public, by the way... xixixixi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince  of Cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am blessing the day I heard you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been quite sometimes that I listen to your voice. Everytime.. Everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince  of Cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't no longer counting the day without you hovering in my head. I don't mean to be hurtful, but I have to say that it ain't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have tried to say that you are just a cloud. Easy to see, but difficult to touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince  of Cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have embraced the moments when you are near in my heart. It is such a relieve to know that you are doing just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, your choice has made your life turns into something different, but it is good. Now you can see yourselves smiling brightly each time you hear us, E.L.F., screams your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you are there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are there for us, for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince  of Cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize that your life is not that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are abandoned, left out and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But you know that sometimes silence is peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Loneliness grows the better side of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince  of Cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are gorgeaus inside out. You know that. I believe that sooner or later, the truth will be revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The shell will be opened, and the beautiful pearl will shine brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And that shining pearl is you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince  of Cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not feel lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is always me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is always us, E.L.F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and we know who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't have to act it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't hide your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Coz I will wipe it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince  of Cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;난 널 사랑해!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-jingga-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2627569927044972390?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2627569927044972390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2627569927044972390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2627569927044972390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2627569927044972390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-prince-of-cloud.html' title='Dear Prince of Cloud'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SrrlOXjbznI/AAAAAAAAATM/aZ5HHdVqYk4/s72-c/yesung+and+the+wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4335966710207740062</id><published>2009-09-10T12:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:44:32.168+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Shooting LOVE Arrows to him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqiSEW8TrUI/AAAAAAAAATE/10EugKNcJqA/s1600-h/yesung_suju-200906280944462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqiSEW8TrUI/AAAAAAAAATE/10EugKNcJqA/s400/yesung_suju-200906280944462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379710358469717314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 널 사랑해!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4335966710207740062?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4335966710207740062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4335966710207740062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4335966710207740062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4335966710207740062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/09/shooting-love-arrows-to-him.html' title='Shooting LOVE Arrows to him...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqiSEW8TrUI/AAAAAAAAATE/10EugKNcJqA/s72-c/yesung_suju-200906280944462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4772471105501713860</id><published>2009-09-08T10:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:02:30.366+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Love Message from Super Junior to ELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqXWUeYrtzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6fcw9mXyWoE/s1600-h/super-junior-011-247371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqXWUeYrtzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6fcw9mXyWoE/s400/super-junior-011-247371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378940977206245170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: who are you~ i’m ELF~who are you~?&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: how can u speak in an impolite way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Eunhyuk oppa are u watching low-class movie? heard just got stuck!&lt;br /&gt;Eunhyuk: I’m watching DBSK’s wang dao wen! got unmasked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:kyunhyun oppa your eyelashes are open so naturally, oopa so handsome&lt;br /&gt;Kyunhyun: I also think so, hehe, I very handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Uncle Teuk!!! is your age suitable to be called an uncle??!! KKKK&lt;br /&gt;Angle teuk: HOW CAN I BE!!!!! I’m a oppa!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Oppa.. regardless anything just say something….??please please please???&lt;br /&gt;Kyunhyun: something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Donghae oppa!!! really!!! getting married with an ELF??!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Eunhyuk: I disagree to the marrage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: oppa. so refined and handsome,did you eat something special?&lt;br /&gt;Kyuhyun: I ate your love for me, causing me to get drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Flowers.Pretty.Boy.Continous.Lock.Horrors.Incident!!! you are the best!! ^0^~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: Your seeking death~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: oppa?? all your fans who are my friends recieved your reply and have been boasting about it in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: You should go and boast now. Dont lose out to your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: super junior silly~ childish~charming~^0^ chindish super junior~~~&lt;br /&gt;Kyunhyun: Reflection!(i think he meant same to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: In radioshows please appear more! kyunhyun!&lt;br /&gt;Kyunhyun: Hyungs dont allow me to interupt..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Kangin must hold responsibility toward leeteuk!!&lt;br /&gt;Kangin: i would hold responsibility even if you dont say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Leeteuk is mine&lt;br /&gt;Donghae: he’s mine….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:teuk oppa. so poor thing. get bullied everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Leeteuk: NO!! it’s kangin who get bullied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Is cinderella HanKyung’s or Simba’s?&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: Am i an item? *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Oppa, Marry U very Handsome~!! always 13~ Remember!?!? We love you! ELF will prepare something for you! be prepared to get touched till you cry!&lt;br /&gt;Leetuek: laugh cannot?? must cry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: There is only 13 members in super junior right?&lt;br /&gt;Kyuhyun: There is 14~ from leeteuk to Elf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:No matter who say anything, we will protect super junior&lt;br /&gt;Kangin:When did it become ELF protecting us? SUJU should protect ELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Didnt you say it will be only 13… so irritating… so tiring…&lt;br /&gt;Angel Teuk: tired of keeping that promise… sorry … i will hold on to that promise as i’m the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:getting worship, and having to face oppa… what did you get?&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: my mum’s nagging, getting angry, electricity bills, dropping of results, but forever ELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Complete me. Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Kangin: Are you crazy? stay with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Is there a time where leeteuk bully Kangin?&lt;br /&gt;Kangin:Do i look like someone who would get bullied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Oppa, get hit by my love arrow!&lt;br /&gt;Sungmin: i got shot already…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Oppa you are not suppose to go anywhere or change.&lt;br /&gt;250: toilet too?&lt;br /&gt;(ps i gt no idea wad is 250)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Oppa i bought a cloth shoe. bt it was in suchh a poor quality that everything is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Donghae: OMO! Where did you bought it from?we shall go together and exchange while holding hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Oppa. I cant sleep. the mosquito are the cause! Help me get revenge!&lt;br /&gt;Donghae: Pass to me their address and name. i help you get revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Because we love you so we apologise.&lt;br /&gt;Donghae: Sorry because we love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:It’s always us touching oppa&lt;br /&gt;Donghae:It’s your love and affection for us that makes you the ELFs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: If my eyes arent opening for you. i might as well close them.&lt;br /&gt;Leetuek: If we are performing on stage without your support, we shouldnt even perform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: What do oppa eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Kangin: What if i said leeteuk oppa? will i get scolded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Kangteuk is history. Euntuek is present.&lt;br /&gt;Kaingin: Who are you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Hankyung. i had a bet with my friend on the phone just now. If you dont reply. i can cant dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Hankyung: i’m replying. dont neglate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Calling for Hankyung.Calling for Hangkyung. Your body shape so good. what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;Hangkyung: Ask my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: hi Hankyung. I like you and i think you are a great person. jiayou! i will continue to support you.You must be careful. the acting career is very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Hankyung: i just need to be myself. no metter what they do i’m still myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Hangkyung, why did u reply the others except mine? i hate you. roll on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Hangkyung: get up. the floor is dirty. listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: God. why did you play such a pank on us? ir u dont reply me i will roll on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Hangkyung:Get up.. So dirty… Why is everyone playing on the floor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Hangkyung Oppa. i dreamt of you many time already. i cant wait for your to appear in my dream naked.&lt;br /&gt;Hankyung: Such a bad habit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Is there such thing called love?&lt;br /&gt;Leeteuk: Then what are we made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: marry me&lt;br /&gt;Kyuhyun: you must get permission from sungmin oppa first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Oppa. i finally got the tickets. i will be wearing heechul’s clothes. look out for me.&lt;br /&gt;Angel Teuk: wearing heechul’s clothes? from where?? oppa will find youZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: I love you. all 13 members will remain forever together. must stay happy&lt;br /&gt;Angel Teuk: having the elfs we will be happy. i love you… must stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Super junior has to be proud to be such great singers.giving us elf hope. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Angel Teuk: Thank you.. if we dont have you we will be living for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF:Oppa are you really humans? Why are you so handsome?&lt;br /&gt;Eunhyuk: i’m not human~i’m jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: wow! i got a reply! i can die without any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Heechul: is this your will??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: we’ll meet in your 3rd album.&lt;br /&gt;Heechul:if you dont wait for us you will be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: hankyung. you must stay healthy, i sent u enough u dont have to reply.&lt;br /&gt;Hangkyung: i replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF: Grandpa…. beat you…&lt;br /&gt;Hangkyung: so daring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch: God is filled with luck. where got so slim like you guys? only handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Hangkyung: New type of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR:http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_6025bbab0100empw.html&lt;br /&gt;Translated from chinese to eng by: limminhyo:)@sj-world.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts like ice cream!!!&lt;br /&gt;We love you back, SuJu!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4772471105501713860?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4772471105501713860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4772471105501713860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4772471105501713860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4772471105501713860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-message-from-super-junior-to-elf.html' title='Love Message from Super Junior to ELF'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqXWUeYrtzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6fcw9mXyWoE/s72-c/super-junior-011-247371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5974855861421323489</id><published>2009-09-08T09:21:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:42:06.079+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K - Love'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Eun Hyuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqXCAVeJFdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/okrPX60cToY/s1600-h/070909photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqXCAVeJFdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/okrPX60cToY/s400/070909photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378918640983283154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic credit : sujunesia.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like this following picture.&lt;br /&gt;This is EunHyuk of Super Junior with his romantic look.&lt;br /&gt;This picture is entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EunHyuk is the Dancing Machine of Suju...&lt;br /&gt;Aigooooooooooooo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5974855861421323489?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5974855861421323489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5974855861421323489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5974855861421323489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5974855861421323489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovin-super-junior.html' title='Lovin&apos; Eun Hyuk'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SqXCAVeJFdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/okrPX60cToY/s72-c/070909photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8468712940394904741</id><published>2009-08-12T11:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:43:13.999+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><title type='text'>Another K-Craze... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SoJEzm0vDHI/AAAAAAAAASs/y6V-zysrZr4/s1600-h/Mooky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SoJEzm0vDHI/AAAAAAAAASs/y6V-zysrZr4/s400/Mooky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368929359164804210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!! Okay!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that these guys are driving me nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;Starting from my lil sis, and I'm telling you that it is CONTAGIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sitting in the front row of a ROLLER COASTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;jingga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-8468712940394904741?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8468712940394904741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8468712940394904741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8468712940394904741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8468712940394904741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-k-craze-d.html' title='Another K-Craze... :D'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SoJEzm0vDHI/AAAAAAAAASs/y6V-zysrZr4/s72-c/Mooky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3537411750691188479</id><published>2009-08-12T11:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:25:12.517+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DokiDoki'/><title type='text'>Punch the air!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SoJDkHDI7FI/AAAAAAAAASk/jHHijf6DpfA/s1600-h/Myuuung%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SoJDkHDI7FI/AAAAAAAAASk/jHHijf6DpfA/s400/Myuuung%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368927993425620050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Doki-doki!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sitting in a roller coaster :D&lt;br /&gt;*gak penting banget sihhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;Who's started this Korean craze???!!!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3537411750691188479?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3537411750691188479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3537411750691188479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3537411750691188479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3537411750691188479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/08/punch-air.html' title='Punch the air!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SoJDkHDI7FI/AAAAAAAAASk/jHHijf6DpfA/s72-c/Myuuung%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1148369093058474519</id><published>2009-07-23T08:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:22:12.943+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>Top 10 MAC Eye Shadow (according to Dunia Dandan_FD)</title><content type='html'>1. Sumptuous Olive&lt;br /&gt;2. Trax&lt;br /&gt;3. Shroom&lt;br /&gt;4. Carbon&lt;br /&gt;5. Crystal Avalanche&lt;br /&gt;6. Aquadisiac&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Humid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cranberry&lt;br /&gt;9. Amber Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- / message --&gt;&lt;!-- sig --&gt; 10. Freshwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make mine after I tried some of 'em :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1148369093058474519?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1148369093058474519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1148369093058474519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1148369093058474519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1148369093058474519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-10-mac-eye-shadow-according-to.html' title='Top 10 MAC Eye Shadow (according to Dunia Dandan_FD)'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-242336525058112089</id><published>2009-07-18T16:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:27:49.404+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise surprise....'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday (Presents) *hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWHFxFVuPI/AAAAAAAAASM/sGnEz6oPAGQ/s1600-h/P7020787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWHFxFVuPI/AAAAAAAAASM/sGnEz6oPAGQ/s400/P7020787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360839464599271666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a present from a very good "friend". He gave me this (finally) after a few weeks of my&lt;br /&gt;birthday :D. Inside you can see there are two scarves (love them all), a lip gloss, and an eu de toilette. Cute!! Thanks An!!&lt;br /&gt;(he made the box himself too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWHFs8cPGI/AAAAAAAAASE/yt_xetmHeoY/s1600-h/P7020771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWHFs8cPGI/AAAAAAAAASE/yt_xetmHeoY/s400/P7020771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360839463488207970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWIm0HOeKI/AAAAAAAAASU/ahsiEXvcofQ/s1600-h/P7020770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWIm0HOeKI/AAAAAAAAASU/ahsiEXvcofQ/s400/P7020770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360841131859802274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gift from a fellow teacher. His name is Mr. Andreas Greck. He is still young, but he has become an Opa recently. I am so happy for it, since his grand daughter is super duper cute girl with big blue eyes. She is such a candy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Katelynn Greck.&lt;br /&gt;Here she is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWJUphVPiI/AAAAAAAAASc/j2nNCoZignw/s1600-h/Katelynn+Greck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWJUphVPiI/AAAAAAAAASc/j2nNCoZignw/s400/Katelynn+Greck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360841919290490402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to the topic. At the end of his period in Indonesia, Herr Greck (he will be upset if I keep on calling him Mr. or Herr) gave me a package. There is one letter, a swan and two frogs. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are made of EUROS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jep, Euros!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am confused about how to spend it since the box looks very cute and Herr Greck has spent quite some time to make this Origami thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Guys...&lt;br /&gt;You make my birthday joyful and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-242336525058112089?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/242336525058112089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=242336525058112089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/242336525058112089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/242336525058112089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-birthday-presents-hehehe.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday (Presents) *hehehe'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWHFxFVuPI/AAAAAAAAASM/sGnEz6oPAGQ/s72-c/P7020787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5040950502555073217</id><published>2009-07-14T16:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:11:32.970+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise surprise....'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the World Baby NAINA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWE075MFNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3yjk_hHOfik/s1600-h/P7110854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWE075MFNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3yjk_hHOfik/s320/P7110854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360836976420066514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name is Naina Sudiar Raihany. She is the first daughter of my best friend Eri and his wife, Elmy. She was born very quickly and she doesn't cry too much. Good girl!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best for your future, Little Darling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big huggy from Aunty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5040950502555073217?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5040950502555073217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5040950502555073217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5040950502555073217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5040950502555073217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-world-baby-naina.html' title='Welcome to the World Baby NAINA!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SmWE075MFNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3yjk_hHOfik/s72-c/P7110854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7755785273330666633</id><published>2009-06-24T17:58:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:12:09.077+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise surprise....'/><title type='text'>Two sweet Geschenk from Germany</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;I can only tell a very short report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SkIHZkrZPmI/AAAAAAAAARs/9R6OPdP2m0U/s1600-h/P6240209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SkIHZkrZPmI/AAAAAAAAARs/9R6OPdP2m0U/s320/P6240209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350847443193380450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herr Andreas Grupp (Elektronikschule Tettnang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today Herr Grupp is finally arrived in VEDC after his flight was delayed for a loooooooong time! In his email, he asked me whether he should bring me something I want. Me, I can't tell what I want since I know he is a very nice person, and I don't want to make a burden for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my email I wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;I decided to believe in your instinct as a father of 3 daughters, Sir... :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;(or maybe four, since Dian always told me that you are her Deutscher Vater)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And he brought me these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SkIIXpTy90I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fJcrEX4Auos/s1600-h/0624175507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SkIIXpTy90I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fJcrEX4Auos/s320/0624175507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350848509588469570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small thing is a pin. I always want that pin since I know Frau Idama has one when she visited TEttnang two years ago. She said, the pin is specially given only for special people who came to Elektronikschule Tettnang. I decided to spend my biggest gut to ask for this stuffs. He agreed to bring me one pin, and I am flying away in the sky because of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black box is an eyeshadow. And yes, it is a MAC!!! MAC Black Tied...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear Lord, am I dreaming???? I never have the guts to dream having this eye shadow since it is very expensive. In rupiahs it might cost you Rp. 185.000. I am trying to be reasonable by erasing it from my wish list. Today, my dream eye shadow has become a true reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vielen dank, Herr Grupp!!!! *wide grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-7755785273330666633?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7755785273330666633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7755785273330666633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7755785273330666633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7755785273330666633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-sweet-geschenk-from-germany.html' title='Two sweet Geschenk from Germany'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SkIHZkrZPmI/AAAAAAAAARs/9R6OPdP2m0U/s72-c/P6240209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4752588868858232067</id><published>2009-06-17T09:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:56:31.926+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beli beli'/><title type='text'>Recommended Shade of MAC eye shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beach-and-rainforest.com/image-files/02-mac-eye-shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.beach-and-rainforest.com/image-files/02-mac-eye-shadows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Temptalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blacks&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Black Tied, Carbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blues&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Deep Truth, Freshwater, Moon’s Reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Browns&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Amber Lights, Bronze, &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Woodwinked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Golds&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Goldmine, Gorgeous Gold, Juiced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grays&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Silvers&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Knight Divine, Print, Silver Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greens&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Humid, Juxt, Velvet Moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neutrals/highlighters&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Dazzlelight, Ricepaper, Vex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oranges&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Mythology, Orange, Rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pinks&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Da Bling, Passionate, Pen ‘N’ Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purples&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Parfait Amour, Satellite Dreams, Stars N’ Rockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teals&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Aquadisiac, Shimmermoss, Surreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whites&lt;/b&gt; &gt;&gt; Chill, Crystal Avalanche, Gesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine? None...&lt;br /&gt;I only have one MAC pigment shade Golden Olive.&lt;br /&gt;Love it!!! And the good thing is, it will last a life time...&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;(I bought 1 full jar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try MAC eyeshadow, but I'd rather buying the second handed since it is very expensive to buy it new...&lt;br /&gt;I plan to buy an eye shadow &lt;a href="http://fashionesedaily.com/forum/showthread.php?t=2802&amp;amp;page=7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://fashionesedaily.com/forum/showpost.php?p=797003&amp;amp;postcount=11"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4752588868858232067?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4752588868858232067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4752588868858232067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4752588868858232067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4752588868858232067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/recommended-shade-of-mac-eye-shadows.html' title='Recommended Shade of MAC eye shadows'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3675580104381437564</id><published>2009-06-12T14:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:23:36.167+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish and fun'/><title type='text'>7 Ways to Annoy a Flight Attendant</title><content type='html'>I got this article from &lt;a href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-interests-28078669;_ylc=X3oDMTF2YWJnM21wBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjcxOTQ4MQRzZWMDZnAtdG9kYXltb2QEc2xrA2Fubm95YXR0ZW5kYW50LTYtMi0wOQ--"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/fi/22/91/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 218px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/fi/22/91/55.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Bring your pet on the plane and then act like an animal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Over the years, I've seen a pet on a passenger's lap, a pet tucked into a seatback pocket, and a pet loose in the aisle (I nearly hit one with my beverage cart). All of this is against federal regulations. People tell me how well-behaved their pet is, but they can't follow the rules themselves! Your pet must stay in its carrier while you're on the plane. Yes, even if you've paid a "pet-in-cabin" fee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Shove your bag into the first bin you see and then walk to your seat in the back of the plane.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You think you're clever, I know. You expect to grab your bag on your way out of the plane, but you're selfishly inconveniencing others. I can't lie and say we flight attendants don't take some small satisfaction when we tell you, "We couldn't identify the bag's owner, so we sent it to cargo." It's a security issue, for real. Carry-ons need to stay near their owners! So don't look so shocked when we say, "The signs will direct you to baggage claim. You can pick up your bag there."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Think that because you're on an airplane you're off-duty as a parent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stop expecting us to have spare diapers, formula, medicine, toys, playing cards, or batteries for DVD players or Game Boys. It's an airplane, not a 7-11. Take your kid to the restroom before you board. Leave the dry cereal and Legos at home and bring snacks and toys for your kids that won't make a horrible mess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Drag on an oversize bag that's too heavy for you to lift by yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I won't be compensated for any injuries I might sustain if I heft your bag into the overhead compartment for you. (And other passengers shouldn't have to step up and take the risk either.) The guideline is simple: You pack it, you stack it. Try this at home as a test (and this is to you ladies, especially): After you've packed your bag, put on the shoes you plan to wear on the plane and see if you can lift your bag and place it on top of your refrigerator. You can't? Pay the fee and check the bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Gripe that you haven't been seated in a roomy exit-row seat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The exit rows weren't created as a reward for people who are tall, overweight, or just plain nice. They were designed to help passengers get out of the plane in an emergency. The people seated in an exit row must be able to see and speak clearly, open the emergency door, and help others. I prefer to see uniformed military, firefighters, law-enforcement officers, or off-duty pilots and flight attendants sitting in those seats. While the gate agent may assign exit-row seats first, the flight attendant makes the final determination about who gets to sit in them. And the quality of our choices is one of the frequent concerns of Federal Aviation Administration officials when they audit airlines for safety practices. So please don't complain. I'm just doing my job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Act like you don't know the meaning of the words "under the seat in front of you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someday I will be muttering "under the seat in front of you" in the old-age home for flight attendants. What is it that you don't understand? To be clear, items should not be stowed behind your calves, under your feet like a footstool, in the open seat next to you, or in your lap. It's under the seat in front of you. And it applies to everything you carry on board. Items stored carelessly can trip others, or dislodge during takeoff and get lost, or inconvenience others. And while I'm on the topic: Please don't wrap your purse (or umbrella strap) around your ankle to keep from forgetting it. What will happen in an emergency, when every second counts and there's no time to disentangle yourself from your precious bag? Will you drag it ball-and-chain-style down the aisle of a burning plane?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Whine about the high price of flying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I hear people complain about coach airfares, I know they're not keeping up with the news. Fares have rarely been cheaper. In recent years, it's not uncommon for you to be able to cross the continent for under $130 each way, with a maximum of one layover. It's a bargain! At that price, you're barely paying for the fuel to get your body there—never mind the cost of shipping your 50 pounds of gear. You're already on the gravy plane. People point to first class ticket holders and want to know why they don't get the same treatment. Wake up folks: You're getting a great deal. If you want even more, pay more!&lt;/p&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;People, please behave yourselves!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3675580104381437564?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3675580104381437564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3675580104381437564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3675580104381437564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3675580104381437564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-ways-to-annoy-flight-attendant.html' title='7 Ways to Annoy a Flight Attendant'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5254763241464980</id><published>2009-06-11T16:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:21:21.030+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>Thanks NenoQ for the free L'oreal HiP Gel Liners... *waiting patiently</title><content type='html'>As you might have guessed...&lt;br /&gt;Again I am in my deepest curiosity about gel liners.&lt;br /&gt;I was asking some friends about it, and it is indeed drooling.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I want now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://juvenescent.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/20070105_l__oreal-hip-019_2__small.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://juvenescent.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/20070105_l__oreal-hip-019_2__small.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not too pricey, yet it has great reviews. Suddenly I was reminded that a forum friend sold this a long time ago. Her forum name is &lt;a href="http://putriwulandari.blogdetik.com/"&gt;NenoQ&lt;/a&gt;. I smsed her last night asking about the existance of the "thing", and she came out with dazzling answer. She gave up with her L'oreal HiP liner and intended to give it to me for free. At first I felt uneasy. I wanted her to request something, so that we can literally swap somethings. She refused it. I think, she gave up of being BENCONG.&lt;br /&gt;And me?&lt;br /&gt;It's way to go, Sweety...&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way to go to my pertobatan about lenongan and handbags...&lt;br /&gt;Huahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5254763241464980?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5254763241464980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5254763241464980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5254763241464980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5254763241464980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-nenoq-for-free-loreal-hip-gel.html' title='Thanks NenoQ for the free L&apos;oreal HiP Gel Liners... *waiting patiently'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3903013824161526990</id><published>2009-06-05T08:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:49:15.854+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish and fun'/><title type='text'>Jumat Sehat fuer die Techniker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sih5YnUrsWI/AAAAAAAAARk/7vH5B0tLMWw/s1600-h/Technikers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sih5YnUrsWI/AAAAAAAAARk/7vH5B0tLMWw/s320/Technikers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343654421654647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;These are the people that I've been dealing with lately. Three days ago, they arrived from Germany and today they join the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumat Sehat Program&lt;/span&gt; in my office. What can be funnier than three Germans struggling to match their movement with the beat of dangdut music??&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind my so-so cellphone camera. I just grab the nearest camera I can reach :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3903013824161526990?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3903013824161526990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3903013824161526990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3903013824161526990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3903013824161526990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/jumat-sehat-fuer-die-techniker.html' title='Jumat Sehat fuer die Techniker'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sih5YnUrsWI/AAAAAAAAARk/7vH5B0tLMWw/s72-c/Technikers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3818058667341876918</id><published>2009-06-04T15:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:47:07.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 8 Phases of Dating... *cuakakakak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIJJnxVZI/AAAAAAAAARc/y_RQmJnbk7I/s1600-h/first_date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIJJnxVZI/AAAAAAAAARc/y_RQmJnbk7I/s320/first_date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343389173681313170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIIxQM99I/AAAAAAAAARU/dEwvfmIVkyg/s1600-h/exciting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIIxQM99I/AAAAAAAAARU/dEwvfmIVkyg/s320/exciting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343389167140009938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIIjOPTbI/AAAAAAAAARM/dlaWSbqqoLc/s1600-h/comfortable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIIjOPTbI/AAAAAAAAARM/dlaWSbqqoLc/s320/comfortable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343389163373678002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIItDj5xI/AAAAAAAAARE/40Fpz_9g06Y/s1600-h/too_comfortable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIItDj5xI/AAAAAAAAARE/40Fpz_9g06Y/s320/too_comfortable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343389166013245202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH6HKTroI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2_ZioiaMlrw/s1600-h/decline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH6HKTroI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2_ZioiaMlrw/s320/decline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343388915322826370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH5z386qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5oPpcg7_L0c/s1600-h/breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH5z386qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5oPpcg7_L0c/s320/breakup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343388910145563298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH5ukeUPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zNqpVboQzb0/s1600-h/back_together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH5ukeUPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zNqpVboQzb0/s320/back_together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343388908721688818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH5mQC6eI/AAAAAAAAAQk/94707dhUzWs/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieH5mQC6eI/AAAAAAAAAQk/94707dhUzWs/s320/marriage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343388906488523234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source from &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/dating/phases"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;If the picture is too small for you, just click it!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3818058667341876918?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3818058667341876918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3818058667341876918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3818058667341876918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3818058667341876918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-phases-of-dating-cuakakakak.html' title='The 8 Phases of Dating... *cuakakakak'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SieIJJnxVZI/AAAAAAAAARc/y_RQmJnbk7I/s72-c/first_date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7137849655096181384</id><published>2009-06-04T15:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:29:50.726+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>Teaching Twice!!! Me so SUPER!!!</title><content type='html'>I just wanna congratulate myself for being a super woman. Yes, I am!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I will teach English twice. At 12 and at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo damn cooooooooooollll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://intangible-mind.blogspot.com/2009/06/alhamdulillah.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is just so grosssssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mba Ajeng... eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-7137849655096181384?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7137849655096181384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7137849655096181384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7137849655096181384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7137849655096181384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/teaching-twice-me-so-super.html' title='Teaching Twice!!! Me so SUPER!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2099694364661100274</id><published>2009-06-04T15:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:25:34.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'>02/06 - 03/07</title><content type='html'>What's dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a reminder that my "hard" time is finally coming. It was all started with going to Surabaya twice a day. First, dealing with customs office to get a package from Tettnang. It was smooth enough. Thanks God!!! *sembah sujud&lt;br /&gt;The second one, I went to the airport to pick up the techniker. YuppP!! They finally arrived. Unlike my fear before, their English is quite okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herzlich Wilkommen &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Patrick Gaupp, Juergen Kaczmarek and Florian Christberger!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2099694364661100274?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2099694364661100274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2099694364661100274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2099694364661100274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2099694364661100274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/06/0206-0307.html' title='02/06 - 03/07'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1967540041456641000</id><published>2009-05-20T07:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:11:27.696+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beli beli'/><title type='text'>Ngences dehhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm281/glitzshimmer/CasioGold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm281/glitzshimmer/CasioGold.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pengen memberi kado untuk diriku sendiri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucu yahh... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gak mahal lagi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casio vintage... aku padamuh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1967540041456641000?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1967540041456641000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1967540041456641000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1967540041456641000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1967540041456641000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/05/ngences-dehhhh.html' title='Ngences dehhhh'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5327371476430244869</id><published>2009-05-19T14:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:40:43.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>Cassanova jaman sekarang.... *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ShJhd4S5PQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/B1ge1z10YC4/s1600-h/that+yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ShJhd4S5PQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/B1ge1z10YC4/s320/that+yellow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337435674343193858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my eyeshadow is golden olive, not YELLOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5327371476430244869?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5327371476430244869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5327371476430244869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5327371476430244869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5327371476430244869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/05/cassanova-jaman-sekarang-sigh.html' title='Cassanova jaman sekarang.... *sigh*'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ShJhd4S5PQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/B1ge1z10YC4/s72-c/that+yellow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1827078840788281873</id><published>2009-05-18T12:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:55:35.378+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listen up'/><title type='text'>Slap her, she's overrated bitch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigmouth.net.au/images/holdingLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.bigmouth.net.au/images/holdingLogo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuman wondering aja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 kok ya terlintas lagi pikiran ini. Aku punya temen. Well, bukan temen sih. Kenal nama doang dan beberapa kali ngomong (note: bukan ngobrol). Dia ini cewek. Cerewet. Comel. Percayalah bukan itu yang membuatku muak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bingung harus cerita darimana.&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya berawal waktu aku iseng2 liat Fesbuk teman yang baru menikah, berniat untuk memberi selamat. Eh, disana dia nongol. Sebut saja namanya BabiGuling. Dia mengucap selamat yang bunyinya kira-kira begini "Hai, selamat ya atas pernikahannya...blablabla.." yang "menarik" adalah buntut comment-nya yang bunyinya kira-kira begini "Tuhan Maha Adil ya, jodoh dekat untukmu dan jodoh jauh untukku"... Apaaa maksudnya coba???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, kulewatkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya aku browse ke halaman Fesbuk seorang sahabat. Dia ber-euphoria tentang suaminya yang lulus ujian Thesis. Eh lha dalah si BabiGuling ini uda nongol di comment no:1. Lagi2 buntut dari ucapan selamatnya yang bikin "gatal", bunyinya kira2 begini "Gak kayak kuliah disini. Habisnya aku ngambil dua jurusan sekaligus sih, jurusan Pengolahan Isi Septic Tank dan Jurusan Bahasa Binatang Lagi Kawin. Jadi harap maklum kalo aku gak lulus-lulus."&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it looks so obvious, Baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulai keluar tanduk di kepala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God... kenapa juga ujung-ujungnya harus bragging tentang kuliahnya yang di Tibet bagian selatan itu? Kenapa harus bragging tentang suaminya yang berasal dari Botswana kecamatan Mbalung??? Kenapa???&lt;br /&gt;*note: demi kemaslahatan bersama dan menghindari isu sawat dan bandem saya memutuskan untuk menyamarkan semua hal yang akan menyudutkan pihak lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang gak habis pikir ini mengirim message ke sahabatku itu. Oalah, ternyata dia juga merasakan hal yang sama. Malahan sahabatku itu sempat "dikuliahin" kalo suami si BabiGuling itu kecanduan makanan tradisional Endonesa yang "ya begitulah". Belum lagi tingkah ajaibnya yang suka menawari orang untuk mampir ke Botswana (logikanya kalo suaminya dari Botswana kan dia tinggal di Botswana juga biar bangga, ya nggak?) as if Botswana itu kaya jarak Menteng ke Pasar Baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ini tiba-tiba membongkar ingatan masa laluku tentang dia. Kebetulan kok ya aku berjodoh dengannya sejak SMP, SMU dan Kuliah. Yak, selalu sekolah di tempat yang sama. Waktu SMA dia pernah ujug-ujug menelpon. FYI, aku ini gak perna sekalipun sekelas sama dia, gak perna berteman sama sahabat-sahabatnya, pokoke ga ada kontak lah. Entah tahu darimana dia tentang nomor teleponku. Kebayang kan betapa niatnya dia mencari nomor telpon rumahku. Percakapannya kira2 begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A (Aku) :&lt;/span&gt; Halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BG (Babi Guling): &lt;/span&gt;Hei Dhit, ini aku BabiGuling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A :&lt;/span&gt; Hai! Ada apa ya? *yap, dimanapun kapanpun selalu judes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BG:&lt;/span&gt; Nggak ada apa2 kok. Aku cuma mo nawarin kamu. Kamu gak mau titip sesuatu untuk si Jamilah (samaran juga) ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Lho, dia sekarang kan ada di NL. Knapa emangnya?&lt;br /&gt;*note: Aku gak gitu kenal sama si Jamilah, kami cuma pernah sekelas waktu SMA kelas 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BG: &lt;/span&gt;Kebetulan minggu depan aku mau ke Perancis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Oooo.. *lugu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BG: &lt;/span&gt;Ya wes lah... Kalo mo titip sesuatu bilang aku ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;He eh... *dodol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menarik adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Ada hubungan apa antara aku dengan BabiGuling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer: Ga ada hubungan apa2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Bagaimana si BabiGuling bisa tau nomor telponku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer: Still a mistery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Apa hubunganku dengan Jamilah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer: Hampir gak ada. Jamilah ini punya kelompok sendiri. I was a loner and would never bother to try to join Jamilah's group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Apa pentingnya aku ngirim present ke Jamilah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer: Auk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Apa tujuan si BabiGuling menelpon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer: Only God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga bisa jelas tergambar apa yang melatarbelakangi posting gak penting ini. Yang jelas aku puas bisa nulis begini. Meski masih tergoda untuk membongkar jati diri BabiGuling tapi aku harus memegang teguh sumpah baktiku sebagai alumni Mitreka Satata... *oups*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMUA NAMA DAN TEMPAT YANG ADA DALAM POSTINGAN INI ADALAH FIKTIF BELAKA, KESAMAAN NAMA DAN TEMPAT JELAS DISENGAJA, AGAR ANDA SEMUA MENGERTI MAKSUD SAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakakakak... *ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to make such a fuss about other people's flaw.&lt;br /&gt;But it's just gettin' out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry can also be viewed in &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://princessadhit.multiply.com/journal/item/20"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1827078840788281873?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1827078840788281873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1827078840788281873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1827078840788281873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1827078840788281873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/05/slap-her-shes-overrated-bitch.html' title='Slap her, she&apos;s overrated bitch!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-6147470363519923213</id><published>2009-05-05T10:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:28:49.062+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reggae party'/><title type='text'>Dimaz Novariyanto ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sf-vtRa6HxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U8-Vzu6xVqE/s1600-h/100_3462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sf-vtRa6HxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U8-Vzu6xVqE/s400/100_3462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332173676135194386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sf-vtPjZS-I/AAAAAAAAANs/5l3FvvgCQgA/s1600-h/100_3404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sf-vtPjZS-I/AAAAAAAAANs/5l3FvvgCQgA/s400/100_3404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332173675633920994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiyahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Inilah bassist barunya &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2013311&amp;amp;id=1049328991&amp;amp;ref=mf#/profile.php?id=1049328991"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Pesawat 244&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Gayanya di panggung uda kaya bassist-nya Maliq and the Essentials.&lt;br /&gt;Asli lucuuuuuuuuuu bangettttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anaknya juga lucu. Kaya cina gitu karna kulitnya putih, sipit pulak!!&lt;br /&gt;Kok bisa sih anak Pesawat gak ada yg ngenalin dia ke aku... *yeee siape emangnye situ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku liat anak ini pertama kali di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAZZREGGAE SOCIEFESTIVAL &lt;/span&gt;di UB last Saturday. Uda itu party berasa kaya mo meledak karna banyak anak reggae yang dateng... I came for my Pesawat 244 of kors... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Dimaz,&lt;br /&gt;Aku berdoa deh, semoga dia nyaman di Pesawat dan gak kabur2an kaya bassist2 Pesawat yang sebelumnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Lov Yu &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://shadyblues.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIMAZ NOVARIYANTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!! *kikikik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-6147470363519923213?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/6147470363519923213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=6147470363519923213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6147470363519923213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6147470363519923213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/05/dimaz-novariyanto-rocks.html' title='Dimaz Novariyanto ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sf-vtRa6HxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U8-Vzu6xVqE/s72-c/100_3462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1439697333760846464</id><published>2009-04-30T08:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:02:30.372+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beli beli'/><title type='text'>Revlon Haul</title><content type='html'>Setelah lama banget ngidam Plump Sexxxy Lip Colour akhirnya 2 hari yang lalu aku nekat ke Raya beli. Niat pertama sih pengen beli lippen ini sama Eye Shadow Merak Kasmarannya Sariayu...&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe di konter Revlon aku jadi agak2 terkesima. Banyak barang baruuuu...&lt;br /&gt;Jadi pengen mineral lip gloss-nya juga... Kalo gak inget punya lipgloss banyak mah uda aku beli kali... Akhirnya tetep fokus ke lippen Plump Sexxxy... Setelah milih2, eh ternyata bener kata Kamiseta anak FD bahwa ini lippen banyakan warna2 mauve... Suka deh!!&lt;br /&gt;Bosen aja pake warna coklat2an mlulu..&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kubeli satu yang shade #14 Innocence... Warnanya pinkish mauve yang gak terlalu ngejreng. Uda gitu tekstur si lippen ini juga lembab gak ngeringin kaya Super Loustrous Lipstick (case item). Rasanya sama kaya lippen MAC, rasa vanilla gitu, tapi Plump Sexxxy ini ada mint-nya. Jadi adem2 gimanaaaa gitu... :D&lt;br /&gt;Seneng deh sama belanjaanku kali ini!!!&lt;br /&gt;EH iya, trus aku liat2 blush juga. Pengen blush Naturally Glamorous yang harganya lebih murah daripada blush yang tutupnya kaca itu (gak tau apa nama serinya). Sebenernya kemakan racun temen di &lt;a href="http://www.fashionesedaily.com/forum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Mereka pada suka shade Tawny Peach. Pas aku liat, emang si Tawny Peach ini agak2 orangey gitu... Sama SA-nya sempet dicobain di pipiku. Lumayaaaan...&lt;br /&gt;Setelahnya, si SA malah nyobain blush yang Wine with Everything. Katanya sih biar senada sama lippen yang barusan kubeli. Ternyata warnanya cantik!! Mauve-mauve purplish gitu...&lt;br /&gt;Dibungkuslah itu blush!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aku keluar Raya dengan hati bahagia... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, ini poto haulnyaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfkGPLLl2pI/AAAAAAAAANc/BQIc94bN8nc/s1600-h/0430085613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfkGPLLl2pI/AAAAAAAAANc/BQIc94bN8nc/s320/0430085613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330298491738905234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfkGPW0znRI/AAAAAAAAANk/35owXlYxyvg/s1600-h/0430085702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfkGPW0znRI/AAAAAAAAANk/35owXlYxyvg/s320/0430085702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330298494864563474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantik kaaaaaannnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1439697333760846464?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1439697333760846464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1439697333760846464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1439697333760846464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1439697333760846464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/04/revlon-haul.html' title='Revlon Haul'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfkGPLLl2pI/AAAAAAAAANc/BQIc94bN8nc/s72-c/0430085613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3696811380511792492</id><published>2009-04-28T16:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:14:34.973+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>A Burberry will do...</title><content type='html'>sedang sebal...&lt;br /&gt;pada semua hal...&lt;br /&gt;mungkin ini bisa sedikit ease my pain kali yeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/seahorseinstripes/blog%20feb%2008/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 282px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/seahorseinstripes/blog%20feb%2008/b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking too much here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IYAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ini pic dari &lt;a href="http://bagcraze.blogspot.com"&gt;BagCraze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucu ya...&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu naksir dengan Burberry... Cinta sejati yang tak akan pernah kutemui kayaknya...&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ketemu, tapi someday... Kalo uda ketemu jodoh tas cantik laennya...&lt;br /&gt;*hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JINGGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3696811380511792492?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3696811380511792492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3696811380511792492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3696811380511792492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3696811380511792492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/04/burberry-will-do.html' title='A Burberry will do...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/seahorseinstripes/blog%20feb%2008/th_b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1797840720012359710</id><published>2009-04-24T13:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:57:24.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAL....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/product/images/209x397/M540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.maccosmetics.com/product/images/209x397/M540.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantik ya...&lt;br /&gt;Pengen ini dan belum keturutan... :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*try hard not to scowl to my wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1797840720012359710?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1797840720012359710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1797840720012359710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1797840720012359710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1797840720012359710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/04/teal.html' title='TEAL....'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-758767465648043747</id><published>2009-04-24T12:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:36:25.504+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beli beli'/><title type='text'>Classy Key Chains from Baliku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfFc-tbClWI/AAAAAAAAANU/sX1b2Im67j8/s1600-h/0416055115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfFc-tbClWI/AAAAAAAAANU/sX1b2Im67j8/s320/0416055115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328142066570663266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute keychains dari mengorek sisa-sisa isi dompet.&lt;br /&gt;Keabisan uang di Bali... Huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;Padahal pengen beliin satu inisial D buat Dante...&lt;br /&gt;Moga2 ntar duo Pinoys itu ke Bali lagi dan aku mau nitip mereka ajah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucu2 kan ya...&lt;br /&gt;gak kaya key chain laen yang bikinnye asal2an...&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang yg uda kupake yang sebelah kiri. Yang kanan masi rapi kusimpen sama bungkusnya&lt;br /&gt;Blom nemu tas yang cocok buat dimatchingin ;P&lt;br /&gt;*sejak kapan tas harus matching sama keychain, bukannya vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-758767465648043747?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/758767465648043747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=758767465648043747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/758767465648043747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/758767465648043747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/04/classy-key-chains-from-baliku.html' title='Classy Key Chains from Baliku'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SfFc-tbClWI/AAAAAAAAANU/sX1b2Im67j8/s72-c/0416055115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5957609267978176039</id><published>2009-04-24T12:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:34:00.288+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>Gold Deposit's H2C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/472110803_eb7543f3f1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/472110803_eb7543f3f1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;source: www.theshadesofu.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of my Gold Deposit MSF by MAC.&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu... Tika... cepatlah datang, Nak...&lt;br /&gt;Semoga pertarunganmu di MAC store berakhir dengan kemenangan berhadiah sebentuk MSF untukku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I love you before I met you, Gold Deposit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5957609267978176039?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5957609267978176039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5957609267978176039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5957609267978176039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5957609267978176039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/04/gold-deposits-h2c.html' title='Gold Deposit&apos;s H2C'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1387169532125598294</id><published>2009-04-02T15:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:11:01.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pernikahan Mba Safit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-bkmlGZI/AAAAAAAAANM/ojRF4cuFRLM/s1600-h/P3310251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-bkmlGZI/AAAAAAAAANM/ojRF4cuFRLM/s400/P3310251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320016071978457490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-baweTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/VWS7ZeR7FEA/s1600-h/P3310254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-baweTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/VWS7ZeR7FEA/s400/P3310254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320016069335600594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-bFvf7uI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zJukcdVratk/s1600-h/P3310252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-bFvf7uI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zJukcdVratk/s400/P3310252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320016063694368482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-ax4r6cI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DuriPSryNcc/s1600-h/P3310249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-ax4r6cI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DuriPSryNcc/s400/P3310249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320016058364193218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-ah0vWVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2_OlOe9ikFw/s1600-h/P3310264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-ah0vWVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2_OlOe9ikFw/s400/P3310264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320016054052673874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahemmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan yang bikin sirik...&lt;br /&gt;Kapan yaaaaaaaaaaaa... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;Kalo make-up aye keliatan medok, sungguh itu hanya kerjaan blitz olympus-ku yang sangat menyebalkan...&lt;br /&gt;Yang asli ada di foto paling bawah... Cakep kannn.... :P&lt;br /&gt;*heuheuheuheu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1387169532125598294?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1387169532125598294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1387169532125598294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1387169532125598294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1387169532125598294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/04/pernikahan-mba-safitri.html' title='Pernikahan Mba Safit'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdR-bkmlGZI/AAAAAAAAANM/ojRF4cuFRLM/s72-c/P3310251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7112749644186931112</id><published>2009-03-29T10:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:54:48.105+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires Invasion'/><title type='text'>My TWILIGHT has finally arrived....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdGRaeykimI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9tJAdGk8RLw/s1600-h/0330135605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdGRaeykimI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9tJAdGk8RLw/s400/0330135605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319192519029066338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeah! Setelah tergila-gila jatuh cintrong guling-guling termehek-mehek sama Dek Edward, my heart lands to the fact that I want to collect the saga, I mean Twilight Saga. Biarin juga ngabisin duit tabungan… *kemana larinya bencong perhitungan itu saat dibutuhkan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pertama aku browsing dengan penuh napsu di Om Gugel. Lha dalah ternyata buku itu available di kutukutubuku.com. Harganya lumayan murah dibanding harga buku Harry Potter yang selangit ketujuh itu. Catet: Aku nyarinya yang english version yak... Biar bisa ngerasain chemistry aslinya :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Setelah nemu disitu, langsung pesen dengan segenap napsu yang ada. Tanpa ngeliat e-mail konfirmasi, langsung tancep ke ATM buat transfer duit ke kutubuku. Gebleknya, sampe besok entu email invoice belum dikirim juga. Dengan tidak sabar aku e-mail ke adminnya. Bener aja, ternyata mereka masi nunggu distribusi buku karena mereka lagi keabisan. Oh my goat...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Perburuan tidak berakhir sampe disitu. Selanjutnya, tiba-tiba aku inget kalo di fashionesedaily (forum fesyen dan make-up kesayanganku) perna ada thread Twilight. Langsung browsing kesana. Khattam aku baca thread itu dari awal sampe akhir. Aku nemu periplus.com dari thread itu juga. Langsung deh kucoba. Begitu tau ada semua, langsung daptar dan pesen buku ke-2, New Moon seharga Rp. 144.000 + shipping Rp. 14.000 (lebih murah dari kutubuku.com. Meong!!). Eits, tapi kali ini aku kagak begok kaya kemaren2, Bokkk.. Kali ini aku tunggu e-mail invoice, baru deh transfer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nah, hari Kemis itu setelah ngenet di Primanet, aku langsung ke ATM Niaga. Nah, abis gitu to kill the time aku jalan ke Gramed sendirian kaya orang ilang (bodo amat). Disana saudara-saudara, ngejogrok dengan manisnya minta ditimpuk sama pisang goreng hasil beli di sebelah Primanet, yeah... apalagi kalo bukan TWILIGHT SAGA!!! Didorong rasa penasaran sejagad kutu kupret, langsung aku liat harganya. Bokkkkkk... harga yang nomer 1-3 Rp. 145.000 dan yang nomer 4 Rp. 170.000 (diskon 20%). Yang terakhir ini yang bikin tertohok sampe ke relung hati terdalam (iya aku lebay)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Beginilah, kalo terlalu napsu ya gini ini akibatnya. Dengan segenap sumpah serapah aku keluar dari Gramed!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ASEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hugs,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ps:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Twilight-ku dateng Sabtu pagi jam 9-an. Malemnya kubuka dan dibaliknya ada label harga yang bunyinya beginih...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YZ98 0201 Periplus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meyer-Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rp. 144.000&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KUTUBUKU ANJRIT KUADRAT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/4755470942908773531-7112749644186931112?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7112749644186931112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7112749644186931112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7112749644186931112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7112749644186931112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-twilight-has-finally-arrived.html' title='My TWILIGHT has finally arrived....'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SdGRaeykimI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9tJAdGk8RLw/s72-c/0330135605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1388102695495243176</id><published>2009-03-25T09:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:20:25.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires Invasion'/><title type='text'>Transylvania Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScmUhgLh6nI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tPHY6TZydvI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScmUhgLh6nI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tPHY6TZydvI/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316944138382469746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Samuel Z. Grest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER ONE : THE MYSTERY BEGINS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01"&gt;As soon as the phone rang I knew I was in trouble. I always know when trouble's brewing, because the blue rat who lives inside my head starts to shiver with fear. When the phone rang he shivered so much that my eyeballs started juggling up and down.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  "What's wrong?" I asked, picking up the phone and shaking my head to stop the blue rat from shivering. I listened carefully. It was Moss Biskin, who I knew from when I had to kill a zombie who was eating school kids in Brussels. He said he was in Transylvania, looking for vampires (Moss is always looking for something or other), and he'd found --&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  The phone went dead before he could finish. "Moss?" I asked, giving it a shake in case it was only faulty wiring. There was no answer. "This is bad," I said to the blue rat. "Tell me about it!" he squeaked. "I think you should pretend you never got that phone call." "You know I can't do that," I said. "I know," the blue rat sighed, then crawled out my left ear and slid down my shoulder to the floor. "Sorry, Sam, but I can't go with you this time. It's too dangerous. I don't think you'll come back." Then he ran away down a hole. I didn't blame him. I knew he had a wife and forty-six ratlings to think about.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;                &lt;b&gt;CHAPTER TWO : ON THE WINGS OF DANGER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01"&gt;I knew it was going to be a rocky flight when I saw the stewardesses wearing parachutes. They pretended it was just for a test, but I knew better. When the plane started shaking halfway to Transylvania, and they jumped out the door, leaving me and the other passengers behind, I wasn't the least bit surprised.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  "Calm down!" I shouted when everyone started screaming. "I'll take care of this. Sit down and don't say anything. And don't move about, in case you rock the plane too much."&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  When everyone was sitting, I ran to the front of the plane and burst down the door. There was a creature inside who would have scared a lesser mortal to death. He was huge, with two big wings and dark green fangs. I didn't know who he was, but there was something familiar about him. "Let's see you get out of this one, Grest!" the creature grunted, ripping off the plane's steering wheel and throwing it at me. I ducked out of the way of the wheel, but when I stood up again the creature had leapt through the window and went flying away with his wings.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  If the blue rat was with me, I could have sent him down the hole left by the steering wheel and he could have put the wires back together and drove the plane from in there. But I was all alone. Of course I could have jumped out and used the mini parachute I always carry in the heel of my left shoe, but there were the other passengers to think about. So I ripped off the entire front buttons and levers cover and grabbed the wires myself. It wasn't easy but I managed to land the plane in a very big pond just down the road from Dracula's castle. When I'd got everyone else out, the plane sank and I jumped ashore.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     I had arrived in Transylania!!!&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;                &lt;b&gt;CHAPTER THREE : "COUNT DRACULA, I PRESUME"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01"&gt;Dracula's castle had been abandoned for years but I wasn't fooled. I knew the vampire was there. Who else could have caused the brave and daring Moss Biskin so much fear? Going up the mountain, I tried to get to the castle before the sun went down, but I'd forgot to put my watch forward, so I got the time wrong, and it sank down behind the castle just as I got to the big front door.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  I stood there for ages, not sure what to do next. I knew I should run away until morning, when the sun came back up. But Moss Biskin was in danger and needed my help. So, even though I knew I was maybe signing my death warrant, I pushed the door open and went in.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  There were cobwebs all over the place, big and huge, white and sticky. I didn't see the spiders but I could hear them rubbing their legs together and hissing as I went past.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  "We meet again!" the creature from the plane shouted, leaping out behind me when I got to a tall balcony and locking his arms around me. "Now I'll kill you at last, for murdering my brother!" Now I knew why he looked familiar. I'd killed his brother, the Monster From Mongolia, a couple of months before. "You won't kill me any more than your brother did," I laughed, grabbing him by his fangs and throwing him over the edge of the balcony. "Noooooo!" he screamed as he fell, but it was no good. He landed hard on the floor and broke his back, then the spiders came down and ate him alive while he was sreaming. It was horrible but he deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  "Vell done, Meester Grest," Dracula said. Turning quickly, I saw that he was standing in front of me, smiling nastily. "You are a vorthy opponent. Such a peety I have to kill you." Saying that, he pressed a switch and the floor beneath me disappeared. I dropped into a pit full of poisonous cobra snakes.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;                &lt;b&gt;CHAPTER FOUR : A NARROW ESCAPE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01"&gt;I would have been a goner, except I know how to charm snakes and always carry a flute in my bag. Pulling it out, I started to play, and soon all the snakes were asleep. Dracula saw this and cursed down at me. He threw big rocks down on me, trying to kill me, but all he did was wake and anger the cobras, who slithered up and attacked him. He ran away from them, screaming as they bit his legs and bum. I laughed and started after him.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     That was when my real enemy leapt forward and showed himself.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;                &lt;b&gt;CHAPTER FIVE : THE TRUE FACE OF EVIL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01"&gt;I realised too late that Dracula was only a decoy. He wasn't what Moss Biskin had rang to tell me about. It was a werewolf who was killing all the people. He was a giant, hairy werewolf, with big claws and long teeth. He leapt on me and dragged me to the ground while I was still laughing at Dracula being bitten by the snakes. I screamed and tried to push him off but he was too strong.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  The werewolf howled in my face. I'm not afraid of anything in this world -- except werewolves! I can't stand them! Trying hard not to cry, I punched the werewolf and ran away, but he was too quick and caught me. Rolling me over, he clawed a big hole in my belly, then stuck his jaws down to suck all my guts out. I knew I was in big trouble and I knew I couldn't escape. Was this the end of the intrepid Samuel Z. Grest?!?&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;                &lt;b&gt;CHAPTER SIX : RESCUED FROM THE JAWS OF DEFEAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01"&gt;No, it wasn't! At the last minute, as the werewolf started to suck, something jumped on his shoulder and bit his ears. He screamed and fell away from me. Sitting up, I saw the last thing in the world I had expected to see -- the blue rat who lives inside my head!! "Hello Sam," he said, smiling. "You didn't think I'd really let you come here by yourself, did you? I've been following you all along, waiting for the werewolf to make his move." "Have you killed him?" I asked, because the werewolf was lying very still now on the floor. "No," the blue rat said. "I put special ointment on my teeth when I bit him. It will make him better."&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  I watched as the werewolf's hairs began to vanish. After a while, he turned back into a human and I realised who he was. "Moss Biskin!" I shouted happily, helping him sit back up. "What's happening?" Moss Biskin asked, shaking his head stupidly. The blue rat and I laughed at his funny expression, then took him down the mountain, dragged up the plane from the bottom of the pond, and flew back home, where we told Moss Biskin all about it over three cups of tea and a plate of warm rat biscuits.&lt;/p&gt;                                &lt;b&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;copied from &lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="www.darrenshan.com"&gt;darrenshan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1388102695495243176?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1388102695495243176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1388102695495243176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1388102695495243176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1388102695495243176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/03/transylvania-trek.html' title='Transylvania Trek'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScmUhgLh6nI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tPHY6TZydvI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3106864211139418745</id><published>2009-03-25T08:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:22:32.503+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires Invasion'/><title type='text'>Viva La Vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.darrenshan.com/vampires/fanart/darren/darren04files/images/darrenbyZoeStead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.darrenshan.com/vampires/fanart/darren/darren04files/images/darrenbyZoeStead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pic. from www.darrenshan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="body01"&gt;Vampires are cool! They can live for centuries without growing old, and they have many magical powers, and they can do whatever they like — except walk about in the daylight!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  I have 62 books about vampires, or with bits in them about vampires. I'm not sure how many vampire movies I've seen, but I must have seen at least 50, probably a lot more. My favourite is Salem's Lot. The vampire in that film is really scary — bald and ugly, with long claws and very sharp fangs. I had nightmares when I first saw it, and I love having nightmares, so that was great!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  My Mum isn't too keen on vampires, but maybe that's because of the time I squirted loads of tomato ketchup under the covers of her bed – so it looked like a pool of blood – and left a plastic vampire bat in it!!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  There are lots of legends about vampires. Many of them, I think, are made up. I doubt if vampires can turn into fog or don't cast a shadow or turn to ash if they are hit with holy water or touched with a cross. And I'd be very surprised if they don't have reflections or if they can turn into bats and fly. I mean, bats have to learn how to fly. If a vampire turned into a bat, he'd probably just fall flat on the floor or bash into things while he was trying to fly.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  I think the stories about bats started because vampires are friendly with bats. The books I've read – the serious, true books – say that bats and rats and wolves are kind of vampire pets. Vampires feed and look after them, just like humans feed and look after dogs.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  I'd much rather have a bat than a dog for a pet. I asked my Mum to get me a bat or a rat for my last birthday, but she said "Not in this lifetime, buddy!" My Mum is soooooooo boring!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  Vampires have to drink blood to survive. This is DEFINITELY true. I don’t know how much they need to drink, or how often, but a vampire will die if he doesn’t drink the right amount of blood. Drinking blood helps vampires live so long. I think that maybe humans might live longer if they drank blood too – then again, maybe they’d just get sick and die!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  My best friend Darren Shan says he’d rather eat mud than drink blood, but I think drinking blood is cool. When I have cuts on my knees or elbows, I like to pick at my scabs and drink the small bit of blood that comes out. It’s very tasty!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  Vampires are super-strong and super-fast, much stronger and faster than humans. They can punch through brick walls and run 100 metres in three or four seconds. If a vampire entered the Olympics, he’d win every gold medal in every event.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  Most vampires are men. There are a few women vampires, but most women who want to get magic powers and live a long time prefer to become witches. I don’t know why this is so. Maybe it’s because most vampires feed upon adults – there’s more blood in a grown-up – whereas most witches eat little children. Since good women love to have and mind little children, I guess it’s only natural that evil women love to eat them!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  To kill a vampire, you have to drive a stake through his heart. The stake doesn’t have to be made out of wood — hard plastic or steel will do too. Another way to kill a vampire is to cut off his head and stuff it with garlic. Or you can burn him. Or, if you can find him while he’s sleeping in the day, you can drag him out into sunlight and leave him to burn.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  I feel quite sorry for vampires. They’re always being hunted and killed. I think people should leave them alone. Long ago, people sacrificed beautiful girls to their gods, and the gods left the rest of them alone. I think that’s what we should do with vampires. If we gave vampires a few beautiful girls every so often, I’m sure they’d just drink from them and not bother anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     There are a couple of girls in my class I’d like to give to a vampire — and one or two teachers too!!!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  To become a vampire, you have to drink the blood of another vampire, or else he has to do a blood transfer on you. It’s not true that you become a vampire when a vampire has drunk all your blood. All you become in that case is dead!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  I’d love to become a vampire. I think it would be wonderful. I’d roam the world for hundreds of years, seeing loads of stuff I’d never see as a human. People would have to do what I said, or I’d drink their blood and kill them. I’d become a wrestler or a boxer and win every fight because of my super-strength. I’d have dozens of pet rats and bats, and I’d teach them every trick in the book. I might even marry a witch if I got lonely, but if she tried to cast a spell on me, I’d throw her to my pet wolf!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;  It would be great to be a vampire, but I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance to become one, not until I grow up and move away from home. I mean, where are you going to run into a vampire around here?!?&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="body01" align="center"&gt;                &lt;b&gt;* * * * *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                &lt;b&gt;Author's note:&lt;/b&gt; A teacher's report was attached to the end of the essay. He or she wrote: "B-. Very good, Steve, very imaginative, but a bit on the dark and miserable side. Why don't you write about clowns or something fun next time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this article is taken from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.darrenshan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3106864211139418745?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3106864211139418745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3106864211139418745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3106864211139418745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3106864211139418745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva-la-vampires.html' title='Viva La Vampires'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7589227694758913109</id><published>2009-03-20T15:46:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:25:18.238+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires Invasion'/><title type='text'>Lovely Robbie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNeTL6KI6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/fLGbUs-JwPI/s1600-h/RobertPattinson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNeTL6KI6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/fLGbUs-JwPI/s400/RobertPattinson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315195668934566818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNb6I3J5jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/takJ7Gzbfw8/s1600-h/56002823e1977f6cj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNb6I3J5jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/takJ7Gzbfw8/s400/56002823e1977f6cj3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315193039596676658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNbDe9jWKI/AAAAAAAAAME/CLhJI2yWfFM/s1600-h/robert-pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNbDe9jWKI/AAAAAAAAAME/CLhJI2yWfFM/s400/robert-pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315192100636285090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Namanya Robert Pattinson. Aku suka! Tapi hanya ketika dia bermain di Twilight. Di real world, aku males banget ngeliat mukanya yang sering unshaven. Beberapa orang really look cool being unshaven, tapi unshaven look bener2 not for RobPat. Kaga pantes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most real thing from Edward Cullen is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HE IS NOT REAL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep that in mind.... *chuckles&lt;br /&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/4755470942908773531-7589227694758913109?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7589227694758913109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7589227694758913109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7589227694758913109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7589227694758913109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovely-robbie.html' title='Lovely Robbie!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNeTL6KI6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/fLGbUs-JwPI/s72-c/RobertPattinson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7524703943854000028</id><published>2009-03-19T14:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:25:58.754+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires Invasion'/><title type='text'>Dia ganteng sekali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNJeb7dXOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nkwaPWnJsC8/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNJeb7dXOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nkwaPWnJsC8/s320/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315172772469365986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kangen nulis lagi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kali ini ingin sekali menyoroti film Twilight. Seorang teman baik membawakan soft file film ini dan tanpa pikir panjang saya segera meng-copy. Sebenarnya ini sedikit keluar jalur. Dalam dunia saya, saya punya peraturan yang sedari dulu selalu saya taati. Akhir-akhir ini banyak sekali novel dan cerita yang kemudian difilmkan. Biasanya, yang seperti ini hampir selalu menjadi hit. Nah, karena itu saya berjanji pada diri sendiri bahwa kalau belum membaca buku tersebut, saya mengharamkan diri sendiri untuk melihat filmnya. Bila dilakukan kebalikannya, saya takut nantinya imej di film tersebut akan mempengaruhi fantasi saya akan buku yang saya baca. Dan saya tidak suka itu. Semua film Harry Potter selalu saya tonton setelah saya membaca novelnya. Satu hal yang harus saya akui bahwa sampai detik ini saya belum membaca novel Harry Potter jilid 3,6, dan 7. Jadi, bisa dipastikan saya tidak melihat film Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban di bioskop. Sampai kapanpun saya tidak akan melanggar janji saya. Itu kata saya waktu itu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sekarang tampaknya saya harus menelan perkataan saya sendiri. Beberapa menit yang lalu saya telah mencurangi diri sendiri dengan menonton film Twilight. Saya benar-benar tidak bisa menahan godaannya. Sebenarnya film itu biasa saja dari segi penokohan dan alur cerita. Namun yang menggemparkan adalah tokoh yang memerankan si vampir Edward Cullen. Robert Pattinson, sang pemeran Edward Cullen terasa begitu menghayati perannya sebagai vampir “baik”. Wajahnya mungkin tidak terlalu tampan untuk ukuran bintang film. Namun ada sesuatu di gesture dan tatapan matanya yang begitu “berisi” dan memancing penasaran. Saya termasuk dalam grup orang yang penasaran itu. Yeah, silakan saja kalian bertepuk tangan ataupun mengolok-olok saya karena saya yang notabene tidak suka daun muda ini mulai melirik si Pattinson itu. Gawat... Apa ini yang namanya tua-tua keladi? Entahlah...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Film ini lumayan berkesan bagi saya. Entah kenapa figur Edward begitu menyentuh dan menggetarkan. Saya rasa ini karena keinginannya yang begitu kuat untuk melawan kodratnya sebagai vampir dengan tidak minum darah manusia dan keteguhannya dalam melindungi Isabella. Yeah, bisa ditebak kalo Mbak Bella ini adalah kekasih Edward. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tentang karakter Bella, sejak pertama saya melihatnya di film ini tidak menarik perhatian saya. Menurut saya penokohannya biasa saja dan terkesan seperti gadis biasa yang tidak ada istimewanya. Di luar sana orang-orang menggembar-gemborkan pemeran Isabella (yang saya tidak tahu namanya) sangat cantik. Terus terang saya kecewa, karena kecantikan Bella seperti kalah pamor dengan kegantengan Edward yang seperti memiliki inner strength dan sex appeal yang sangat kuat dan dominan. Silakan kalian menilai saya cemburu, tapi bagi saya Bella akan lebih “nendang” apabila diperankan oleh aktris sekelas Anne Hathaway atau pemeran wanita dalam film Pirates of the Carribean (saya lupa namanya). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The last but not the least, film ini lumayan “menggerakkan”. Maksud saya, ia bisa menggerakkan saya untuk mencari pacar yang bisa sekokoh dan se-protektif Edward. Kalau untuk seganteng Edward saya rasa itu sungguh keterlaluan. Saya rasa kegantengan Edward harus dibayar mahal dengan perangai yang aduhai buruknya. Membuat saya hilang rasa :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bagi penggemar Edward Cullen, kalian punya anggota baru... *huhuhuhu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&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/4755470942908773531-7524703943854000028?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7524703943854000028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7524703943854000028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7524703943854000028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7524703943854000028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-ganteng-sekali.html' title='Dia ganteng sekali...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/ScNJeb7dXOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nkwaPWnJsC8/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7867140385003115279</id><published>2009-02-27T12:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:46:54.902+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey kurindu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sad9YAJV_6I/AAAAAAAAALs/PYlBGgLmrn4/s1600-h/1_Baileys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sad9YAJV_6I/AAAAAAAAALs/PYlBGgLmrn4/s400/1_Baileys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307348537188941730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok bisa ya aku sampe ter-penasaran yang sungguh dalam ke minuman ini! Rasanya kaya enaaaaaaakk banget!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tadi uda bilang sama Reza kalo aku mupeng cobain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gak boleh!"&lt;/span&gt; katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaa~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Pulang dengan lunglai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyb, klo kamu berubah pikiran sms aku ya...&lt;br /&gt;Aku siyaaaaaaaaaapppp!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-7867140385003115279?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7867140385003115279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7867140385003115279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7867140385003115279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7867140385003115279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/bailey-kurindu.html' title='Bailey kurindu...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/Sad9YAJV_6I/AAAAAAAAALs/PYlBGgLmrn4/s72-c/1_Baileys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4718058978973825589</id><published>2009-02-27T08:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:20:01.343+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>This is Kim's Way!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lifeinwonderland.com/uploaded_images/kim_kardashian-763868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lifeinwonderland.com/uploaded_images/kim_kardashian-763868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is a wonderful woman, rite? I like the way she puts on her make up!! Cooollll!!!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's the step by step to achieve her look. I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.specktra.net/blogs/kim-kardashian-shares-her-make-up-secrets"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Specktra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, this is going to be a long post because I absolutely love makeup! And I mix so many different kinds.Here we go...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just so everyone knows, my make up artist Stephen Moleski has pretty much taught me everything I know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember that everyone's color is different so please ask someone at the store where you purchase your makeup what works for you. Even if you think we have the same skin coloring, our tones can be different and I don't want anyone to waste money on concealer or foundation colors that aren't absolutely perfect!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 1&lt;/span&gt;: I always start with a clean face. Then I put on Intuit 'Photo Shoot.' Intuit is a great company and I love the names of their products. Photo Shoot is a make up primer. I put it on after my moisturizer, which basically is like a moisturizer that will fill the pours on your face which will help set the foundation so it will last longer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 2&lt;/span&gt;: I use Cle De Peau concealer stick (it's super expensive, but works for me). It comes in two colors, I use Ocre, which is the darker of the two. I also use M.A.C. concealer (which comes in a little pot) if I run out of Cle de Peau. Everyone's color is different but I use NW25. I put the concealer under my eyes because I absolutely hate dark circles! I also use concealer to cover up blemishes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 3&lt;/span&gt;: After I put the concealer on I put on Make Up Forever liquid foundation. I mix one pump of No. 5 and two pumps of No. 4. I also have No. 3 for the winter time when I am really pale. I mix the foundations to get the perfect color. I blend them with the coolest make up brush. Its the M.A.C. brush No. 180.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 4&lt;/span&gt;: Since I hate dark circles, after the foundation, I put on a little more concealer just under my eyes since the foundation makes it darker under my eyes. I use a lighter concealer from M.A.C. NW30 in a little lipstick tube-looking container and I select 'moisture cover.'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 5&lt;/span&gt;: To set the foundation I lightly brush on with a big powder brush M.A.C. Select Sheer Pressed Powder NC 30, then to make me a little tanner I lightly brush on M.A.C. Powder NW 45.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 6&lt;/span&gt;: Now its blush time! I'm obsessed with blush! I use a color called Gingerly to warm me up and give me a little color and then add a pink color called Cheek to give me rosey cheeks. I just started getting into cream blush and find it works a lot better and lasts a lost longer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 7&lt;/span&gt;: Time for the eyes! My favorite part! I first put down a M.A.C. Paint pot in a light color that matches my skin called Painterly. I just use my finder and put enough onto cover the lid. This creamy shadow makes it so that the powder eye shadow does not crease. Like, if you wear make up all day you will see that the eye shadow begins to crease and get oily, but if you put this paint color down first it won't! I love cream shadow and use the color cream pots too! I love colored shadow; so it depends on the color depend of shadow I plan to wear: If it's black smokey I use Carbon by M.A.C.; if its grey smokey I use Knight Divine or Print; if it's bown smokey I use Embark by M.A.C. I love a fresh shimmery look as well and use M.A.C. Pigment called Tan. Its so pretty! I love bright colors for eye make up! I absolutely love Make Up Forever and don't think anyone does pigment colors better than them. So again, depending on what color you feel like wearing, go look at Make Up Forever's colors to choose from.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 8&lt;/span&gt;: I always use black pencil eyeliner. My favorite is Stilla black pencil.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 9&lt;/span&gt;: Now its mascara time! Putting on mascara completes the look, but I have it when I mess up and get it on my eye lid and mess up the eye shadow. I used to use Lancome Hypnose, and still do, but I recently started to use M.A.C. Zoom mascara -- which is amazing! I take my time and put coat after coat. I love to layer mascaras so I will probably start with the M.A.C. Zoom and then put Lancome Hypnose on top. I always use a seperator brush to seperate my lashes. I am completely clueless on how to put false lashes on, so I only wear them for photo shoots sometimes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEP 10&lt;/span&gt;: The final touch is putting on lipstick! I usually use M.A.C. Lipliner called Stripdown (I use it very lightly) and a lipstick called Angel and put Nars Turkish Delight lipgloss on top. Or for my very nude matte lip I wear Nars Belle De Jour and I line my lips first with M.A.C. Subculture lipliner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That completes the Kim Kardashian make up lesson!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, the inspiration for this post came from the many makeup questions I've read in the comments areas of this site!... including this one...&lt;br /&gt;'SEXY' said: Hey Kim... Just writing to let you I'm a huge fan of urs...... And I love ur makeup style, but please tell me the name of the shadows you buy from forever make up [at Sephora]?? ...PLEASE KIM in ur future makeup comments can u be more specific on brand and type Cause I love the makeup u wear!!!!! And what foundation do u wear and which lancome mascara ???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope this was helpful. Keep your comments and questions coming -- I love to read them!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. Stay tuned because I'm planning to do a video blog of me actually putting my makeup on -- to show you all of my helpful tips in action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4718058978973825589?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4718058978973825589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4718058978973825589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4718058978973825589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4718058978973825589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-kims-way.html' title='This is Kim&apos;s Way!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-4019709340194328363</id><published>2009-02-27T07:55:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:53:33.964+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women stuffs'/><title type='text'>MAC Sugarsweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g145/debbie_sumual/SugarsweetpromoII-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 269px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g145/debbie_sumual/SugarsweetpromoII-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Eye Shadows - $14.50USD&lt;br /&gt;* Sugarshot - Pale frosty beige (Lustre) (LE)&lt;br /&gt;* Dear Cupcake - Mid-tone pink coral with gold pearlized pigments (Satin) (LE)&lt;br /&gt;* Aquavert - Soft mint with white pearlized pigments (Veluxe Pearl) (LE) (Repromote from Lure)&lt;br /&gt;* Stars 'n' Rockets - Lavender with red/pink reflects (Veluxe Pearl) (Permanent)&lt;br /&gt;* Club - Muted reddish brown duo-chrome with green opalescent shimmer (Satin) (Permanent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadesticks - (LE) $16.50USD&lt;br /&gt;* Cakeshop - Frosted light neutral beige&lt;br /&gt;* Lemon Chiffon - Frosted pewter&lt;br /&gt;* Butternutty - Frosted pale white gold&lt;br /&gt;* Red Velvet - Frosted mid-tone pink&lt;br /&gt;* Penny - Light pinky copper (Repromote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipsticks - $14.00USD&lt;br /&gt;* Sweet Thing - Mid-tone magenta with multi-dimensional pearl (Lustre) (LE)&lt;br /&gt;* Bubbles - Sheer frosty white beige (Glaze) (LE) (Repromote of DCd Item)&lt;br /&gt;* Touch - Peachy cinnamon (Lustre) (Permanent)&lt;br /&gt;* Lollipop Loving - Mid-tone coral with subtle green with gold iridescence (Glaze) (LE) (Repromote from Heatherette)&lt;br /&gt;* Saint Germain - Pastel pink (Amplified Creme) (Permanent in select Europe locations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tri-Colour Lipglass&lt;/b&gt; (LE) - $17.50USD&lt;br /&gt;* Tasty -&lt;br /&gt;Top: Sheer blue pink with reflects.&lt;br /&gt;Middle: Mid-tone blue pink with duo-chrome pearlized pigments.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Dark creamy red pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Just Dessert -&lt;br /&gt;Top: Sheer yellow pink with reflects.&lt;br /&gt;Middle: Mid-tone yellow pink with duo-chrome pearlized pigments.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Mid-tone creamy yellow pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Simply Delicious -&lt;br /&gt;Top: Sheer peach with reflects.&lt;br /&gt;Middle: Pale coral with duo-chrome pearlized pigments. Bottom: Creamy mid-tone coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Triple-Yum -&lt;br /&gt;Top: Sheer gold with gold reflects.&lt;br /&gt;Middle: True gold with duo-come pearlized pigments. Bottom: Mid-tone bronze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Consume Me -&lt;br /&gt;Top: Sheer white with reflects.&lt;br /&gt;Middle: Pale mint with duo-chrome pearlized pigments. Bottom: Creamy light peach with pearlized pigments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineralize Skinfinishes - (LE) $27.00USD&lt;br /&gt;* Perfect Topping - Pink/Peach/Lavender melange&lt;br /&gt;* Refined - Tan/Peach/Coral melange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascara - (Perm) $12.00USD&lt;br /&gt;* Zoom Lash: Zoomblack - Rich black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lash (Perm) - $12.00USD&lt;br /&gt;* #34 Lash - Dramatically long. Wispy. Features a long, winged-corner edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail Lacquer (LE) - $11.00USD&lt;br /&gt;* Peppermint Patti - Creamy mint green (Cream)&lt;br /&gt;* Seasonal Peach - Creamy pale peachy pink (Cream) (Repromote from Creme Sheen Fall 08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haiiiiizzz!! Cantik dan lucu yaaaaaaahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... pengen Lipglass yg Consume Me and Triple Yumm... Rez, beliin doooooongg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman-teman,&lt;br /&gt;Happy drooling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-4019709340194328363?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/4019709340194328363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=4019709340194328363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4019709340194328363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/4019709340194328363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/mac-sugarsweet.html' title='MAC Sugarsweet'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2738071820327674328</id><published>2009-02-26T08:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:34:01.119+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish to Allah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj127/tiaraaurora/blackberry%208310%20pink%20edition/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_MG_278654.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px; height: 236px;" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj127/tiaraaurora/blackberry%208310%20pink%20edition/_MG_278654.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;I am drooling over this gadget. Can I have this?&lt;br /&gt;Could you please be kind to me and give me my wish?&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't fret about the German scholarship. I simply know it is not for me and I promise I won't regret the slipping away chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah..&lt;br /&gt;I really want this Blackberry soooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will be a nice girl for my Mom and Dan and for the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;I swear in the holy name your Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2738071820327674328?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2738071820327674328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2738071820327674328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2738071820327674328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2738071820327674328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wish-to-allah.html' title='My wish to Allah...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj127/tiaraaurora/blackberry%208310%20pink%20edition/th__MG_278654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7974237625463125552</id><published>2009-02-23T07:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:06:04.902+07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things about me... *Thanking Nad for the tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/crl/d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/crl/u.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/crl/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/crl/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/crl/i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/crl/m.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/crl/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I am a melancholic person. All of my best friends have got used to it. But, me didn’t, don’t and will not cry in front of men. Never!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I love animal. I can’t stand seeing tortures toward animals. Something like bull race or horse race can make me weep. I hate seeing people making use of animals just for the sake of their power without thinking that they need to be pampered too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I breathe reggae music. I adore local reggae music and collect their CDs. Malang is certainly not a city for a reggae CD collector like me. Gotta ask I’in for a favor :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I love writing. I do write a lot when I am stressed especially with my love life. The last love story you can read it in my previous entries. I created a trilogy! Can you imagine? I also wrote some poems. They are all coming from my heart. Gosh! I’m such a melancholic writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;" lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like guys with their dreadlock! Therefore, Rahwana will always be my idol. I wanted to dreadlock my hair, but imagining me with my dreadlock seems to be quite sad because that is so impossible. I work, guys! I need to look pretty with my eyeshadows, eyeliner, and mascara. How the hell am I gonna look that cute with my dreadlock waggling in my face? Hmmm??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love taking pictures whenever and wherever. I always have my Olympus FE-320 in my bag wherever I go. Just in case if I meet Steven Kaligis, a boyfriend in my heart… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Steven Kaligis, the vocalist of Steven and Coconuttreez, is the hottest guy on earth. Iwan, the keyboardist, is number two. Rival, the bassist, is number three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I can sing all Steven and Coconuttreez songs. I own all their CDs and cassette but I lost my first album (The Other Side). Anybody, please help me finding this CD. It is so damn rare!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love my Casio watch. That watch, I got it for my 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday present. My Dad gave it to me as the replacement of an Orange Baby G. I love it. I have changed the arm band three times (now it’s black). My ex owned it for a few years (until we broke up, I demanded my watch back!). I just love this watch. It’s from my Dad, ne?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I am analytic. You might recognize me as a forgetful chick, but you will see when the time is right and I need my memory back. All of those silly details will come out of my head like bullets from a Baretta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love 11 as my lucky number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I heart Ryan Giggs (my eternal love in football). He’s married, breaks my heart, and I can’t turn my head to other football players (beside Edwin van der Sar and Iker Casillas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; yes, goalkeeper is the best hunks in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have a golden ring from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Mecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, from my Mom. I always wear it until now. I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;love you, Mum. By the way, many Westerners have mistaken it as an engagement ring!! Hell, NO!!! Ich bin ledig!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I used to be crazy in love with football, planned to be a professional player and as you might have guessed, my parents said no. I cried hard. I am not a football player, but I am good in juggling. Hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I was a manager of a football club called LEGATO FOOTBALL CLUB (LFC). I love this club so much. I kept their game statistics, and their pictures. I am a big fan of this club, even until now when this club is no longer exist. I miss you all, guys. I miss the strikers, the goal keepers, the midfielders, all!!! I wish I could turn back time and watch their games, each of their game all by myself. I don’t mind shouting from the bench telling the enemies to stop playing dirty games and stuffs. God knows that I really miss that time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have round eyes. A friend of my ex (when I was in the last year of my high school) said that I look like an owl. Really?? I like my eyes, though. Hehehe… Who doesn’t? *kikikikik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have a great passion about make up since last year. Yeah. I joined a forum called Fashionese Daily, then I can’t get out of my house without eye liner in my eyes. Hehehe… I do love smokey eyes make up and trying to make the best smokey eyes ever, but I still have to learn a lot! I am a banci blush and eye shadow. I love collecting blush and eye shadows!!! Hehehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I am after a palette from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;PAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; It is called pearl eyeshadow palette (if I’m not mistaken). Yet, I have to save my money because that would be the most expensive eye shadow palette I have ever bought! Hihihihi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. Yup! That bright colour. All of my friends know my passion about this colour. Some of them even call me Jeruk or Sunkist! My personality is somewhat bright, just like orange! Sweet and sour at the same time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love collecting lip products *yeah, I know they are not eternal. Let me count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Vitamin E lip balm &gt;&gt; The Body Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Satsuma Shimmer lip balm &gt;&gt; The Body Shop, this one I have two stacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Watermelon lip balm &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; The Body Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Visions Lip Gloss “Virgin” &gt;&gt; Oriflame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Whipstick &gt;&gt; Lush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lip Squeak &gt;&gt; Lush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lip &amp;amp; Cheek Stain &gt;&gt; The Body Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Liquid Lip Colour &gt;&gt; The Body Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lipglaze Vanilla &gt;&gt; Stila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lipglaze Apricot &gt;&gt; Stila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pleasureseeker lipstick &gt;&gt; MAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pot Rouge - Pale Pink &gt;&gt; Bobbi Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Super Lustrous Lip Gloss &gt;&gt; Revlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 60pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Some more... * I forget, hehehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There are four important people that I usually address them as my freelance mind translator. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in confusion, talking with Niken, Devi, Mbak Fitri and Reza will help me a lot. They help me unleashing the scrambled threads in my head. Hell… I hope I still get my free access to them when confusion is coming to town… *ehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have felt two times falling in love during my whole life time. Those loves are not there to keep. They were slipping from my hands, yet I learned a lot from them, including the you-cannot-have-all-the-things-you-wish-for lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Garfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, thank you for the lesson. Now I am back to reality that you and I, we are coming from different planets. We can’t be together, Hun… Still, you have to keep our Felix and I keep our Dominique. Rahwana, you are a big lesson! I understand Rama after my crush to you has come to an end. That was a crush and I am still your biggest fan. You’re beautiful…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Three things to go!! Yeah!! Mmm… what else… I just failed to reach my dream of schooling in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; this year. Yup, I missed the approval from my institution. That scholarship is just simply not for me. I’m disappointed, but time will heal, for sure!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Many people said that I am an easy going person. You know, in my age many girls will have a headache thinking about their future husband, potential job, etc. They see me as a person who is lay back and relaxed. Guys, let me tell you one thing, actually I fret about my soulmate, too. You don’t think I am a solitary lover, do you? I thought about it only after I watched drama movie. Hehehehehe… Aku juga pengen punya pacar lho, Teman… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt; text-indent: -17.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I am not a lesbian! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;!! NO CHANCE!! Don’t even think I’m an ACDC because I am straight! Do I make myself clear?? &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/4755470942908773531-7974237625463125552?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7974237625463125552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7974237625463125552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7974237625463125552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7974237625463125552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-about-me-thanking-nad-for-tag.html' title='25 things about me... *Thanking Nad for the tag!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-6969236707024289834</id><published>2009-02-21T17:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:05:32.319+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warum Ich?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kenapa mesti aku sih? Kenapa? Aku ini orangnya judes. Kalo ngomong suka seenak jidat. Nanti kamu sebel lho sama aku…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Trus aku ini orangnya superduper tukang ngambek. Ngambekku lama… Kalo kamu ngambekan juga, berarti kamu harus get lost!! Aku tidak bisa menerima kehadiran tukang ngambek kedua setelah diriku *heuheuheu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Aku juga boros banget! Apalagi soal lenongan! You’ll stop blinking when you see my make up stuffs. It is not a lot, but it is too much for a tomboy like me, I know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Selain itu aku juga manja! Mau aku geleyotin terus seharian? Mau aku suruh nganter aku kemana2? Mau aku suruh dengerin curhatanku yang panjangnya sejalur kereta Malang-Jakarta? Oh iya, aku juga tukang curhat! Aku gak bisa menderita sendirian…. Huhuhuhu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m not a good cook. Aku gak bisa masak. Aku phobia minyak goreng. Aku takut megang barang2 yang panas. Pokoknya nggak banget deh….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Masi mau sama aku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&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/4755470942908773531-6969236707024289834?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/6969236707024289834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=6969236707024289834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6969236707024289834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6969236707024289834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/warum-ich.html' title='Warum Ich?'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7796086098796251648</id><published>2009-02-21T17:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:04:56.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandal Nyemplung Got?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do I have to experience this? Balikan lagi sama mantanku? Bokkk… di catatan buku besar tentang sejarah perpacaranku gak ada subjudul yang menyebutkan aku pernah balikan sama mantan. Gak ada!! Over is over. Semua sudah selesai dan aku tidak ingin mengulanginya lagi. Hoahm…! &lt;i style=""&gt;*mikirin those lousy exes membuatku mengantuk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dengan Reza gak bisa gitu. Entah kenapa, kalo udah tentang Reza semua jadi ada kecualinya. Dia adalah satu-satunya mantan yang masih aku pedulikan. Maksudku, aku peduli padanya. Peduli sama perasaannya. Peduli sama hal-hal yg terjadi sama dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jadi inget kalo dulu aku pernah minta maaf just for the sake of our past. Aku ingin temenan lagi, aku gak pengen being so kindergarten dengan membencinya. Itu yang selalu kudengung-dengungkan pada Niken, Devi, dll. Yeah, aku menyalahkan Reza yang begitu childish dengan memutuskan tali pertemanan denganku. I had no idea how hurt it was to let him seeing me with someone new (there was no someone new, Darl). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Back to the topic, tentang sandal yang nyemplung got (apaan sih?!!!). I wonder if you ever heard pepatah Jawa yang bilang &lt;i style=""&gt;“Teklek nyemplung kalen, timbang golek athuk balen&lt;/i&gt;” (yang artinya kurleb: bakiak tercemplung di sungai, daripada mencari lebih baik kembali). Arrrrghh!! Aku benci pepatah ini karena di kamusku gak pernah ada kata kembali. Ternyata, pelan-pelan aku mengalir kearahnya… Dan aku, tidak punya daya untuk mengubah aliranku, seperti biasa….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Just wait and see…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Arggghhh!! Aku benci pepatah itu!! Siapa sih yang bikin?? Biar aku sunatin sinih!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&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/4755470942908773531-7796086098796251648?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7796086098796251648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7796086098796251648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7796086098796251648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7796086098796251648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/sandal-nyemplung-got.html' title='Sandal Nyemplung Got?'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-136407180142055596</id><published>2009-02-19T15:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:10:56.291+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gak mau gini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku bener2 gak pengen pertemanan kita jadi seperti ini!!&lt;br /&gt;Sadar dong!!&lt;br /&gt;Kok malah menjadikanku LAST RESORT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tau aku benci di-LAST RESORT-kan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%(*&amp;amp;|^&amp;amp;(*&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;*)(&amp;amp;(*&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;%%^#$@$*&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*)_(_)^$#@#%$@#%^$&amp;amp;%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIALLLLLLLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-136407180142055596?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/136407180142055596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=136407180142055596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/136407180142055596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/136407180142055596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/gak-mau-gini.html' title='Gak mau gini'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-7888197568151806664</id><published>2009-02-15T17:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:03:31.468+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo?! Is that a Proposal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Mmmm… Kamu gak pengen dengan formalitas menikah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dialog itu terlontar pas kami lagi bervespa ria pulang dari kontrakan Faishol. Dengan dudulnya aku mikir, “Formalitas menikah apaan, sih??”. Pas aku tanya, dengan suara dipelanin (takut diketawain ya, Rez?) dia bilang… &lt;i style=""&gt;“Ya ituuuuuuuuuuu….”&lt;/i&gt;. Gak jelas banget sih nih anak…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Maksud kamu formalitas pacaran? Biar enak pacarannya kita nikah siri gitu? GILE AJE!!!! Gendheng kamu minta yang gituan!! Bosen hidup, hah??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&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 lang="EN-US"&gt;“Heh, bukan!! Dengerin dong!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Lha terus apaan?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Maksudku LAMARAN gitu… Aku ngelamar kamu, ke rumahmu sama Mama dan Ayahku”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hah!? Perasaan kita baru beberapa hari baikan dari permusuhan maha panjang yang dimulai sejak kita putus dulu. Haloooooooooooo? Did I miss something here??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Orang ini dengan biadab telah mengajakku menikah tanpa &lt;i style=""&gt;tedeng aling&lt;/i&gt;, bikin aku pusing memikirkan semuanya. Apa ini shock therapy, Rez? Gila yakkk… Di kantor noh uda banyak shock therapies!! Emang kamu gak bisa membiarkan hidupku go with the flow? Gila aja!!! Berasa diajakin nikah orang yang baru ketemu di jalan. Kageeeeeeetttt!!! HOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Semua shocking revelation itu belum kujawab. Lagian, hari Rebo besok dia mau main di Monumen. Gak mungkin banget ngomongin ginian disaat dianya sibuk nyiapin pementasan. Gak etis!! &lt;i style=""&gt;*Reza yang gak etis karna melamarku dengan spontan… &lt;/i&gt;Arggghh!! Kemana perginya tukang balon dan gula kapuk disaat aku membutuhkan mereka!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&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/4755470942908773531-7888197568151806664?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/7888197568151806664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=7888197568151806664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7888197568151806664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/7888197568151806664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/hallo-is-that-proposal.html' title='Hallo?! Is that a Proposal?'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3304163445959423868</id><published>2009-02-03T12:05:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:48:10.871+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Sweet Confession for him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYfd35g7ecI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0nlL1JCKAc0/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYfd35g7ecI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0nlL1JCKAc0/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298447439026158018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kamu merasa begitu menyayangi seseorang? Pernahkah kamu merasakan bahwa kehadiran orang itu terasa begitu penting dalam setiap langkah yang ingin kamu lakukan? Pernahkah kamu merasa bahwa kamu hanya ingin berbagi semuanya dengan orang itu? Berbagi suka, gembira, duka, marah, sedih, kecewa, semuanya. Tiba-tiba menceritakan detil-detil yang terjadi pada hari-hari yang kamu lalui terasa begitu menyenangkan. Pernahkan kamu menelpon seseorang selama 3 jam tanpa merasa bosan sama sekali?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Biar saya perjelas. Saya pernah. Dengan kepala tegak saya mengakui bahwa orang itu penting artinya bagi hidup saya. Dia yang melukis warna dalam hidup saya yang akhir-akhir ini terasa begitu hitam putih akan kesibukan di kantor dan di rumah. Dia yang menyalakan api semangat saya untuk berkarya. Yak, sejak mengenalnya entah sudah berapa puisi dan cerita yang sudah saya tuliskan. Mungkin sebagian bisa dibaca di blog saya ini. Siapa orang ini? Seperti apa wajahnya? Kenapa dia begitu istimewa? Kalau boleh saya beropini, orang ini sama sekali tidak ganteng. Jauh sekali dengan Iker Casillas, kiper idola saya yang kegantengannya tersohor di seluruh dunia. Badannya tidak atletis, cenderung kerempeng malah. Yang membuat saya berdecak kagum adalah musikalitasnya yang begitu mengagumkan. Entah alat musik apa yang tidak bisa dimainkan karena setahu saya dia tahu bagaimana cara memproduksi suara yang indah dari tiap alat musik yang ada. Lagu-lagu ciptaannya begitu membius. Setidaknya saya terbius… Dia sangat sederhana namun begitu cermat dan berarti dalam tiap perkataan dan perbuatannya. Kedewasaannya dalam menghadapi masalah juga membuat saya mengaguminya. Lucunya zodiak kami sama. Saya tahu persis bagaimana karakter orang yang berzodiak seperti milik kami, namun orang ini seperti bisa memanfaatkan karakter tersebut. Ia mengolah sisi melankolisnya menjadi lagu-lagu indah yang saya sebutkan sebelumnya. Hmmm… saya jadi ingin dibuatkan sebuah lagu manis untuk saya sendiri (mimpi kali ye?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Itulah sekilas pengakuan saya. Mengapa saya menulis hal menye-menye seperti ini di blog saya? Saya hanya ingin mengakui bahwa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM FALLING IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I am and if I can say more, I fell really hard this time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sudah bisa ditebakkah akhir cerita saya? Yah, seperti yang sudah-sudah, saya hanya menyimpan ini semua dalam hati. Tidak pernah ada pernyataan yang keluar dari bibir saya. Semuanya tersimpan rapat untuk saya dan pembaca sekalian. Kalau boleh saya juga ingin menyampaikan pada dia bahwa dia telah membawa segala hal yang terbaik pada diri saya. Saya menjadi lebih sabar, penyayang, perhatian, dan sensitif. Rahwana, terima kasih untuk sekotak krayon ini, semuanya begitu indah dan akan selalu terbingkai indah dalam hati saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yang menggembirakan bagi saya adalah akhirnya saya bisa berkompromi dengan gengsi saya yang terhitung cukup tinggi. Yeah, mengakui ini semua memang membutuhkan keberanian extra dan gengsi yang harus saya tekan habis-habisan. Saya baru tahu bahwa saya sanggup melakukan ini semua. Termasuk mengikhlaskannya yang tidak merasakan apa yang saya rasakan... Sedih, mungkin. Yang pasti saya bersyukur karena masih diberi kesempatan merasakan ini. Dunia seperti jungkir balik. Like a roller coaster, indeed. Perasaan ini hanya dua kali saya rasakan dan semoga masih akan ada kali ke-tiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sekarang saya mau teriak begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WATASHI WA KARESHI GA AISHITERU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sudah! Hanya itu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, saya ingin memeluknya seperti ini, tapi sepertinya tidak bisa ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYflua-MqvI/AAAAAAAAALE/gVopUSXncRE/s1600-h/hugsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYflua-MqvI/AAAAAAAAALE/gVopUSXncRE/s320/hugsss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298456072301619954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ini, pengakuan saya nyatakan selesai!! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3304163445959423868?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3304163445959423868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3304163445959423868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3304163445959423868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3304163445959423868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-confession-for-him.html' title='a Sweet Confession for him'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYfd35g7ecI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0nlL1JCKAc0/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2725726937698250088</id><published>2009-02-03T09:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:28:25.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verliebt'/><title type='text'>Verliebt!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SY-iIFRP2SI/AAAAAAAAALU/OmgfWTvSKpY/s1600-h/Ravana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SY-iIFRP2SI/AAAAAAAAALU/OmgfWTvSKpY/s400/Ravana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300633546175535394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin verliebt...&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz weint so stark das es blutet.&lt;br /&gt;Aber ich halte es aus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weil du doch mein Schatz bist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2725726937698250088?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2725726937698250088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2725726937698250088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2725726937698250088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2725726937698250088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/verliebt.html' title='Verliebt!!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SY-iIFRP2SI/AAAAAAAAALU/OmgfWTvSKpY/s72-c/Ravana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-9067564631342254332</id><published>2009-02-02T07:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:01:16.026+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poni'/><title type='text'>PONIKU BERBAHAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYfrQ4SET0I/AAAAAAAAALM/uOWrQmI1B9w/s1600-h/imuuuuuuut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYfrQ4SET0I/AAAAAAAAALM/uOWrQmI1B9w/s400/imuuuuuuut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298462161843277634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beberapa hari ini saya merasa risih luar biasa. Yeah, poni saya mulai kepanjangan. Saya tidak terbiasa dengan rambut yang menjuntai-juntai di wajah. Risih! Karena sudah tidak tahan, tanpa pikir panjang saya melangkahkan kaki ke salon dekat rumah. Salon ini terkenal karena bisa memotong rambut orang dengan cepat dan bagus. Maklum, sang hairdresser lulusann sekolah rambut di negeri Paman Hitler. Sambil memotong rambut, terkadang saya iseng mengajak ngobrol dalam bahasa Jerman. Bisa ditebak, saya yang duluan menyerah. Ich verstehe nicht, entschuldigung (Saya tidak mengerti, maaf)… Yah, siapa tahu dengan sok akrab begitu saya bisa mendapat diskon :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kembali ke urusan rambut saya, sesampainya di salon ternyata antrian tidak terlalu panjang. Beberapa menit saya habiskan untuk mencuci rambut, kemudian giliran saya segera tiba. Dengan cepat saya jelaskan bahwa saya hanya ingin merapikan rambut dan memendekkan poni yang sudah terlalu panjang. Kress! Kress! Yup! Panjang poninya pas… panjang rambutnya juga…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Setelah diblow beberapa saat, saya mulai merasa bahwa saya melupakan sesuatu. Dalam keadaan kering rambut saya selalu sedikit mengembang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sejak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;SD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; banyak yang iri dengan poni saya karena selalu mengembang dengan alami seperti poni bintang telenovela, Thalia. Bila dalam keadaan basah panjangnya pas, berarti dalam keadaan kering rambut saya akan sedikit menggembung. Yeah! Poni saya terlalu pendek. Saya pulang dari salon dengan cemberut. Seharian saya habiskan di rumah saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hari ini saya berangkat ke kantor dengan enggan. Ingin rasanya bolos saja, jika itu bisa memanjangkan poni saya beberapa millimeter saja. Saya tetap ke kantor. Pertama masuk beberapa siswa magang sudah menahan tawa. Haduhhhh… malunya!! Mereka bergerombol dan menunjuk-nunjuk saya. Saya pura-pura tidak tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tiba-tiba perhatian saya tertumbuk pada seorang anak laki-laki. Sepertinya dia siswa magang yang baru. Kasihan, duduk sendirian di pojokan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beberapa menit kemudian dia beranjak dari duduknya, dia datang menghampiri orang di sebelahnya untuk memperkenalkan diri. Dengan tenang dia berkeliling untuk bersalaman dan memperkenalkan diri. Ketika giliranku dia berkata seperti ini (tanpa diedit). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Anak SMU&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adhit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak SMU&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSG disini juga??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Seketika meledaklah tawa siswa magang yang duduk disebelah saya, Sari dan Kiki. Mereka langsung meledek “sekolah di mana, Mbak?”. Duh, saya sampai salah tingkah. Si Wasis juga salah tingkah. Poni ini membunuhku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ah sudahlah. Satu pelajaran saya ambil, jangan memotong poni terlalu pendek bila tak mau dilirik daun muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&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/4755470942908773531-9067564631342254332?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/9067564631342254332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=9067564631342254332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/9067564631342254332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/9067564631342254332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/02/poniku-berbahaya.html' title='PONIKU BERBAHAYA'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYfrQ4SET0I/AAAAAAAAALM/uOWrQmI1B9w/s72-c/imuuuuuuut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5988473194752284546</id><published>2009-01-30T12:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:40:34.438+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allahku'/><title type='text'>Sebuah Sindiran Manis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jika engkau tidak mempunyai ‘ilm dan hanya prasangka,&lt;br /&gt;milikilah prasangka yang baik tentang Tuhan. Itulah jalannya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika engkau hanya mampu merangkak,&lt;br /&gt;maka merangkaklah kepada-Nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika engkau tidak mampu berdoa dengan khusyu’,&lt;br /&gt;maka persembahkanlah doamu yang kering, munafik, dan tanpa keyakinan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena Tuhan dalam rahmat-Nya&lt;br /&gt;tetap menerima mata uang palsumu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika engkau mempunyai seratus keraguan kepada Tuhan,&lt;br /&gt;maka kurangilah jadi sembilan puluh sembilan saja. Itulah jalannya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai pejalan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau kau telah seratus kali ingkar janji, datanglah, dan datanglah lagi!&lt;br /&gt;Karena Tuhan telah berfirman:&lt;br /&gt;“Ketika engkau mengangkasa, ataupun terpuruk dalam jurang,&lt;br /&gt;ingatlah kepada-Ku, karena Aku-lah Jalan itu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Jalaluddin Rumi—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;Trims! Saya tersindir...&lt;br /&gt;sumber dari  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;intangiblemind.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5988473194752284546?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5988473194752284546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5988473194752284546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5988473194752284546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5988473194752284546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/sebuah-sindiran-manis.html' title='Sebuah Sindiran Manis'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1690641570599971553</id><published>2009-01-30T07:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:32:23.012+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Komentar Ini Membunuhku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYJYPR7wr2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BWqHRMtDE6I/s1600-h/sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYJYPR7wr2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BWqHRMtDE6I/s400/sucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296893131276463970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; beberapa komentar tentang tulisan saya. Yeah, terimakasih semuanya… Dibaca saja saya sudah senang, apalagi diberi komentar. I feel honoured... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Harus diakui bahwa memang tidak semua komentar bernada positif. Banyak juga komentar verbal yang saya terima selain komentar-komentar tertulis yang ada di blog-blog saya, semua saya dengarkan dengan senyum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; yang bilang tidak suka karena terlalu mellow, ada yang membaca paragraf pertama saja sudah malas untuk melanjutkan ke paragraph berikutnya. Itu tidak masalah buat saya. Ketika saya mem-posting beberapa tulisan ke semua blog saya dan mencetak tulisan saya untuk kemudian saya pinjamkan ke beberapa teman untuk dibaca, saya sudah mempersiapkan hati. Saya sudah berjanji pada diri sendiri bahwa seperti apapun komentar teman-teman ataupun para kenalan saya, saya tidak boleh marah. Saya harus bisa menerimanya dengan hati yang lapang. Sedangkan kalau komentarnya bernada positif saya tidak boleh sombong. Semua komentar-komentar itu saya tampung, dan saran-sarannya saya perhatikan, terutama saran-saran yang berkaitan dengan pragmatik bahasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Namun, suatu ketika komentar yang lumayan tajam datang dari salah seorang teman dekat. Entah saya yang sedang sensitif atau dia hanya ingin menggoda saya. Dengan santai dia mempertanyakan ketulusan saya dalam berkarya. Saya tanggapi setenang mungkin bawah saya menulis untuk kepuasan saya sendiri dan saya selalu menulis dengan hati. Semua puisi dan cerpen saya lahir dari suasana hati yang berwarna-warni. Setiap karya memiliki makna yang dalam bagi saya. Menulis selalu membuat saya lega karena berhasil mengeluarkan unek-unek dengan cara yang elegan dan indah (indah bila dibandingkan dengan melampiaskan kekesalan dengan membanting piring-piring di dapur Mama saya). Disini saya lulus ujian. Saya menghadapi kritikannya dengan kepala dingin. Yang mengejutkan, kemudian teman dekat ini mengeluarkan kata-kata yang cukup mengusik “Dengan menulis kamu lega, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;? Kamu lega karena tulisanmu dibaca orang”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Saya tersentak kaget. Mungkin sebagian pernyataanya benar. Beberapa seniman memang memilih untuk mengapresiasi karyanya dan mengaguminya sendiri. Sayangnya saya bukan seperti mereka. Saya lebih memilih untuk menempelkan karya saya. Kalau ada yang lihat ya syukur, kalau tidak ada ya tidak apa-apa. Setidaknya saya sudah mencoba berbagi. Pernyataan itu begitu sederhana tapi menyisakan tanda tanya di benak saya. Benarkah saya menulis hanya agar bisa dibaca orang lain? Benarkah saya menulis bukan untuk diri saya sendiri? Benarkah saya menulis untuk menciptakan image tentang saya sesuai gambaran yang ingin saya bangun? Pertanyaan-pertanyaan tersebut terlampau sulit untuk saya jawab karena pemikiran saya yang terlalu sederhana. Satu hal yang bisa saya pastikan bahwa saya menulis dengan segenap kejujuran. Saya mencoba jujur bahwa saya menulis karena memang ingin bukan karena harus dan yang terpenting, saya menulis terutama untuk diri sendiri. Sebagai sarana mengukur kedewasaan… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Anda berpendapat ini apology? Be my guess :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kenapa ya? Kok selalu saja omongan celometan selalu datang dari temen2ku sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;Kadang mereka bisa begitu menyebalkan... Dan yang bukan siapa2 kadang bisa begitu sportif dan membesarkan hati penyair beginner ini... *Fiuuhhh capek hati jadinya!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-1690641570599971553?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1690641570599971553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1690641570599971553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1690641570599971553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1690641570599971553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/ada-beberapa-komentar-tentang-tulisan.html' title='Komentar Ini Membunuhku'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SYJYPR7wr2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BWqHRMtDE6I/s72-c/sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5951882889647984175</id><published>2009-01-22T14:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:38:48.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'>He’s Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Maaf.. Ya.. Aq minta maaf.. Sekali lagi, bukan mksd apa2, aq cuma mau minta maaf saja.. Jangan tanya alasannya.. Tp, yg jelas, maafkan aq..!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sender:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;+6285233xxxxxx&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sent:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="1" day="21" year="2009"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;21-Jan-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="21" minute="5"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;21:05:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tiba-tiba sms itu nyangkut di hpku malam2. I have to admit that I’ve been thinking about this guy recently. Gak tau kenapa? Tiba-tiba pikiran tentangnya melintas, tak bisa dicegah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Malam itu dia tiba-tiba mengirimkan sms. Dia meminta maaf. Sepertinya sudah aku tulis &lt;a&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/11/sungguh-aku-ikhlas-rama.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;betapa aku begitu kehilangan sosok sahabat, teman, mantan pacar seperti dia. Rasanya sakit karena melihatnya begitu tersakiti olehku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sekarang dia datang lagi dalam hidupku. Entah sebagai teman atau sahabat (itu yang kuharapkan). Entah kenapa kehadirannya begitu berarti. Kami pernah bersama, dan itu indah. Dan aku, sama sekali tidak menyimpan amarah seperti yang biasa terjadi pada mantan-mantanku yang lain. Aneh! Memang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I heart his come back!! *hehehehe… YAY!!&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/4755470942908773531-5951882889647984175?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5951882889647984175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5951882889647984175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5951882889647984175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5951882889647984175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-back.html' title='He’s Back!!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1789172160323380433</id><published>2009-01-16T07:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:27:59.994+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece of mind'/><title type='text'>Untuk Srikandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SXAEeanDYuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NaKc2Sm5xZA/s1600-h/Dewi_Srikandi_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SXAEeanDYuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NaKc2Sm5xZA/s320/Dewi_Srikandi_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291734482746041058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jadi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disinilah aku berdiri. Mencoba berdiri lebih tepatnya. Mencoba sekuat tenaga menjadi kuat. Jujur, kakiku sudah tidak kuat menopang berat badanku sendiri. Aku yang limbung hampir jatuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku yang hilang rasa untuk sirnakan kata maaf dari kepalaku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Semua ini berawal denganmu. Kau! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Rambut panjangmu yang legam. Kau dan lesung pipit di pipi kirimu. Kau yang selalu berceloteh riang semeriah pagi. Kau yang menggambar pelangi di siangku yang terkoyak mendung.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Aku suka hujan. Suka sekali!“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Binar matamu indah kala kau mengatakannya. Hanya titik-titik air yang jatuh dari langit, tapi ia sanggup membuat matamu berbinar. Binar matamu ternyata lebih indah dari titik-titik air yang tumpah berbiaskan cahaya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kala kau datang. Kau tak pernah mengetuk pintu. Sembrono. Tidak sopan. Kau langgar batas kekuasaanku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kau bergerak terus. Maju dan maju seperti prajurit perang. Sejenak aku gagu. Apakah aku adalah papan sasaran bagimu? Apakah aku target bidikanmu kali ini? Dengan gugup kuambil senjatanya seadanya. Kuraih apapun yang ada di sekitarku. Oh tidak, jarakmu sudah terlampau dekat. Yak! Aku terbidik!!! Aku masuk daerah serangmu... Sekarang, apa yang harus kulakukan? Melarikan diri? Tidak mungkin. Menyerangmu lebih dulu. Tanganku telanjang tak bersenjata. Memohon ampun? Aku masih punya harga diri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kau berjalan. Makin dekat. Dekat. Dekat. Dekat. Dekat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Jarak kita hanya berjarak satu kepalan tangan. Ya ampun, kenapa lonceng hatiku berdentang? Sebentar? Apa ini lagu cinta nan cengeng yang senantiasa kucibir dan kucerca? Kenapa lamat-lamat aku mendengarnya dilagukan entah oleh siapa? Oh... aku mulai gila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”Aku ingin dekat denganmu, Ra”&lt;/span&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;&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;Kau? Aku tidak percaya kau berucap kata itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Apa maksudmu dekat? Apa yang kau maksud dekat? Cukup dekat untuk menggaduhkan duniaku yang hening? Cukup dekat untuk memberi benderang pada hariku yang gulita? Katakan sedekat apa! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Disini aku selalu sendiri. Aku berpikir sendiri. Mencoba mengerti dunia dan takdir yang mampir padaku. Tak sedikitpun aku ingin ditemani. Tak secercah asapun ingin kugubah hanya demi mendengar nasehat manis, mimpi berderai, angan membuncah. Duniaku hening, gelap, dan dingin. Itu yang ku tahu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&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;Lalu kau datang, meringsek maju, ingin mendekat. Kita berbeda warna. Tempatmu tidak disini dan tempatmu takkan pernah terjangkau kedua kakiku yang senantiasa tak beralas. Kau yang bersinar, aku yang berkerumun gelap.&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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”Kau gadis yang baik”&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Dengan suara tercekat kusampaikan maksudku. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Demi Tuhan, hentikan semua perhatian ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Jangan pernah kau telepon aku lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Jangan mengirimkan sms-sms itu. Kumohon!! Hapus nomorku dari ingatanmu. Bentangkan kain hitam. Tanggalkan ikat kepala putih. Menyerahlah!&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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”Aku tidak bisa berhenti merokok. Sudah coba kulakukan tapi aku tetap tak bisa. Aku tidak bisa berhenti minum. Mereka semua temanku dan aku tak berarti tanpa mereka. Saat mereka mengangkat gelas, saat itulah aku harus mengangkat gelas milikku juga. Ohya, aku tidak sakit. Flu ini sudah biasa. Bagaimanapun kondisi tubuhku, jangan pernah memaksaku makan. Aku sudah makan tadi siang dan itu cukup untuk hari ini. Oh iya, jangan memaksaku tidur sebelum jam empat pagi karena dalam mimpi pun aku tak sanggup melakukannya. Terima kasih untuk semuanya.”&lt;/span&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;&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;Sudah kukatakan apa yang harus kukatakan, tapi kau tak juga mundur. Letakkan senjatamu dan pulanglah. Disini tidak ada musuh, hanya ada batu yang keras kepala dan kokoh. Jangan buang tenagamu untuk seonggok batu karena apapun yang terjadi ia akan tetap seonggok batu. Kelam, keras dan dingin.&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;Sudah kuperingatkan. Namun kau dan keras hatimu masih juga bergeming. Warna merah jambu mulai menjalari. Inikah? Bukan, kurasa bukan. Meski aku tak pernah mengecapnya, aku tahu bukan ini rasanya. &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;Selama bulir waktu bergulir, selama denyut raga menggelayut, ini pertama kalinya. Kedatanganmu membawa harum tanah tersiram air hujan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kau adalah hari Senin, Selasa, Rabu, Kamis, Jumat, Sabtu, Minggu. Tak selarik jingga senja pun terlewatkan tanpa mayangmu membelai pundakku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”Aku sayang kamu dan aku percaya jodoh”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Anganku terburai cepat tanpa bisa kucegah. Aku mengutuk diriku yang tak sanggup menebar sangkal dan menuang dusta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Terlanjur. Seperti hujan yang merah muda memendam bara kasih dalam tiap rintiknya.&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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”Aku tidak yakin mencintaimu, Shin”&lt;/span&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;&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;Ralatku mengalir tak tercekal. Seperti sia-sia menghentikan hujan yang terlanjur deras. Harus berhenti. Sekarang atau tidak sama sekali.&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;Matamu bertanya dalam bara lukanya. Aku terpasung dalam sunyiku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Pelan-pelan kupalingkan wajah. Aku tahu tangismu tergores peka dalam relungnya yang terdalam. Tapi kau adalah Srikandi yang perkasa dan jelita. Takkan kau biarkan butiran airmata menitik. Tak kau biarkan bunga luka menebarkan harumnya. Setidaknya tidak di depanku. Kau terlalu tangguh. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Maafkan aku, Srikandiku. Aku hanya ingin jujur pada diri sendiri.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Percayalah. Waktu yang akan menyembuhkan semuanya. &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/4755470942908773531-1789172160323380433?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1789172160323380433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1789172160323380433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1789172160323380433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1789172160323380433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/untuk-srikandi.html' title='Untuk Srikandi'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SXAEeanDYuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NaKc2Sm5xZA/s72-c/Dewi_Srikandi_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8532195157764913995</id><published>2009-01-09T07:41:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:27:12.240+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece of mind'/><title type='text'>Lilitan Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWb6sq7q62I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9nKSUvh1N8M/s1600-h/windy20day20header.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWb6sq7q62I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9nKSUvh1N8M/s400/windy20day20header.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289190457738980194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Lama kita terlilit &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruntai-untai simpul persahabatan kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama kita terjalin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruntai-untai tali perkawanan kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Bersama-sama bererat tangan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berpeluh bahagia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertangis duka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah ingin lepaskan jalinan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Waktu beranjak tua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umur bertahta dewasa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat lilitan kita, simpul kuat mulai terurai masai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Sekarangkah, sahabat?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Sudahkah untaian kita lapuk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Sekarangkah ikatan kita rapuh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kemana tempo kemarin berlalu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ataukah hanya aku yang tak berpindah tempat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lena, sahabatku...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikirku, lilitan ini selalu ada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Sahabatku,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku lepaskan lilitan...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larilah...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebaslah...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kan ku untai doa hening&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selaksa ikhlas berdenting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Hanya untukmu, sahabat-sahabat tersayang...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;14:15&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Januari 2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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;Buat Niken, Rahwana dan Eri yang sudah pergi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat Devi yang ingin pergi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CINTA&lt;/span&gt; kalian!&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;&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/4755470942908773531-8532195157764913995?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8532195157764913995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8532195157764913995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8532195157764913995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8532195157764913995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/lilitan-hati.html' title='Lilitan Hati'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWb6sq7q62I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9nKSUvh1N8M/s72-c/windy20day20header.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-55359483403388832</id><published>2009-01-08T07:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:41:38.362+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece of mind'/><title type='text'>Langkah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWVUe1OWnvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uAAZ0glFCnA/s1600-h/img10063136228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWVUe1OWnvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uAAZ0glFCnA/s400/img10063136228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288726226076606194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Kulangkahkan kaki.&lt;br /&gt;Gamang…&lt;br /&gt;Enggan pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sulit rasanya memulai sesuatu. Sesuatu yang tidak dikehendaki untuk bisa dimulai. Seperti langkah ini. Sungguh aku enggan memulainya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Bukan tanpa alasan aku melangkah. Mengorek sisa-sisa keberanian. Keberanian menjalani apa yang dikatakan orang sebagai awal, namun bagiku tak lebih hanya sisa-sisa keberanian. Aku tidak berani memulainya. Aku tidak berani mengawalinya. Aku hanya bisa menoleh ke belakang dan sangat ingin kembali.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;”Aku tidak yakin mencintaimu, Shin”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kalimat itu berputar-putar di kepalaku. Seperti bunyi kaset kusut. Seperti radio rusak. Aku tidak bisa menghentikannya berdenging di telingaku. Aku yang lelah ini tidak mempercayai kenyataan bahwa aku masih harus terluka.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;”Ra, aku tidak pernah menyuruhmu mencintaiku. Tidak pernah! Aku tidak pernah memintamu untuk membalas semua perhatianku. Terlintas pun tidak. Aku tidak pernah bertanya, tapi mengapa kau menjawab? Pertanyaan siapa yang kau jawab?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;”Aku tahu kau tidak pernah bertanya, Shin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku hanya tidak mau kamu berharap banyak. Aku hanya ingin meneruskan apa yang sudah dari dulu kumulai dan menyelesaikannya sesegera mungkin. Aku hanya ingin berkonsentrasi penuh pada hal itu. Maafkan aku. Aku hanya ingin jujur pada diriku sendiri.”&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="PT-BR"&gt;Jujur pada diri sendiri atau egois? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku tahu kau mengatakan semua itu untuk kepentinganmu sendiri. Alasan agar ku berhenti berharap adalah omong kosong. Seingatku aku tidak pernah membagi harapanku kepadamu tapi kau berulah seolah ini semua adalah hama yang harus diberantas. Bagaimana bisa ada hama bila hamparan padi saja kau tidak punya? Menggelikan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Tahukah kamu? Aku hampir selalu melewati pintu itu tapi entah kenapa aku selalu ingin kembali lagi. Aku seakan gamang, merasa asing dengan dunia luar. Aku jadi seperti alien yang baru saja mendarat dari pesawat luar angkasa. Aku atau mereka yang aneh. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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;Bagiku hanya dua hal yang tidak aneh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Pertama, aku. Kedua, kamu. Kalau saja kamu sadar, kita sudah berbagi diri kita sejak hari pertama kita bertemu. Kau dengan sapaan khasmu yang super aneh itu. Aku dan tingkahku yang kikuk di hadapanmu. Sejak itu aku tidak pernah jauh darimu. Seperti layang-layang. Meski terbang tinggi diatas langit, tetap terhubungkan dengan seutas benang. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku tidak pernah memasangkan tali kekang. Kau tidak pernah menandai daerah kekuasaanmu. Semua berjalan seperti biasa. Kita yang selalu bersama adalah seperti matahari yang berbinar di siang hari dan gelap yang menjuntai malam hari. Kita hampir percaya bahwa pagi yang mendung bukanlah pagi, malam yang berbenderang purnama bukanlah malam. Kita hanya mengenal pagi beralun mentari, malam berdawai gelap. Itu saja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kita bersama. Kita berkubang dalam hukum yang kita tuliskan bersama. Hukum yang kita tatahkan pada batu. Hukum yang kita torehkan dengan tinta darah. Hukum bahwa Shin adalah Ra, Ra adalah Shin. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Berjuta kali aku mempercayakanmu semilyar rahasia. Semua galau, maki, benci, amarah, duka, semua kupercayakan padamu. Tak ada yang tertutupi. Kau bilang aku selalu berkicau seperti penyiar radio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Kau adalah tempat sampah terhebat. Menerima tanpa pilih-pilih dan banyak protes. Kau anugerah.&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="DE"&gt;Kau beku seperti es. Seperti tak punya hati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Selalu berusaha terlihat tangguh meski tersakiti. Tak terhitung pengkhianatan yang kusaksikan, kau hanya mampu memaki di depanku. Kau terlalu mencintai teman-temanmu. Mereka adalah udara yang kau hirup. Mereka adalah tanah yang kau pijak. Mereka adalah air yang kau minum. Sadarkah kau, kau menghirup udara yang penuh polusi, kau memijak pasir hisap, kau meminum racun? Peringatanku berdesing seperti senapan tua, kekhawatiranku tampak seperti suara gasing yang tak penting. Kau tak pedulikan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Tetap saja aku yang teristimewa. Aku selalu hadir. Aku selalu ada. Aku, sang penyimpan rahasia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Semua melodi yang tercipta di tengah malam hening. Puisi yang tertulis di kala senyap berkumandang. Kau membuka pintumu, memperdengarkan melodi yang tak terdengar siapapun, membacakan puisi yang tak tersampaikan bahkan oleh angin. Aku masih menyimpannya. Semua tanpa terkecuali. Di rumahmu yang hening dan senyap kita belajar membuka pintu dan membebaskan jiwa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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;Aku seperti seorang Putri dan kau adalah Ksatriaku. Aku memilikimu yang selalu menjagaku seperti angin yang memeluk ombak di lautan lepas. Kau mempunyai aku yang selalu menunggu seperti burung gereja berharap hujan.&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="FI"&gt;Aku merasa terhormat. Aku merasa dihargai. Aku merasa berharga. Aku merasa dicintai meski tak terkatakan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;”Aku membutuhkanmu, Shin.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kau mengulanginya. Mengingatkanku akan pengamen kecil di bis penuh sesak yang menyanyikan lagu yang sama dari waktu ke waktu. Semuanya tersembur tanpa beban. Hanya seperti helaan napas yang langsung terurai lepas ke udara. Ternyata es bisa mencair. Kau dan kesedihanmu. Aku hening. Ucapan hanya sampai di udara. Nasehat hanya ber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;putar di kepalaku. Aku berduka atas kemalanganmu, tapi tanganku terikat, kakiku terpasung. &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;Sekarang,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok,&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;Semuanya akan berubah. &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;Kurasa inilah saatnya aku benar-benar melangkah. Aku hanya perlu melangkah keluar dan menutup kembali pintunya. Aku yakin kamu takkan pernah sadar bahwa matahari menyingkir dari pagi, dan gelap tinggalkan malam. &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="FI"&gt;Kau yang tak yakin mencintaiku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku yang tak pernah bilang cinta.&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;Kita adalah pasangan yang cocok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saling melengkapi, tapi tidak untuk bersama.&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;&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;19:53&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Januari 2008&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;*selingan untuk rasa capek karena terjemahan yang menumpuk! Semoga berkenan!!! Kalau ada komentar, jangan sungkan untuk menuliskannya di comment box. Atau kalau mau  private, bole ke email saya di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;adhitorange_11@yahoo.com&lt;/span&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/4755470942908773531-55359483403388832?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/55359483403388832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=55359483403388832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/55359483403388832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/55359483403388832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/langkah.html' title='Langkah'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWVUe1OWnvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uAAZ0glFCnA/s72-c/img10063136228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2515547891407447147</id><published>2009-01-05T08:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:39:04.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eri juga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWGcGu1qQGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j1E-SgtBg1A/s1600-h/PB010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWGcGu1qQGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j1E-SgtBg1A/s400/PB010007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287679076975919202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren Eri (one of those lousy buddies of mine) ke rumah. Katanya dia mo berangkat ke Jakarta. Dia ketrima di Bapepam gitu...&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;Sedih juga mikirnya, karena aku dulu juga perna ngalamin eksodus ke Jakarta meski cuman beberapa hari. Aku gak bayangin gimana heboh persiapannya. Belum lagi si Elmi, sang istri tercinta lagi hamil 3 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kepindahannya ke Jakarta adalah yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mencapai kesuksesan memang tidak mudah dan kadang pilihan yang ada tidak terlalu bersahabat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you luck, Ri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ini adalah kehilangan kedua dalam tahun ini. Cara yang bagus untuk mengawali tahun. Kehilangan 2 orang yang kusayangi...&lt;br /&gt;Habis ini yang ngilang sapa lagi yak??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2515547891407447147?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2515547891407447147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2515547891407447147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2515547891407447147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2515547891407447147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/eri-juga.html' title='Eri juga...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SWGcGu1qQGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j1E-SgtBg1A/s72-c/PB010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8377124963859760829</id><published>2009-01-03T12:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:58:48.952+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biar kurunut kehilanganku...</title><content type='html'>Banyak yang hilang di tahun 2008...&lt;br /&gt;Kalau boleh dikatakan semua itu sebelumnya benar-benar milikku... maka aku sudah tidak memilikinya lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Niken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya ada di postingan2 sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Pekerjaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat postingan sebelumnya juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika dia sudah memutuskannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Kemampuanku untuk bertahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudah, aku mau jongkok aja di pojokan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Rama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu mantan yang baik, sayang kita tidak bisa berteman dengan normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Dreadlock Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God forgive your soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AKU NGAMBEK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah...&lt;br /&gt;Dunia, kalau mau berpaling dariku, silakan!! BE MY GUESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah muak dengan semua ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya,&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak akan terlalu meratapi poin 3 dan 4. Tau nggak kenapa? Sebelumnya kesakitan yang kualami jauh lebih membuat perih!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seumpama aku jatuh ke jurang setinggi 3 kilometer, trus aku kjatuhan kerikil kecil2. Sakit sih... Tapi tidak akan sesakit ketika aku jatuh ke jurang...&lt;br /&gt;Ya kan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga mau bilang...&lt;br /&gt;Aku ini ternyata bukan malaikat yang tidak punya sakit hati. Aku bisa sakit hati dan kecewa. Seperti sekarang!&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa fakta kecil bahwa aku tidak pernah mengharapkan timbal balik dari orang2 yang kusayangi begitu susah dimengerti?? Apa tampangku sudah seperti pengemis???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sayang kalian semua. Kalian semua yang mengerti bahwa aku sayang kalian. Tidak perlu bersusah payah ingin membalas apa yang kulakukan untuk kalian. Aku cuma ingin ikhlas. Aku ingin belajar ikhlas. Sebegitu merugikannyakah untuk menjadi "guinea pig"-ku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyedihkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena kalian tidak mengerti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya hatiku terbuat dari batu. Aku tidak perlu kecewa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih saja kecewa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kalian yang membuatku kecewa...&lt;br /&gt;terimakasih karena sudah memberikan warna dalam hidupku!&lt;br /&gt;Meski itu warna kekecewaan...&lt;br /&gt;tapi selama kekecewaan itu tidak membunuhku, aku yakinkan bahwa kakiku akan terus berpijak di bumi ini...&lt;br /&gt;Aku jatuh, tapi aku janji akan bangkit lagi!&lt;br /&gt;Demi diriku sendiri!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih telah memberikan aku kekecewaan yang teramat tulus!!! Terimakasih telah salah mengerti. Waktu yang akan meluruskannya karena aku bahkan tidak mau bersusah payah membela diri. Kalian sumber kekecewaan terbaikku!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ra, terimakasih untuk kesempatan langka menjadi sahabatmu. Kamu boleh kembali padaku kapan saja untuk jadi sahabatku... Untuk sekarang, aku menyerahkannya pada sang Waktu... Waktu yang akan meluruskan pengertianmu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-8377124963859760829?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8377124963859760829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8377124963859760829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8377124963859760829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8377124963859760829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/biar-kurunut-kehilanganku.html' title='Biar kurunut kehilanganku...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2208096398985132162</id><published>2009-01-03T08:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:33:44.382+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolusi yang Sok Serius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SV73AzZIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pYH4x4MFlwM/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SV73AzZIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pYH4x4MFlwM/s320/2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286934605747209122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;RESOLUSI 2009 *sok serius&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dari jaman jebot yang namanya Adhit gak perna bisa bikin daftar resolusi tahun baru. Menyebalkan sih, tapi aku mau bikin sekarang juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pengen lebih mencintai Allah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yeah! Aku merasa tahun 2008 benar2 menggerogoti aku body and soul. Indeed, aku melaksanakan semua solat dan puasa itu, tapi aku belum merasakan kedekatan yang intense dengan sang Pencipta. Aku jadi craving for more love dari makhluk-makhluk dan benda-benda di sekitarku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku pengen mendapatkan cinta-Nya. Cinta yang sejati itu. Aku merindukannya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&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" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pengen be a better decision maker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yup! Selama ini aku bukanlah decision maker yang baik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Semua itu dibuktikan dengan tanggal 26 Januari 2008 yang begitu menyesakkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I wish I were the one who dumped him. I was the one, but it wasn’t hard enough!! I wannabe really mean!!! Hahahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;*kok jadi dendam kesumat ginih??? Selain itu, ya tentang kerjaan, eksekusi kesempatan dan lain-lain. Pengen lebih decisive lah, pokoke!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pengen lebih sabar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Aku merasa emosiku makin naik turun kaya daun gelombang cinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku pengen belajar lebih sabar dalam mengendalikan emosi. Caranya, YOGA!!!! Satu lagi, belajar mengikhlaskan segala sesuatu. ChayooO!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Oh iya, pengen menanti Arjuna hatiku dengan segenap kesabaran!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;*ya elah akhirnya kesana juga.. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen earn more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku masi belum nemu caranya biar bisa dapet pendapatan lain. Akan kupikirkan nanti. Chayohhhh!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&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" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen produce something&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen nulis cerpen ato kumpulan puisi. Proyek ambisius? Mungkin aja! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Therefore, aku pengen ikut workshop-nya Dewi Lestari.&lt;span style="background: lime none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aku gak mau menyianyiakan energi menulisku yang lagi berkobar ini. Wakakaka!!! *Thanks, Ra…&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" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen beli sepeda motor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Cukup gak yaaaaa duitnyaa?? Hahaha... *persiapan nodong Mam Pap&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&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" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen lebih dewasa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tau sendiri gimana childishnya aku selama ini. Kanaifan tiada tara, belum lagi sikap childish yang tak kunjung reda. Pengen lebih dewasa. Pengen lebih mengerti dengan apa yang terjadi di sekitar. Pengen bisa menyikapi segala sesuatu yang terjadi dengan sikap yang pas dan elegan. Elegan! Itu yang penting. Belakangan aku mulai merasakan efek ke-childish-an yang emang gak bikin semua hal menjadi lebih baik. Berikan aku waktu, ya Allah. Ajari aku bersikap dewasa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&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" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen punya bermimpi dan mewujudkannya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Kalau kenal lama denganku pasti tahu bahwa sejatinya aku ini adalah orang yang sangat laid back dan mengalir saja. Begitulah, menjalani semuanya dengan lempeng dan sedikit protes sana sini plus misuh-misuh (lhoooo... katanya lempeng). Aku pengen mengubah itu. Pengen menulis mimpi-mimpiku dan mewujudkannya pelan-pelan. &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" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen YOGa lagi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Uda ketauan aku males. Uda beli yoga mat, tetep aja gak latian2 juga... Pegimane critanye tuh?? Mam uda marah2 karena merasa tertipu dengan rengekanku untuk membeli yoga mat. Sekarang entu karpet gak jelas ngejogrok aja di pojokan kantor. Siap diberangkatkan... *sayang yang punya gak berangkat2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&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" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Pengen mempererat tali silaturahmi dengan temen2 lama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Iftah, Ayu, Pakdhe, Sapi’i, Jibon, dll... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Entah pada kemana mereka semua. Pengen rasanya kumpul2 lagi tapi aku gak ngerti gimana cara ngumpulinnya. Kangen banget. Kangen sama persahabatan kami yang sekarang jadi seperti buih di pantai. Terpencar-pencar dan terhempas-hempas kesana kemari. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Pengen berhemat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Pengen menghindari fashionesedaily.com dan menghentikan segala nafsu keduniawian (napsu beli lenongan lebih tepatnya). Kan katanya mo nabung buat beli rumah (jauhnyaaaaaa...). Lenongan... oh lenongan... Cintaku sungguh tak terbendung lagi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Pengen lebih mencintai hidup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Caranya, dengan memutuskan tali silaturahmi dengan ESSE. Sebenernya sih gak tahan, tapi... makin lama makin nyesek aja. Sekarang malah naik kelas ke Avolution. Aduhhhh!!! Gawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt!!!! Yang ini aku gak janji. Pokoknya sekarang cuma boleh empat sekali hangout. My iron lung, I love youuuuuuuuu!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Pengen bisa lebih mantap&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Mantap dalam segala hal deh, pokoknya. Mantap dalam mengambil keputusan. Mantap dalam menjalankan tugas. Mantap dalam segalanya...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"&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;Namanya aja resolusi. Boleh donk nambah lagi kapan2 (alesan! Bilang aja gak ada inspirasi :P). Ya sutralah ini dulu... Semoga semua tercapai. Amiiiinn...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="SV"&gt;Hugs,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-2208096398985132162?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2208096398985132162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2208096398985132162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2208096398985132162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2208096398985132162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolusi-yang-sok-serius.html' title='Resolusi yang Sok Serius'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SV73AzZIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pYH4x4MFlwM/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-477778284398347208</id><published>2009-01-01T12:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:39:22.245+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reggae lagi'/><title type='text'>5 minutes Reggae Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SV7507TsIlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sYyBpupJ-8Q/s1600-h/ReggaeUptown-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SV7507TsIlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sYyBpupJ-8Q/s320/ReggaeUptown-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286937700248330834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Kemaren adalah hari yang lumayan bersejarah buatku. Kemaren lebih tepatnya tanggal 31 Desember 2008, para IM digiring ke aula VEDC Malang untuk menghadiri acara perpisahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tidak ada airmata, kecuali dari Mba Ayu yang emang mellow puolll…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pulangnya, aku memutuskan untuk nunut Babe sampe matos. Aku mau ke UM dulu karena disana lagi ada reggae party. Beneran, nyampe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; panggung sastra uda riuh sama berbagai macam alat musik. Excited sebenernya, tapi aku menghabiskan malam ini sendirian aja. Tidur di rumah. Gitchu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&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;Hang out sebentar sama temen-temen. Aku pulang dehhh...&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;Oh iya, di WS sempet kenalan sama vokalisnya &lt;b style=""&gt;Horny Monkey&lt;/b&gt; yang namanya ARGO!!! Booookkkk... kemana entu dreadlock sepanjang pantat?? Kata Ra, dreadlock-nya dipotong soalnya si Argo mo final test ato apaan gitu deh... Ra juga memotong rambutnya!! (Tidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkk!! Dreadlock lucu itu telah pergi meninggalkan kita semua dan pergi ke surga bersama malaikat-malaikat kecil di sekelilingnya *lebay). Yang nyisa cuman dreadlock pendek. Dia malah bilang dreadlock-nya kaya rambut Agnes Monica. Wahahahahahaha.... *ROFL&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;Di WS ketemu Susi juga. Dia sedih dengan perpisahan IM. Takut gak ada yang ngurusin tuh anak... :P Tapi yawda lahh.. Di bawa hahahihi aja...&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;Pas mo pulang sempet disuruh tinggal sama anak2 Pesawat 244. Apalah daya, aku selalu gak tega kalo ada yg gak ngebolehin pulang gitu... Tapi, kostumku bener2 kostum baru pulang ngantor... Hoekkk banget dahhh!!&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;Pokoke harus pulang! Aku dianter Ra sampe tempat LG. Aku naek LG disambung MM sekitar jam 9an. Sampe rumah jam 10an. Langsung solat, bobok dehhhh... Masi sempet beberapa kali smsan sama Ra, tapi abis gitu mataku berat... Bobow deeeyhhh!!&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;Maap postingan kali ini kaga ada foto. Benernya pengen motretin panggung sastra yang jadi serba ijo-kuning-merah... tapi aku males ngeluarin kamera yang keselip diantara laptop, kabel dan berbagai macam plenik plenik dalam backpack-ku...&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;Yawda deyhhh..&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;Selamat Taun Baru semuanyaaahhh...&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JINGGA&lt;/span&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/4755470942908773531-477778284398347208?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/477778284398347208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=477778284398347208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/477778284398347208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/477778284398347208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-minutes-reggae-party.html' title='5 minutes Reggae Party'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SV7507TsIlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sYyBpupJ-8Q/s72-c/ReggaeUptown-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-9065561418775541099</id><published>2008-12-31T07:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:07:47.964+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penting gak penting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVrtKNZ65YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VQAL4rV3Lf8/s1600-h/89394175_538198afdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVrtKNZ65YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VQAL4rV3Lf8/s320/89394175_538198afdc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285797872325551490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah tiga minggu ini kebiasaanku telpon Rahwana sampe jam 3 pagi bener2 mengerikanku...&lt;br /&gt;Asem!! Emangnya dia siapa sampe bikin aku nggak ngantuk sampe jam 3 pagi??&lt;br /&gt;Aku gak insomnia (kadang doang!) dan acara ngobrol sampe malem ini bener2 gak penting...&lt;br /&gt;Ya gak sih???&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mengalahkanku pula dengan sms yang bunyinya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gombal, Bu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, aku langsung ilfil...&lt;br /&gt;Pengen banget nip-ex sms terakhir yg kukirim buat dia. Apa daya? Itu gak mungkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasiane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena deh akyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu *tepok jidat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rahwana itu lebih playboy dari playboy2 kelas kakap yg perna kukenal. Saludos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-9065561418775541099?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/9065561418775541099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=9065561418775541099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/9065561418775541099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/9065561418775541099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/penting-gak-penting.html' title='Penting gak penting'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVrtKNZ65YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VQAL4rV3Lf8/s72-c/89394175_538198afdc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-1306202824813721001</id><published>2008-12-30T07:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:06:45.654+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahwana by Abdul Mukhid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVmWJDWWetI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dbhywbw5B3I/s1600-h/Ravana22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVmWJDWWetI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dbhywbw5B3I/s320/Ravana22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285420719958031058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAHWANA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karya: Abdul Mukhid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REPORTOAR PEMBUKA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Adegan penculikan Shinta oleh Rahwana di hutan. Improvisasi&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BABAK SATU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Kerajaan Alengka waktu senja. Di bagian taman sari. Taman Asyoka yang sudah masyhur namanya. Terlihat para dayang melayani Shinta. Rahwana sedang bercengkerama dengan Sinta. Rahwana tidak digambarkan sebagai tokoh raksasa yang jelek, tapi sebagai seorang yang gagah dan wajah lumayan tampan. Taman sari itu adalah sebuah taman sari yang sangat indah. Tokoh dayang-dayang boleh ada boleh tidak)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;Kepada dayang-dayang&lt;/i&gt;) Kalian boleh pergi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Para dayang memberi hormat, lalu pergi. Tinggal Rahwana dan Shinta berdua&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RAHWANA: Kau tahu kenapa aku membawamu kemari?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SHINTA: (&lt;i&gt;Pura-pura tidak tahu&lt;/i&gt;) Tidak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Bahkan aku bisa melihat kepura-puraan di matamu. (&lt;i&gt;Shinta diam saja. Sedikit salah tingkah&lt;/i&gt;) Apakah kau sudah melupakan gemuruh perasaan yang ada di dada kita?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Tentu saja tidak, Kanda Rahwana. Tapi, saling mencintai bukan harus memiliki, kan? Aku kira itu adalah hukum alam yang tidak terbantahkan lagi. Bukankah kau sendiri pernah berkata begitu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Lantas kenapa aku tidak boleh memilikimu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Ini sudah takdir Sang Mahatunggal, Kakang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;Dengan agak kesal&lt;/i&gt;) Oh ya? Apakah juga takdirNya bahwa engkau harus menikah dengan Rama?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: (&lt;i&gt;Terdiam sejenak. Mencoba mengatasi perasaannya sendiri. Lalu dengan berat berkata&lt;/i&gt;) Tampaknya memang begitu, Kakang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hening sesaat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Dengarlah, Kakang. Aku yakin, Kakang sudah tahu perasaanku tanpa harus aku katakan. Tapi sekali lagi Kakang, ini memang sudah takdir. Ini perintah dari guru sejatiku. Bukankah Kakang juga punya cita-cita untuk bertemu dengan Sang Sejati? Inilah jalannya, Kakang. Kita harus menyingkirkan segala perasaan cinta duniawi yang berlebihan. Aku adalah bagian dari dunia ini, dan Kakang diberi ujian untuk tidak mengikatkan diri padaku. Begitu pula dengan aku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Tapi aku ingin memandang wajahNya lewat wajahmu. Aku ingin mencintai diriNya yang ada dalam dirimu sekaligus yang meliputimu.(&lt;i&gt;Gusar&lt;/i&gt;) Tidak. Tidak. Pasti ini semua karena Rama. Kenapa? Apa kau terpikat dengan ketampanannya? Rayuannya? Kekayaannya? Dengar Sinta, aku memang tak punya apa-apa. Tapi lihat betapa makmur negeri ini. Memang istana ini bukan punyaku. Rumahku hanyalah sekedar untuk tempat berbakti pada kepada Sang Mahasuci. Baik. Apa kau menginginkan kekayaan dan kemewahan? Ketampanan dan kata-kata manis? Kau bisa mendapatkan apa pun yang kau inginkan, Adinda. (Pause) Asal bukan Rama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: (&lt;i&gt;Mulai mencucurkan airmata&lt;/i&gt;) Tidak, Kakang. Kenapa Kakang tidak percaya juga bahwa ini adalah takdir yang harus kita jalani.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;emosional&lt;/i&gt;) Takdir, Shinta? Dengar, aku akan mengejar para dewata ke langit kalau itu memang takdir. Tidak, Shinta. Aku tidak bisa terima ini. Kalau memang ini adalah takdir seperti yang kau katakan, aku akan mengubahnya!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHINTA terduduk dan menangis sejadi-jadinya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Suasana sekitar berubah. Seperti ada guncangan dahsyat sebentar, lalu tenang kembali. SHINTA mematung. Sementara RAHWANA tampak kebingungan. Lalu terdengar suara dari SHINTA tapi dengan warna suara yang berbeda.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Mendekatlah kemari, Rahwana. (&lt;i&gt;RAHWANA tampak kebingungan mencari sumber suara. Lalu mengarahkan pandangan ke arah SHINTA. RAHWANA masih ragu&lt;/i&gt;) Iya, kemari!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rahwana mendekat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Tataplah wajahku baik-baik.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i&gt;RAHWANA menatap wajah SHINTA dalam-dalam&lt;/i&gt;) Kau tahu siapa aku kan, Rahwana?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;menjatuhkan tubuhnya ke lantai untuk menyembah&lt;/i&gt;) Aduh, ampuni hamba Guru Sejati..Mata hati hamba ternyata masih buta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Bangkitlah, dan dengarkan baik-baik apa yang akan aku katakan ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;RAHWANA bangkit dan mendengarkan dengan seksama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Rahwana, semua yang dikatakan Shinta tadi adalah benar adanya. Ini memang takdir yang harus kalian jalani. Ini baru batu awal ujian yang harus kalian tempuhi untuk menjadi manusia sejati, sejati-jatinya manusia. Manusia yang bukan sekedar perwujudan darah dan daging, tapi sebagai ciptaan Sang Mahatunggal yang kelak juga harus kembali kepada Sang Hyang Tunggal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Hamba mengerti, Guru.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Nah, Rahwana. Kenapa kalian harus diuji? Barangkali karena perasaan duniawi yang mulai mengikat kalian. Cinta yang merebak dalam hati kalian telah menjelma menjadi sesuatu yang melebihi kecintaan kepada Hyang Tunggal. Dia ingin memperingatkan kalian untuk tidak menganggap segala yang ada di dunia ini sebagai sesuatu yang kekal. Dia tidak ingin kalian lupa pada tujuan sejati kalian. Ingatlah, rasa ingin memiliki dunia ini hanya akan mengantarkan kalian pada kesengsaraan. Kau boleh mencari dan memiliki apa yang ada di dunia ini, tapi jangan sekali-kali kau mengikatkan hatimu padanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Hamba mengerti, Guru. Hamba telah melakukan kelailaian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Bagus, kalau kau mengerti. Ada satu hal lagi yang ingin aku sampaikan. Rahwana, peperangan tidak akan terelakkan lagi. Sebagai manusia, berusahalah untuk mencegah perang ini, meski pada akhirnya bala tentara Rama akan menyerang negeri Alengka apapun yang jadi penyebabnya. Kau tidak perlu merasa bersalah. Ini memang peringatan bagi bangsamu yang lupa akan kemakmuran yang sudah dilimpahkan Sang Mahamurah. Banyak diantara rakyat dan pejabatmu yang melakukan berbagai tindak &lt;i&gt;adharma&lt;/i&gt;. Mereka saling merampas dan mencuri, menghardik dan mencaci, memakan benda-benda yang bukan hak mereka atau yang dilarang oleh Sang Pencipta. Ini memang harus diterima bangsamu. Ini akan menjadi pertanda bagi siapa saja yang melupakan kasihNya, mengabaikan nikmatNya dan menantang kuasaNya.Nah, bersamadilah untuk mensucikan dirimu sambil menunggu Rama mengantarmu ke haribaan Sang Sejati. Selain itu Anakku, fitnah akan tersebar tentangmu setelah ini. Bersabarlah. Orang-orang akan memfitnahmu sebagai raja yang lalim dan manusia tak beradab. Mereka akan menjulukimu sebagai Dasamuka yang memiliki sepuluh macam keinginan. Sekali lagi, bersabarlah. Itu memang sudah menjadi konsekuensimu karena menginginkan Shinta. Jika kau berhasil mengalahkan keinginanmu terhadap Shinta dan melawan segala hasratmu untuk menyalahkan takdir, engkau akan mencapai derajat yang amat tinggi di Mata Hyang Widi, Anakku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Hamba mengerti, terima kasih Guru. Hamba akan laksanakan segala petunjuk Guru.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Terjadi keguncangan lagi. SHINTA seperti terbangun dari tidur sementara RAHWANA tampak tenang.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: (&lt;i&gt;Setelah kembali kesadarannya sebagai Shinta&lt;/i&gt;) Kanda Rahwana? Kanda tidak apa-apa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RAHWANA: Tidak, Dinda. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keduanya bangkit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Sebentar, Dinda. Ada yang mengintip kita. (&lt;i&gt;Tidak jelas ke arah mana&lt;/i&gt;) Keluarlah, Hanuman. Aku tahu kau mengintip kami sedari tadi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiba-tiba muncul HANUMAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: (&lt;i&gt;Bersimpuh untuk menyembah&lt;/i&gt;) Sembah sujud hamba, Paduka Raja!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;Tertawa kecil&lt;/i&gt;) Ayolah, tidak usah begitu. Bukankah kita sudah sama-sama tahu. Tidak usah memanggilku dengan sebutan "Paduka Raja". Yang ada di depanmu ini Rahwana, seorang manusia yang sedang bergulat mencari kesejatian. Jangan pandang mahkota yang kukenakan, duhai Kera Putih.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Baiklah, Rahwana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Kau tahu semuanya kan, Hanuman?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: (&lt;i&gt;Sedikit terkejut&lt;/i&gt;) Ya. Tapi bagaimana kau tahu kalau aku mengintip, padahal….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Ha…ha…ha. Hanuman, aku tahu kau memiliki kesaktian yang luar biasa. Mata biasa tidak akan bisa menangkap kehadiranmu. Ketahuilah Hanuman, sebenarnya aku tidak hanya mengetahui kehadiranmu, tapi juga apa yang ada di pikiranmu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Maafkan aku Rahwana, jika aku meremehkan kemampuanmu. Aku tahu kau juga seorang raja yang sakti pilih tanding. Tapi mengapa kau biarkan saja aku, kalau engkau memang tahu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Aku ingin engkau menjadi saksi apa yang sebenarnya terjadi. Aku ingin engkau menjadi saksi cinta sejatiku kepada Shinta, meski orang akan mengira bahwa kecintaanku tak lebih karena nafsu belaka. Aku ingin kau tahu, bahwa akhirnya aku mau melepaskan segala ikatan dengan dunia ini. (&lt;i&gt;RAHWANA menghela napas dalam-dalam&lt;/i&gt;) Dengar Hanuman, seandainya aku mau menggunakan seluruh kekuatanku, aku mampu menghancurkan Rama beserta seluruh bala tentaranya. Tapi tidak Hanuman, aku tak mau menjadi budak nafsu pribadiku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Aku mengerti, Rahwana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Hanuman!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Iya, Rahwana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Aku minta jangan kau sebarkan apa yang sudah kita bicarakan ini. Mereka tidak akan mengerti. Dan lagi, itu akan merusak tatanan takdir yang harusnya aku terima dengan tulus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Aku mengerti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Berjanjilah, Hanuman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Aku berjanji.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Sebaiknya kau segera pergi dari sini. Kumbakarna sudah menunggu kematiannya lewat tanganmu. Dia akan sangat bahagia bisa mati di tanganmu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HANUMAN Terlihat mulai menitikkan air mata demikian pula dengan SHINTA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Jangan, Hanuman. Jangan bersedih atas takdir yang akan aku jalani. Kematian bukanlah akhir, ia merupakan awal kebahagiaanku bersama Sang Sejati. Pergilah cepat. Jangan sampai ada orang yang melihat dan mendengar percakapan kita ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Baiklah, aku pergi. (&lt;i&gt;Kepada SHINTA&lt;/i&gt;) Hamba pergi, Tuan Puteri. Percayalah, saya akan selalu berada di belakang Tuan Puteri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: (&lt;i&gt;Dengan sesenggukan&lt;/i&gt;) Pergilah, Kera Kesatria. Jangan khawatirkan aku. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HANUMAN keluar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;Kepada SHINTA&lt;/i&gt;) Kenapa menangis, Shinta? Bukankah kau yang mengingatkanku untuk bersabar?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Aku tidak bisa menahan kerapuhanku sebagai manusia, Kakanda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Kalau begitu, doakan saja aku supaya termasuk orang-orang yang sabar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Tentu saja, Kanda Rahwana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Aku juga akan selalu mendoakanmu, karena yang akan kau alami sesudah ini bukannya lebih ringan dariku. Kesucianmu akan diragukan oleh Rama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Aku sudah siap. Bahkan dibakar di atas api suci pun aku tak akan mengelak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Sekarang tinggalkan aku, Shinta. Beristirahatlah kau di kamar istana yang sudah aku siapkan.Aku ingin samadi. Tapi sebelum itu panggilkan Wibisana sebelum dia pergi menemui Rama. Ada pesan yang ingin kusampaikan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHINTA keluar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Datanglah, duhai Sang Maut. Telah lama kunanti diriMu. Biarlah dunia ini menjadi milik mereka yang terpedaya. Biarlah kesejatian cintaku lebur ke haribaan Sang Maha Kasih. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hening sesaat. RAHWANA mengambil sikap duduk bersila. WIBISANA masuk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;WIBISANA: Kakang memanggilku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Oh, Wibisana. Mendekatlah kemari.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WIBISANA mendekat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;WIBISANA: Apakah ini soal keberpihakanku kepada Rama, Kanda Prabu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;Tersenyum&lt;/i&gt;) Bukan. Aku sangat menghargai pilihanmu berperang di pihak Rama. Cuma, sebelum kamu berangkat aku ingin menitipkan pesan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;WIBISANA: Pesan? Kepada Rama?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Ya. Katakan kepada Rama, aku akan memberikan Shinta dengan suka rela jika dia memintanya kepadaku dengan baik-baik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;WIBISANA: Aku tidak yakin Rama akan mempercayai isi pesan Kanda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Apapun jawabannya. Sampaikan saja, pesanku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;WIBISANA: Baik, Kanda. (&lt;i&gt;PAUSE&lt;/i&gt;) Dengar Kanda, bagaimanapun aku tetap menyayangi Kanda Rahwana. Tapi banyak pandangan kita yang berbeda. Di samping itu, soalnya adalah bahwa Rama adalah guruku. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Aku mengerti, Adhi. Sudahlah, jangan sentimentil begitu. Pergilah kau layaknya seorang kesatria. Jangan kecewakan Kakandamu sebagai kesatria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;WIBISANA: Baiklah Kanda Prabu, saya pergi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WIBISANA pergi. RAHWANA memulai samadinya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lampu padam/Layar Turun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BABAK DUA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siang hari keesokan harinya. Rahwana masih tenggelam dalam samadinya. Sementara pertempuran sengit tengah berlangsung. Penggambaran pertempuran bisa lewat siluet di layar. Terserah kreatifitas sutradara. Sesudah penggambaran pertempuran, ada dua orang mentri kepercayaan menghadap Rahwana yang sedang samadi, dan membangunkan samadinya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MENTRI 1: Maafkan hamba, jika mengganggu Samadi, Paduka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RAHWANA: Silahkan, Paman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MENTRI 2: Ada berita buruk yang hendak kami sampaikan, Gusti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RAHWANA: (&lt;i&gt;Menarik napas&lt;/i&gt;) Hm…ini tentang Kumbakarna, kan?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MENTRI 1: Betul, Gusti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RAHWANA: Aku sudah tahu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kedua mentri berpandangan dengan perasaan heran.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Aku tahu, Kumbakarna dipotong kepalanya oleh Hanuman. Lalu kepala itu ditanam di atas bukit. (&lt;i&gt;Tersenyum&lt;/i&gt;) Bukan Paman. Ini bukan berita buruk. Ini Sudah lama dinantikan Kumbakarna. Bahkan sebelum berangkat ke medan laga, dia meminta kalungan bunga telasih yang menjadi simbol bahwa dia ingin melepaskan ikatan dari keduniawian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;MENTRI 1 &amp;amp; 2: Hamba mengerti, Gusti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Ketahuilah Paman-Pamanku yang setia. Kekalahan Alengka ini memang sudah suatu keniscayaan. Darah yang mengalir di sungai-sungai adalah batu peringatan bagi siapa saja yang terlalu mengagungkan kemakmuran dan kejayaan duniawi. Maka dari itu Paman, jangan sekali-kali mengikatkan diri pada dunia. Jangan sekali-kali terbujuk oleh kesementaraan. Kalian boleh memiliki perhiasaan dan kekayaan duniawi, tapi hendaklah ingat bahwa semua itu hanyalah mimpi. Ingat itu baik-baik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;MENTRI 1 &amp;amp; 2: Hamba, Gusti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Nah, sekarang pergilah kalian. Tidak usah mengkhawatirkan aku. Pergi dan selamatkan diri dan keluarga kalian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;MENTRI 1 &amp;amp; 2: Tapi Gusti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Sudahlah. Pergilah kalian. Aku tak butuh perlindungan. Saatku memang sudah tiba. Aku sudah melihat para bidadari menyiapkan permadani di Nirwanaloka. Pergilah, sebelum kalian dicincang oleh bala tentara Rama Wijaya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;MENTRI 1 &amp;amp; 2: Kami akan selalu mematuhi perintah, Paduka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiba-tiba masuk seorang PRAJURITt dengan tergopoh-gopoh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;PRAJURIT: Sembah sujud hamba, Paduka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Ada apa, Prajurit?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;PRAJURIT: Pasukan Rama Wijaya mulai menggempur pintu gerbang, Paduka. Sebentar lagi mereka akan memasuki halaman kerajaan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Berjuanglah terus kalian dengan gagah berani. Jangan sisakan satu prajurit pun di Istana. Aku tidak membutuhkan perlindungan kalian. Tunjukkan pada Rama dan dunia bahwa bangsa Alengka bukan bangsa yang kerdil dan mau saja tunduk di bawah kaki Rama Wijaya. Pergi dan sampaikan pesanku ini kepada seluruh prajurit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;PRAJURIT: Baik Gusti, hamba mohon diri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PRAJURIT keluar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Nah, mentri-mentri yang setia. Pergilah kalian. Kejayaan Alengka sudah berakhir. Pergi dan ingat-ingat selalu apa yang telah aku pesankan kepada kalian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;MENTRI 1: Baik, Gusti. Kami mohon diri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;KEDUA MENTRI &lt;/i&gt;keluar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Oh keindahan yang menipu, sebentar lagi aku akan segera meninggalkanmu. Meninggalkanmu untuk bertemu dengan keindahan sejati. Oh, istana yang dibangun oleh keringat berjuta manusia. Leburlah kau menjadi batu-batu. Jadilah kalian kenangan bahwa pernah ada sebuah bangsa yang berjaya, tapi harus menemui kehancurannya dikarenakan kesombongan dan ketamakan manusia. Oh Rama, datanglah Mautku. Aku siap menyambutmu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Masuk SHINTA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Kanda Rahwana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Dinda Shinta, kenapa kau kemari? Bukankah sebaiknya kau beristirahat?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Aku tidak bisa memejamkan mataku. Aku tidak kuasa membayangkan kengerian ini. Aku tidak pernah membayangkan bahwa pada akhirnya kita harus berpisah. Bagaimanapun juga aku tetap manusia biasa, Kakang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Oh Dewi Kesucian! Aku juga bisa merasakan apa yang menjalar di aliran darahmu. Di dalam darahku juga mengalir kepedihan yang sama. Tapi dengarlah wahai lambang kesucian yang akan diabadikan manusia sepanjang masa! Pada hakikatnya kita tidak pernah berpisah. Bukankah kita berasal dari nafas yang sama? Bukanlah badan ini hanya perwujudan semu belaka? Bukankah kita ini hanyalah anak-anak sungai yang pada akhirnya mengalir di samudra yang sama? Jika semua orang mampu memahami ini, niscaya tidak akan ada kedukaan dalam batinnya. Tidak akan ada tetes airmata yang sanggup melunturkan keteguhannya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Tapi…kenapa, kenapa kita harus menanggung semua fitnah ini? Mengapa harus kita harus menjadi sasaran panah-panah kecurigaan hati manusia?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Dengarlah wahai Shinta Suci. Tidak ada duka atau bahagia. Semua itu hanyalah batu-batu ujian untuk menguji kesejatian cinta kita kepada Sang Mahasuci.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Syukurlah, kalau Kanda sudah memahami semuanya!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Sang Penguasa Jagat telah menyampaikan pemahaman itu lewat dirimu, Adinda. Maka, hapuslah airmatamu dan hadapilah Sang Nasib bagaikan menyambut kicauan burung di pagi hari. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HANUMAN datang dengan tergesa. RAHWANA dan SHINTA terkejut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Rahwana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Hanuman? Bukankah kau seharusnya ada di medan laga?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Aku ingin memberi penghormatan terakhir padamu. Bala tentara Ayodya beserta pasukan kera sudah semakin dekat dengan istana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Terima kasih, Hanuman. Aku sudah siap menyambut mautku. (PAUSE) Dengar Hanuman, aku ingin mengungkapkan sebuah rahasia. Hanya kita bertiga yang boleh mengetahuinya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Apa itu Rahwana?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Kau tahu, aku tidak mungkin dibunuh dengan senjata apapun. Maka dari itu, katakan pada bala tentara Ayodya msupun pasukan wanara dari Gua Kiskenda, aku hanya mau bertarung dengan Rama. Hanya dengan Rama. Suruh saja mundur Anila, Anggada bahkan Leksmana sekalipun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hening sesaat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Aku akan melayani Rama untuk bertarung. Bila aku sudah melihat Sang Yamadipati, Sang Maut Penjemputku, maka aku akan melakukan &lt;i&gt;tyaga&lt;/i&gt;. Aku akan matiraga. Akan kulepaskan sendiri nyawaku dan menyerahkannya pada Si Pencabut Nyawa. Maka sampaikanlah kepada Rama, agar dia melepaskan senjata pamungkas Bhramastra ketika aku mengambil sikap samadi yang tak lain sebenarnya adalah sikap &lt;i&gt;tyaga&lt;/i&gt;. Inilah satu-satunya pilihan untuk menjaga kehormatannya di mata bangsa-bangsa seluruh jagat raya ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Baik Rahwana, aku akan berusaha menyampaikannya dengan tanpa membuka rahasia ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Nah Hanuman, jangan terlalu lama di sini. Pergilah wahai kesatria sakti mandraguna yang menjadi saksi segala jaman. Jangan lupa kau bawa serta Shinta sebagai lambang baktimu pada Rama dan Negeri Ayodya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Baiklah Rahwana, tampaknya kita memang harus berpisah. Meski aku tak pernah membayangkan kita akan berpisah dengan cara seperti ini. (&lt;i&gt;Kepada SHINTA&lt;/i&gt;) Mari ikut hamba, Baginda Puteri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;SHINTA: Selamat tinggal Kanda Rahwana! Semoga kita akan berjumpa lagi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Kita pasti akan bertemu lagi. Pergilah kalian secepatnya, agar lakon ini akan berjalan sebagaimana mestinya. Selanjutnya, biar takdir yang menjalankan tugasnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;RAHWANA dan SHINTA pergi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADEGAN 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Adegan pertempuran. Bisa hanya bunyi atau visual. Sementara RAHWANA mulai menyiapkan zirah perangnya. Pasukan Ayodya semakin mendekat.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAMA : (&lt;i&gt;Off stage&lt;/i&gt;) Keluarlah Rahwana. Aku menantangmu bertempur!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Aku tidak bersembunyi. Aku menunggumu di sini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;RAMA dan LEKSMANA masuk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Selamat datang Raja Ayodya.Selamat datang Leskmana Mari segera bertarung!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;RAMA seperti hendak mengatakan sesuatu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Tidak usah mengatakan apa-apa Rama. Aku sudah tahu segala yang ingin kau katakan. Tidak perlu menceramahiku soal dharma ataupun Astha Bhrata. Aku sudah tahu semuanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;LEKSMANA: Biar aku saja yang menghadapinya, Kakang!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAMA: Aku saja Adhi. Ini urusan Kakang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAHWANA: Ha…ha…ha…Kalian boleh maju bersama-sama. Aku tidak gentar.Ha…ha…ha! Jadi kau bertempur hanya untuk seorang wanita, Rama. Kau korbankan ribuan orang hanya untuk itu. Tapi tak apa. Ayo kita mulai!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;RAMA dan RAHWANA mulai bertarung. Mereka mengeluarkan berbagai kesaktiannya. Begitu melihat RAMA terdesak, LEKSMANA ikut membantu. Terjadi pertarungan sengit sampai akhirnya RAHWANA mengambil posisi samadi dan RAMA mengeluarkan senjata pamungkas. RAHWANA gugur. Semuanya berkumpul, HANUMAN, WIBISANA, SHINTA masuk. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAMA: (&lt;i&gt;Kepada dua orang Prajuritnya&lt;/i&gt;) Kuburlah dia sebagai penghormatan dan peringatan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dua orang PRAJURIT menutup tubuh RAHWANA dengan kain lalu membawanya keluar panggung. Tapi tak berapa lama mereka kembali.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RAMA: Kenapa kalian kembali?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PRAJURIT 1: Tubuh Rahwana hilang Gusti! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAMA: Apa? (&lt;i&gt;Semua orang terkejut&lt;/i&gt;) Kalau begitu… HANUMAN, cari batu besar dan tanamkan di sini!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;HANUMAN: Baik Gusti Prabu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;HANUMAN segera pergi mencari batu besar dan meletakkannya di tengah panggung.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;RAMA: Dengar semua! Kalau ada yang bertanya tentang mayat Rahwana! Katakan tubuhnya sudah hancur dan diperabukan di sini! Batu ini adalah tanda peringatannya!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAMAT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Malang, 28-29 Juni 2003&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Naskah asli bisa diakses &lt;a href="http://amoeck.multiply.com/journal/item/5/Rahwana_Naskah_Drama_Pemenang_II_Lomba_Dewan_Kesenian_Medan_2005"&gt;disini&lt;/a&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/4755470942908773531-1306202824813721001?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/1306202824813721001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=1306202824813721001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1306202824813721001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/1306202824813721001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/rahwana-by-abdul-mukhid.html' title='Rahwana by Abdul Mukhid'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVmWJDWWetI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dbhywbw5B3I/s72-c/Ravana22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-433389182560785367</id><published>2008-12-28T11:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:48:57.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen uiseng'/><title type='text'>KENAPA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Akhirnya KENAPA yang selama ini kukhawatirkan terlontar dari mulutnya tanpa bisa kuhalangi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Aku terdiam tak bisa menjawab. Bisu seperti batu. Diam seperti tembok. Tiba-tiba aku kehilangan kemampuan berbicaraku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Semua ini datang padaku dengan serta merta. Kedekatanku dengannya, kekagumanku padanya, kegilaanku akan musiknya, kebutaanku akan sifat-sifat buruknya, semuanya. Semuanya berawal dari sms iseng yang membangunkanku kala sahur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;“Bangun, Non. Waktunya sahur!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&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;Kami tidak pernah dekat sebelumnya. Bertemupun hanya sebatas berhai-hai saja kemudian saling berlalu. Tidak pernah ada sesuatu yang intens, sesuatu yang bisa membuat kami tertahan dalam ruang waktu yang sama untuk hal apapun.&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;Sms itu datang, dan semuanya bergulir begitu saja seperti bola salju yang makin lama makin membesar. Bulan puasa itu mengakrabkan kami. Hanya beberapa sms setiap hari, tapi saling menyejukkan dahaga.&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;Selanjutnya, semua berjalan begitu saja. Setiap perhatian yang tercurah, kepedulian yang meluncur deras seperti aliran sungai di musim penghujan. Tumpah ruah tanpa tahu kapan akan surut. Seperti bulan dan bintang. Berjarak tapi saling menyinari tanpa tahu kapan akan meredup.&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;Tiba-tiba saja menjadi bagian darinya terasa begitu penting. Mengomelinya soal jadwal makan yang tak pernah teratur dan seenak jidat. Menyentilnya ketika ia menghisap terlalu banyak nikotin. Memelototinya yang minum kopi sebelum sarapan pagi. Memarahinya dengan hati-hati karena minum terlalu banyak. Mengkhawatirkannya setengah mati karena yakin dia belum makan ketika bibirnya menyentuh botol-botol itu. Segala hal yang tidak penting, namun tiba-tiba menjadi pusat perhatianku. KENAPA? Itu pertanyaan yang paling tidak kusukai. Aku selalu merasa tertelanjangi dengan kata KENAPA. Seperti malam itu ketika ia menanyaiku KENAPA.&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;Dalam kehadirannya yang berjarak aku terdiam. Menyadari bahwa aku telah bertindak jauh tanpa kusadari. Aku memasuki ruangnya. Aku menyelami dirinya. KENAPA telah menyadarkanku. KENAPA?&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;Lidahku kelu, namun dia tetap menunggu jawaban. Aku harus menjawab. Oh, egois sekali dia! Merampas waktuku, menyita perhatianku, menyentuh kepedulianku, menggigiti rasa sayangku dan masih bertanya KENAPA. KENAPA harus ada pertanyaan KENAPA? Tidak bisakah aku melakukan segala sesuatu yang kusuka tanpa dihujani tanya KENAPA? &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;Detik berlalu. Dari ujung sana ia masih menunggu jawabanku.&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;”Aku seperti air. Aku mengalir ke tempat yang sudah ditentukan-Nya untukku. Kebetulan tempat itu menuju kamu. Aku tidak punya pilihan lain selain mengalir ke arahmu. Maafkan...”&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;Dia masih terdiam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Mencoba menalar kata-kataku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Ok”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Cuma itu yang terlontar dari bibirmu. Bahkan dari hamparan jarak ini aku mencium adanya tanya lain yang melintas. Sayang sekali aku tidak punya jawabnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku tidak tahu KENAPA semua ini mengarah padamu, KENAPA kamu menjadi begitu penting, KENAPA kesedihanmu menghampiriku juga, KENAPA lukamu memerihkanku, KENAPA airmatamu mengalir di pipiku, KENAPA bahagiamu menghangatkanku, KENAPA semua ini terjadi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kalau boleh aku ingin tetap disini. Hanya untuk mengingatkanmu makan, membelikan vitamin bila kamu sakit (andai saja kamu tidak sesulit itu menelan obat), mengomelimu karena terlalu banyak bersahabat dengan asap yang tidak bersahabat, memarahimu karena bersahabat terlalu erat dengan kafein, mengingatkanmu untuk makan sebelum minum, memelototimu yang terkadang lupa tidur, dan menjadi mesin pengingat yang tak pernah bosan meneriakkan segala asa dan cita yang kau miliki untuk tak lupa kau kejar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kumohon ijinkan aku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak akan mengusik ruangmu. Aku tidak akan membebani. Aku tidak akan menuntut hal yang sama darimu. Aku bahkan tidak berharap kau menoleh padaku. Bisakah kau menganggapku seperti rumput yang tumbuh di halaman rumahmu? Rumput yang tak pernah ingin diperhatikan tapi akan senantiasa memberi nuansa segar dan sejuk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Percayalah, aku cuma ingin jadi rumput di halaman rumahmu. Yang kuinginkan hanya ruang untuk tumbuh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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;Setidaknya hingga Drupadi datang. Tolong, jangan tanya KENAPA...&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;09:33&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Dec 28th, 2008&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/4755470942908773531-433389182560785367?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/433389182560785367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=433389182560785367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/433389182560785367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/433389182560785367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/kenapa.html' title='KENAPA?'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5329996620733163096</id><published>2008-12-24T14:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:44:10.581+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niken'/><title type='text'>Niken lagi... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVH0xWaQ30I/AAAAAAAAAI8/feIoixhSLHE/s1600-h/menangis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVH0xWaQ30I/AAAAAAAAAI8/feIoixhSLHE/s320/menangis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283272966548807490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu dalam seribu kurasa sepadan dengan airmata ibu...&lt;br /&gt;Berbahagialah mereka berkarib jingga ketika beranjak ayun purnama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semula sua&lt;br /&gt;Sementara jua&lt;br /&gt;Bermula dua&lt;br /&gt;Mendua pula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada satu dalam seribu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa galau dalam menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Tidakkah satu juga tentu&lt;br /&gt;Rindu merengek temu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relakan biru&lt;br /&gt;Bahtera mereka&lt;br /&gt;samudra tlah menyeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rahwana-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008/12/24&lt;br /&gt;14:36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren sore rindu itu melanda lagi. Pemicunya sesuatu yang remeh. Aku mencari-cari gambar di telepon genggam. Gambarku dengan sahabatku, Niken. Ternyata ada banyak sekali dan semuanya seperti mencubiti kaki dan lenganku. Kenangan-kenangan indah itu. Semuanya. Semuanya menyeruak ke permukaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada foto kami ketika menginap di rumah Tika, another dearest bestfriend. Kami bicara sampai larut malam. Ada juga fotoku dengan Niken ketika menghadiri pernikahan seorang teman. Kami berdua begitu katrok karena jarang menghadiri pernikahan di hotel berbintang. Kami berfoto di toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak tahu harus berbagi ini dengan siapa. Menyesakkan. Akhirnya kukirim sms ke Rahwana. Dia tidak membalasnya. Aku tidak terkejut karena dia begitu moody dan sms sering merepotkannya. Hari ini. Saat ini dia membalas smsku. Seperti yang terbaca di atas. Ia benar. Aku harus mulai merelakan Niken. Toh dia tidak akan pergi jauh. Hanya Bali, sekali lompatan melewati selat Bali aku bisa menemuinya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku hanya berada di puncak kesepianku. Mungkin dia adalah satu-satunya yang terdekat di hatiku saat ini. Saat aku tidak punya pacar dan tidak begitu memusingkannya sampai Niken benar-benar memutuskan pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benar-benar melewati saat yang sulit. Semoga ini tidak berkepanjangan. Aku mulai lelah dan dayaku hampir habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jingga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;kenapa jadi muram begini ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-5329996620733163096?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5329996620733163096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5329996620733163096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5329996620733163096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5329996620733163096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/niken-lagi.html' title='Niken lagi... :('/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVH0xWaQ30I/AAAAAAAAAI8/feIoixhSLHE/s72-c/menangis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-8530988910752874086</id><published>2008-12-23T07:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:06:59.648+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klik'/><title type='text'>Klik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVA10QJJjrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Lo3ctsm4kQI/s1600-h/951128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVA10QJJjrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Lo3ctsm4kQI/s320/951128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282781534708403890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ku ambil gambarmu…&lt;br /&gt;Kubekukan waktu…&lt;br /&gt;Kuhentikan tempo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Aku ingin saat ini abadi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin ini selamanya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Kau terlihat agung&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlihat jauh namun berbinar indah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu pancaran yang tak pernah terlintas sebelumnya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Hanya bayangmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma itu saja yang kugenggam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya binar cahayamu saja yang sanggup kupandang lama&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tak bisa lebih dekat lagi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena waktu mulai berdetik&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lintangku, kau berlalu melanglang tak tercapai penglihatan&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Erat kugenggam kameraku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersiap menangkap binarmu yang pasti lewat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam putaran waktu yang berbeda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tempat berpijak yang tak sama&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;~untuk Rahwana yang berpendar di gelap pantaiku&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;20:33&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Dec 08&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/4755470942908773531-8530988910752874086?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/8530988910752874086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=8530988910752874086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8530988910752874086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/8530988910752874086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/klik.html' title='Klik!'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SVA10QJJjrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Lo3ctsm4kQI/s72-c/951128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-5021580456819726649</id><published>2008-12-22T09:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:05:43.610+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mendungku'/><title type='text'>Mendungku?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU8OzSh4s_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/2bBH-HMe0d8/s1600-h/mendung+di+sabana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU8OzSh4s_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/2bBH-HMe0d8/s400/mendung+di+sabana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282457162238964722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Jika ini mengenai kejadian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa harus rumput bukan batu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Batu kan tidak perlu kesuburan hujan apalagi mendung dan awan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan tidak perlu hidup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedang rumput..?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;O h..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Coba kutebak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu tentang keinginan hidupmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semisal kamu rumput&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perihal asal mula&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentang kebutuhan &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlakuan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebagainya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala dari, oleh, dan untuk hidup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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;Rumput butuh air agar nafas dan nadinya tak terhenti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu yang mencipta dahaganya akan hujan&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;Sepekat-pekat mendung ada yang menunggu ia turun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harga yang pantas untuk hujan&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="ES"&gt;Pilihan yang cerdas dan bijak, Nona...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi dan memperlakukan pemberi hidup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&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;Lain hal dengan tawaranku menjadi batu&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="FI"&gt;Batu perlu air untuk membuktikan kekerasannya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu yang bisa menerobos pori tanpa melukai bentuknya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia butuh air dalam kematiannya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu membuktikan keberadaannya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyakinan akan ketentuan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu yang bisa dibuktikan oleh pintarnya pemahaman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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;Dengan begitu tidak penting lagi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang mempermasalahkan kebatuan atau kematiannya&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;Entah sudah kamu pikirkan atau belum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dengan kecerdasan, kamu akan mengerti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti pengertianku kenapa mempercayaimu.&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;Itu yang kupahami&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;Oleh:&lt;br /&gt;Mendungku&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;2008/12/22&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03:25&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/4755470942908773531-5021580456819726649?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/5021580456819726649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=5021580456819726649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5021580456819726649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/5021580456819726649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/mendungku.html' title='Mendungku?'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU8OzSh4s_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/2bBH-HMe0d8/s72-c/mendung+di+sabana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-2912438838843703292</id><published>2008-12-22T07:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:53:32.037+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sahabat hati'/><title type='text'>Paramita Hatiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU7oWdCUDtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ppen5A13wrI/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU7oWdCUDtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ppen5A13wrI/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414885401267922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU7oWWVBGnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nTeEo1DLUpQ/s1600-h/0329082224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU7oWWVBGnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nTeEo1DLUpQ/s400/0329082224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414883600669298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU7oWERqmjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UgNlPBZcbD4/s1600-h/0329082547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU7oWERqmjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UgNlPBZcbD4/s400/0329082547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414878754773554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Minggu ini sungguh berat buatku. Benar-benar berat. Kalau ada yang pernah merasakan patah hati, percayalah yang kualami lebih daripada itu. Singkatnya, minggu ini adalah hari terakhir untuk sahabatku bekerja di kantor. Dia telah membuat keputusan untuk berhenti bekerja dan memilih untuk menemani suami yang bekerja di luar Jawa. Dirinyapun sedang hamil 5 bulan. Aku bisa mengerti keputusannya. Akan sangat egois untuk memintanya tinggal hanya untuk mendengar curhatan remeh-temehku dan menemaniku makan siang. Tapi sungguh semua itu sangat berharga bagiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Namanya &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/nichuneemutz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Niken Paramita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Kami selalu bersekolah di tempat yang sama mulai SD. Hanya saja kami menjadi dekat sejak kuliah. Dia mengerti aku dan aku mengerti dirinya. Dia dewasa, itu yang paling kusuka darinya, meski pada faktanya dia lebih muda setengah tahun dariku. Kenyataannya akulah yang sering menumpahkan uneg-unegku padanya. Lainnya, dia orang yang netral. Jangan mengira dengan menjadi sahabatnya dengan otomatis dia akan membelamu dalam setiap konflik. Dia adalah orang yang memandang segala sesuatu dari luar kotak. Bisakah membayangkan aku yang Drama Queen ini menjadi temannya. Bisa dipastikan aku keseringan menggerutu karena merasa tidak dibela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Entah sebagai sesama wanita atau sebagai sahabat, tapi itulah dia…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;The bottom line is, selama kami bersahabat dia sudah mematahkan hatiku sebanyak tiga kali. Dan ini patah hati sungguhan. Aku tidak memilih diksi itu tanpa alasan. Biar kubeberkan alasan patah hatiku satu per satu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Alasan I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;: Dia menikah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Terus terang dahiku langsung berkerut waktu dia memutuskan menikah. I mean, siapa yang akan menemaniku ke mall, berputar-putar keliling kota untuk mencari sesuatu yang menarik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Itu kan artinya aku harus minta ijin suaminya setiap kali aku akan mengajaknya pergi. Oh, kemana larinya kebebasan kami. Aku tidak membenci suaminya karena dia pria yang baik. Aku hanya patah hati karena deep down inside aku merasa dia menduakan aku. Okay, aku merasa tersaingi. Sahabatku terenggut dariku. Namun sepertinya ini belum menjadi yang paling luar biasa.&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;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Alasan II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;: Dia hamil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Tuhanku! Pria itu menghamilinya!!! Yeah, aku memang lebay. Apa yang salah dari seorang suami yang menghamili istrinya sendiri. Tapi lihat aku!! Lihat apa yang dia perbuat dengan merampas sahabatku dariku, sekarang dia memberinya kado yang sudah jelas akan menjauhkan aku darinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;No more watching cinema together, tidak ada lagi acara jalan-jalan. Ini jalan buntu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Alasan III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;: Dia keluar dari kantor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Dia benar-benar ingin membunuhku!!! Dia adalah sebagian alasan yang membuatku tetap bekerja di tempat kerjaku sekarang. Aku punya teman yang memiliki nasib sama. Kami sering mengeluh bersama dan mentertawakan banyak hal bersama. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Alasan III adalah alasan yang paling dalam menyakitiku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Seminggu ini aku selalu menangis semalaman dan tidak bisa tidur sebelum pukul 02.00 pagi. Aku tidak bisa berhenti menyesali pengunduran dirinya. Aku tahu aku egois. Egois adalah nama tengahku, kawan. Setiap aku mendengar lagi Malaikat Juga Tahu punya Dewi Lestari aku bisa menangis dengan hebat. Aku bisa memenuhi kolam renang balita dengan air mataku. Aku benar-benar merasa tidak berdaya sekaligus sedih karena begitu egois padanya. Dia adalah salah satu sahabat terbaik yang pernah kumiliki. Aku bahkan sudah merindukan tawa kami. Aku benar-benar tidak tahu bagaimana mengatasi kantor tanpa dia. Ini menyedihkan dan diluar kapasitasku sebagai gadis bodoh yang arogan dan egois. Sampai sekarang aku masih merasakan mataku berkaca-kaca setiap mengingat ini semua. Sayangnya, aku tidak bisa berbuat apa-apa. Patah hati ini mengalahkan patah hati pada seorang mantan pacar. Aku tidak pernah putus cinta dan merasa patah hati yang seperti ini. Kalau boleh kunyatakan, ini adalah patah hati terberat dalam hidupku. Bagaimana mungkin seorang Niken membuatku menangis malam-malam selama satu minggu penuh hingga aku merasa perlu untuk membicarakannya dengan Rahwana, awan mendungku. Untungnya dia bisa memberiku rasa nyaman untuk kembali ke realita lagi. Meski belum sepenuhnya. Hatiku masih sakit dan memerlukan waktu yang lama untuk sembuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hari Sabtu kemarin adalah hari terakhirnya ngantor. Kukuatkan hatiku untuk tidak menangis didepannya. Dia hamil dan dia tidak boleh menangis.&lt;br /&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;&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;Aku hanya berharap nantinya segalanya akan sedikit lebih mudah untukku. Aku terlalu banyak kehilangan akhir-akhir ini dan semuanya menyakitkanku dengan keras. Semoga tahun depan akan menjadi tahun yang penuh berkah bagiku dan keluarga serta sahabat dan teman-teman dekatku. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Hugs, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&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/4755470942908773531-2912438838843703292?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/2912438838843703292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=2912438838843703292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2912438838843703292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/2912438838843703292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/paramita-hatiku.html' title='Paramita Hatiku'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU7oWdCUDtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ppen5A13wrI/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-6212890943908870849</id><published>2008-12-21T11:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:22:21.542+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nuer Drei Stunden, Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU8rzO28WTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/49YIH0KjwH0/s1600-h/Ravana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU8rzO28WTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/49YIH0KjwH0/s320/Ravana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282489047090747698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Malam minggu ini kuhabiskan untuk bercengkerama bersama sahabatku, Niken. Menghabiskan waktu dengannya sebelum sang suami datang dan membawanya pergi (booohooo!!!!)&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;Ah sudahlah, hentikan semua kecengengan ini! Mau tidak mau, nantinya pasti aku harus menghadapi semuanya sendiri. Ya, sendiri...&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;Setelah meneguk segelas lemon tea (akhir-akhir ini gila lemon tea), aku pulang. Sekitar jam 11an sampai di rumah. &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;Diam saja di kamar, tidak melakukan apa-apa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Jam 12 aku putuskan menelpon Rahwana! Dia mengangkat telponnya!!! EUREKA!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kami mengobrol 3 jam!!!!&lt;/span&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;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Rupanya banyak hal yang sedang dipikirkannya. Aku berharap bisa menceriakannya, karena dia sudah memberikan kerlip cahaya di langit gelapku minggu itu...&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;Hugs,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingga&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/4755470942908773531-6212890943908870849?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/6212890943908870849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=6212890943908870849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6212890943908870849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6212890943908870849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/nuer-drei-stunden-baby.html' title='nuer Drei Stunden, Baby...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SU8rzO28WTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/49YIH0KjwH0/s72-c/Ravana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-6584129063628213634</id><published>2008-12-19T13:32:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:21:07.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SUtYxsfm-pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Xdg2kvx6UdI/s1600-h/red_eye_frog_in_the_rain_160375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SUtYxsfm-pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Xdg2kvx6UdI/s400/red_eye_frog_in_the_rain_160375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281412598802610834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been four days...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's just running out of credit pulse...&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;He just has a problem to find a nearby reload shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..&lt;br /&gt;Ich warte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick.. Tick.. Tick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:20&lt;br /&gt;Dec 19th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;im Buero (haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-6584129063628213634?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/6584129063628213634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=6584129063628213634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6584129063628213634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/6584129063628213634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/ticking.html' title='Ticking...'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SUtYxsfm-pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Xdg2kvx6UdI/s72-c/red_eye_frog_in_the_rain_160375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-3194531267384493655</id><published>2008-12-19T07:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:44:33.384+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodok, Rumput dan sang Hujan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SUr_1QxVo_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0_-zQDHlbtE/s1600-h/HIRES_1000_word_frog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SUr_1QxVo_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0_-zQDHlbtE/s400/HIRES_1000_word_frog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281314803545383922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titik-titik hujan berdenting di kaca, mendamaikan…&lt;br /&gt;Aku bagai seekor katak yang berdendang kegirangan&lt;br /&gt;Kala sang hujan tersungging menyapa jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Aku bagai kecebong kecil yang bersorai riuh&lt;br /&gt;Saat sentuhan dingin rintiknya membelai hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini gaduh yang kudamba...&lt;br /&gt;Tiap tetes adalah selaksa harmoni penyembuh luka&lt;br /&gt;Tiap butirnya adalah semesta sejuk dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanyalah rumput...&lt;br /&gt;Diam, hening, dan takluk&lt;br /&gt;Kala kau datang, wahai Air Langitku&lt;br /&gt;Kureguk sejuta cita hidup dan nirwana&lt;br /&gt;Beningmu kabarkan cerita indah sang niji&lt;br /&gt;Tempat para bidadari bercanda lirih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya seekor katak yang terpesona lembut melodimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma rumput yang menantikan lengkung pelangimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Air Langit,&lt;br /&gt;Terimalah sekeping tresna dariku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Desember 2008&lt;br /&gt;21:48&lt;br /&gt;In my room... (ngantuk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: lempeng&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Semua yang Terlambat – Marcel&lt;br /&gt;(urip kok di-soundtrack-i… *hihihi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755470942908773531-3194531267384493655?l=pipioranje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/feeds/3194531267384493655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755470942908773531&amp;postID=3194531267384493655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3194531267384493655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755470942908773531/posts/default/3194531267384493655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipioranje.blogspot.com/2008/12/kodok-dan-rumput-dan-sang-hujan.html' title='Kodok, Rumput dan sang Hujan'/><author><name>orangecloud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18149294490057708363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtBv_kU44cs/TY5MGnxo1HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OsJNwCXzKHg/s220/ME___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SUr_1QxVo_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0_-zQDHlbtE/s72-c/HIRES_1000_word_frog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755470942908773531.post-145226390781177659</id><published>2008-12-18T07:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:48:26.178+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bos Aneh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZwZf-lKBn8/SUmcQcWNc9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aho39mevMGg/s1600-h/Audrey+Hepburn+Illustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" 
