<?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-613600500052136598</id><updated>2012-01-20T17:30:59.472+07:00</updated><category term='daily'/><category term='review'/><title type='text'>Fluorescent Adolescent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-6339752538329178084</id><published>2012-01-20T17:24:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:30:59.535+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shakespeare Favourite's Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21431956/couple-hammock-interior-mountains-romantic-Favim.com-270375_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; fire&lt;/span&gt; sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-6339752538329178084?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/6339752538329178084/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=6339752538329178084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6339752538329178084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6339752538329178084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-shakespeare-favourites-line.html' title='My Shakespeare Favourite&apos;s Line'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-6582971558321329427</id><published>2011-12-28T01:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T02:09:46.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekutu Binal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/387874_2626706031930_1383661905_2956123_186135844_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenalkan, namaku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arky Darmawan&lt;/span&gt;. Aku lahir di Jakarta pada tanggal 29 Desember sebelum Masehi. Aku adalah seorang jagoan neon, jagoan yang bukan sembarang jagoan. Dulu, waktu kecil, aku paling hobi diberi Milna. Iya, Milna. Aku memang bayi yang imut imut... Dahulu kala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Namun semua ini berubah ketika aku menduduki bangku SMP. Ketika geng demi geng sedang marak dibicarakan, aku memendam kekuatan terbesarku. Bai de wey, seperti yang aku bilang tadi, aku memang jagoan. Jadi aku jago banget deh tuh berantem sama siapa aja insyaAllah dengan restu Khalik aku tak takut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waktu berjalan, akupun memasuki masa-masa tersulit dalam hidupku: SMA. SMA itu ibarat kata penis, guru-guru yang membuatnya acapkali keras. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(HAYO DIAPAIN TUH GURUNYA!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tapi tak apa, sekali lagi: aku jagoan. Aku memang jagoan sejati. Terus udah gitu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Udah Ky, udah. Ini blog gue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eh, halo semuanya! Sori belom sempet ngesubmit part 3 cerita dibawah. Masih ada beberapa section yang harus diperbaiki. Jadi gini, sekarang gue pengen banget ngenalin salah satu dari sekian banyaknya SEKUTU BINAL...&lt;br /&gt;Arky namanya. Dulu satu SMP sama gue, dan sekarang &lt;s&gt;dengan amat sangat menyesal&lt;/s&gt; satu SMA lagi sama gue, sekelas pula. Dan soal biodata diatas, itu samasekali bukan rekayasa. Arky itu, kekuataanya diakuin semua orang. Udah gitu menurut pendapat gue, orangnya juga easy... Bukan, bukan easy going. Dia beneran easy alias murahan soalnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya anak-anak pada segan sama dia, sampe akhirnya...&lt;br /&gt;Di suatu hari, bersama beberapa SEKUTU BINAL lainnya, Arky menyantroni rumah gue. Rumah yang tidak bersalah itu diacak-acaknya, dihancurkannya, dengan memasang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andro&lt;/span&gt; sebagai kambing hitam (Ya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andro&lt;/span&gt; memang hitam tapi bukan berarti dia kambing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/293776_2044926688108_1392610106_31972930_5719821_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aduh Tuhan aku gamau liat bokep ini tapi kayaknya seru juga uhhhm buka mata gakya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, tamat kiamat nasib rumah gue saat itu.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kami bercanda tawa, hingga naasnya, hujan turun. Waktu itu pukul enam sore. Adzan maghrib berkumandang dengan ganteng. Dan hujan semakin deras.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya anak-anak terkurung di rumah gue. Menggigil kedinginan. Gue mengambil selimut, menyeduh susu cokelat, dan menyuruh Arky mengantarnya ke lantai atas. Dia memang gentle sekali saat itu. Sayang dia bau mulut.&lt;br /&gt;Kami menyantap snack dengan nikmat kala itu. Hingga akhirnya petir melambai (bener gak sih pencitraannya? -_-) di sana sini. Kami semua takut dan menghambur ke dalam kamar sambil menggelar extra bed dan berkelakar dengan sederhana. Sesi curhat pertama dimulai dengan Medina, kami mendengar dengan serius. Lalu entah mengapa tiba-tiba Arky menyambar dengan mantap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gue dulu punya kucing," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serentak, kami semua mencodongkan badan. Penasaran akan cerita yang disampaikan Arky barusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ngapain sih lu semua!?" Ia sewot. "Yaa gitu deh, gue dulu punya kucing. Lucu gitu. Gua kemana-mana sama kucing gua. Pokoknya sohib dah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teruskan, Arky." Gue mendramatisir sambil memilin ujung seprei yang entah kenapa mendadak berantakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaa gitu... Gue dulu punya kucing lucu, manja, namanya..." Ia mengambil napas. "EMPUS..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jadi dulu gua udah sahabatan banget dah sama dia, kemana-mana sama dia. Tapi bokap gua rada gak suka kucing, jadi waktu gua lagi sekolah, diem-diem dibuang itu kucing. Pas gua balik dari sekolah, gua galiat Empus dimana-mana. Pas gua tanya nyokap cuma bilang 'Lah gak tau...' gitu." Ia mengambil napas sebentar, kemudian berkata lagi. "Terus gua tau aja gitu kucing gua dibuang. Gua NANGIS EMPAT HARI... DIKAMAR..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami menahan napas. Kemudian serentak tertawa ngakak dan itu bener-bener under control abis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LU TAU HAPE NOKIA KAN??? IYA... HAPE NOKIA YANG BISA BIKIN SLIDE SHOW... GUA SAMPE BIKIN FOTO EMPUS YANG GUA GABUNGIN JADI SATU DI SLIDESHOW ITU DAN TEBAK LAGUNYA APA... CINTA INI MEMBUNUHKU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa kami makin membahana. Dan itu lebih dari lebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya itu bener-bener some kind of laugh we can't even stop. Mengerikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangin, Arky gitu loh, seorang Jendral, maenannya kucing namanya Empus pulak!? Aduh rontok lah keseganan kami semua. Btw, kalo penasaran bangetbangetbanget sama actual facenya boleh kok nyamper ke 34. Udah, cakkin aja. Karena ini udah jadi rahasia umum sebenernya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah, jam 2 pas. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam jedag jedug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/13860_1224663467551_1557943323_581430_6725111_n.jpg" /&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/613600500052136598-6582971558321329427?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/6582971558321329427/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=6582971558321329427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6582971558321329427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6582971558321329427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/12/sekutu-binal.html' title='Sekutu Binal'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-7851696024985506096</id><published>2011-12-15T17:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:46:15.418+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19304145/AgkKmZ0CAAMR6-y_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Who's the boy you like the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Is he teasing you with underage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Could he be waving from a tropical sunset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Static silhouette somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Single in his bed someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quiet till it falls, falls, falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Rome, Rome, Rome, Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Focus looking forward the colosseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Oh no! What did I say? What can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'll be driving, you look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It ain't easy to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When your shutters are open all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When it's candlelight I see I go insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Distant silhouette somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;We shared a cigarette somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Addict till it falls, falls, falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Rome, Rome, Rome, Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Focus looking forward the colosseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Oh no! What did I say? What can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Rome, Rome, many tears have falling here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'll be driving, you look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Always and forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I call to say I'm on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;2000 years remain in a trash can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Let burn the cigarette somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Ashes till it falls, falls, falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I stand outside under broken leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I know I can't do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;The future's trying to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've never loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And if I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I wouldn't say that I'm sorry oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I stand outside under broken leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Always and forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;We're together dead and lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I thought I couldn't do this without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Single in his bed somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Ashes till it falls, falls, falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 17px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;brought to you by &lt;b&gt;Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-7851696024985506096?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/7851696024985506096/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=7851696024985506096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7851696024985506096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7851696024985506096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/12/rome.html' title='Rome'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-2082182357552533136</id><published>2011-12-12T15:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:38:30.554+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Buat yang belom baca Part 1-nya, &lt;a href="http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/12/cerita-part-1.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Man! Maaan!" Gue mengibas-ngibaskan tangan di depan cowok jangkung itu sambil nyengir pasrah. Kepada Arman, sosok pendiam yang disegani banyak orang. Sedangkan gue, gak lebih dai sosok murahan yang dicemooh semua orang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kenapa, Ngel? Mau tambah lagi kopinya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aduh, please deh... Lo kalo emang niat mau ngaso, pulang aja. Jangan bikin gue tambah bete." Arman cuma bisa mangut-mangut kayak orang bego sambil menopang kedua tangannya dibawah dagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kenapa sih, Ngel? Katanya tadi abis ngacungin Bintang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Biasa, abis dikacungin minta lebih... Dikira gue cewek apaan. Penjahat kelamin dasar. Coba kalo kere, udah gue abisin kali!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dari awal gue emang udah nyium gelagat gak bener kok," Arman terdiam sejenak. "Ngel, sampe kapan sih?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sampe kapan apaan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sampe kapan kamu mau kayak gini terus? Jadi cewek yang love life-nya amburadul gak karuan? Yang diomongin orang-orang terus? Gak capek apa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue lalu berpikir keras. Iya juga yah, sampe kapan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faux pas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku harusnya tahu betul, malaikat-ku itu bukanlah tipe orang yang memikirkan apapun yang orang lain katakan padanya, dia tipe-tipe orang penganut motto "IDGAF" yang bertebaran disana-sini dan melakukan semua hal yang mereka suka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ia hanya termenung sambil menyeruput kopinya yang mulai dingin, yang kutahu betul paling dibencinya, tetapi ia menikmatinya seakan kopi dingin itu lebih menarik daripada isi pembicaraan kami. Dan aku rasa memang lebih baik begitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba, senyumnya merekah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sebenernya gue udah mikir dari lama... Jadi gini, gimana kalo kita nyoba pacaran aja?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bak adegan sinetron kacangan, aku tersedak sampai sesak napas. Ia cuma menyeringai lebar seakan-akan idenya adalah ide maha dasyat, seakan-akan Tuhan telah memberinya wangsit untuk membaca pikiran orang dan pikiranku adalah pikiran pertama yang paling diminatinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Alaaah, udahlah. Bukan serius-serius gitu kok, gue janji. Cuma mau rasain aja. Lagian lo gak suka beneran sama gue kan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingin rasanya aku menjadi bagian dari salah satu sinetron kampungan itu. Hanya saja, saat ini, aku ingin &lt;i&gt;scene&lt;/i&gt; ini dibuat sedemikian rupa supaya aku tersedak sampai mati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arman emang &lt;i&gt;freak&lt;/i&gt;. Mematung disaat gue melontarkan ide terkeren yang gue punya saat ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selama ini, gue emang gak pernah pacaran.&lt;i&gt; I don't like to commit or hook up with anybody else right now.&lt;/i&gt; Gue gak percaya sebuah relationship dapat membawa kita menuju jenjang hidup yang lebih baik, &lt;i&gt;but let's see what's going to happen at last.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maaan, mau ya? Seminggu doang kok."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ia hanya mengangguk pasrah sambil mengelap mulutnya. Gue bersorak penuh kemenangan dalam hati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yaudah, gue balik dulu yaa, sampe ketemu besok!" Gue lalu pamit dan mencium pipinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngel, apa semua laki-laki yang deket sama kamu merasakan hal yang sama seperti yang aku rasakan saat ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singkat tapi manis. Pedih tapi nikmat. Kombinasi yang aneh dan buruk rupa, tapi entah mengapa, aku senang. Aku senang mencicipi kelabu di mataku saat kau menghilang di balik etalase kafe yang makin padat. Aku merasa sendiri tapi aku senang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padahal, for God's sake, it's just a little kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku serasa seperti berada di medan perang, terjatuh. Dan kau hadir di depanku sebagai sekutu, membawa senjata. Berulang kali kuucap kata biar kau membunuhku supaya rasa sakitku hilang, tapi nyatanya kau membalut luka yang menganga itu dan berharap aku akan merasa lebih baik dari sebelumnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi tidak. Kau salah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karena aku memilih mengakhiri rasa sakit itu daripada perasaan tersebut makin menyiksaku lebih parah dari yang sebelumnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So why don't you just pull the trigger, Ngel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_1" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if I told you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_2" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who I really was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_3" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if I let you in on my charade?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_4" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if I told you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;What was really going on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_6" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more masks and no more parts to play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theres so much I want to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_8" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Im so scared to give away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every little secret that I hide behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_10" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you see me differently?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_11" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And would that be such a bad thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder what it would be like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I told you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jason Walker - What If I Told You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;Part 3 is on the way ;)&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/613600500052136598-2082182357552533136?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/2082182357552533136/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=2082182357552533136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/2082182357552533136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/2082182357552533136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/12/cerita-part-2.html' title='Cerita Part 2'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-7054453114042459065</id><published>2011-12-11T20:30:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:33:49.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namanya Angel. Matanya indah, menusuk. Caranya berkelakar, berjalan, membuatku berpikir mungkin dialah bidadari yang selama ini kucari. Terlepas dari statusnya sebagai cewek berlabel 'for fun' yang kerap menjadi perbincangan. Namun cinta membuatku gelap mata, dan mungkin tuli juga. Karena semakin mereka membicarakannya, semakin pula aku terjerumus dalam cinta itu. Mungkin cinta semacam black hole, atau mungkin aku saja yang berjiwa masochist. Entahlah. Yang jelas, aku benci menjadi narapidana bagi cinta itu. Sementara keadaan di sekelilingku adalah sel dingin dengan udara yang menusuk, yang bahkan tak sudi sedikitpun untuk kuhirup.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, man. Whatever. Yang jelas aku selalu siap mendengarkan segala macam keluh kesahnya tentang berbagai macam pria yang sempat mampir dalam hidupnya tanpa dapat memadamkan api yang membakar hatiku barang sebentar saja, yang tidak pernah ia sadari pula. &lt;i&gt;Insane? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukankah cinta memang begitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is like a box of chocolate. You never know what you gonna get.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begitu kata Forrest Gump. Tapi gue rasa, gue perlu meralat beberapa hal disini. Buat gue, l&lt;i&gt;ife is like a box of condoms. You always know what you gonna get, but you still pretend like you'll bear every responsibilities in it. You keep on going because of your own desire. So what's the fucking point of this, mate? Nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is nothing but to suffer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I meant it.&lt;/i&gt; Ketika semua orang di sekeliling lo &lt;i&gt;play their own masks, you can do nothing but do the same.&lt;/i&gt; Tapi lo bukan expert, lo orang yang terbiasa menunjukkan sisi diri elo yang sebenarnya, dan gak semua orang bisa nerima itu. Gue benci komitmen, sementara orang-orang di sekeliling gue anjing semua. Mereka ngomong seenak jidat mereka tentang betapa murahnya gue, betapa gobloknya laki-laki yang mau gue porotin duitnya, dan betapa heartless-nya gue saat mereka tunduk di bawah kaki gue tapi gak gue hirauin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebodo amat lah! Persetan sama semuanya. Yang jelas, ditengah kebisingan kata-kata orang yang memekakkan telinga itu, masih ada seseorang yang mau mendengar keluh kesah gue dengan tulus. Arman. Tapi terkadang, satu lelaki saja tidak cukup, sel-sel dalam tubuh gue mengingkan lebih dan lebih. Dan gue gak cukup pintar untuk menyembunyikan hasrat gue yang naudzubillah itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a doctor... To bring me back to life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kopi, Mas?" suara waitress memudarkan lamunanku. Ia lalu mendengarkan pesananku dengan hikmat dan berlalu. Sesaat, keadaan makin hening. Kutengok kaca bagian luar kafe yang mulai berembun akibat hujan musiman, lalu malaikat-ku datang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh, udah lama?" tanyanya sambil meletakkan tas dengan anggun. Aku bahkan sudah hapal wangi parfumnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Enggak.... Dianter sama siapa tadi?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Biasa, Bintang. Udah resmi jadi kacung gue dia sekarang, hahaha."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku senang melihatnya tertawa lepas, walaupun joke yang ia lontarkan padaku saat ini tidak lucu. Aku hanya senang merasakan kedamaian dari suara lembutnya yang tidak pernah dibuat-buat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gile, berat amat bacaan lo." Ia melihat The Economist terpampang jelas di sudut meja, mengambilnya, lalu melipatnya. "C'mon, sesekali hidup santai lah. Stress sendiri gue liat lo dan 'kuliah subuh' lo tiap hari... Cari cewek gih."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Belom waktunya aja."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Apa lo bilang? Belom waktunya? Haha! Ya gak usah diseriusin lah tolol. Maenin aja. Cari asiknya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aku bukan kamu, Ngel."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel hanya nyengir lebar memamerkan gigi-giginya yang lucu, sementara aku membatu. Ia menyulut rokoknya dengan santai sambil memesan segelas moccachino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kawan tentu ingat, magnet hanya dapat saling tarik menarik saat kedua kutubnya saling berlawanan. Aku sang Utara, dan Angel sang Selatan. Kami berbeda dalam berbagai hal. Tapi aku merasa beruntung dengan perbedaan itu, karena sekarang Angel adalah Selatan-ku yang ku rengkuh. Tak sudi kulepas lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me who feel it that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lanjutannya gue tulis besok. Ngantuk berat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-7054453114042459065?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/7054453114042459065/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=7054453114042459065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7054453114042459065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7054453114042459065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/12/cerita-part-1.html' title='Cerita Part 1'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-7859847498641018716</id><published>2011-11-26T22:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:05:05.202+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah Pencerahan, Bukan Keluh Kesah</title><content type='html'>Ketika cinta hadir tanpa berkata-kata&lt;br /&gt;Dan waktu menghapusnya dengan air mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika waktu bergulir bagai embun pagi yang menyejukkan dan menghapus sisa-sisa kehadiran malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tertegun, tapi tak juga menampik bahwa&lt;br /&gt;Kepergianmu kurang lebih suatu tanda tanya yang anggun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menyisakan sejuta gundah&lt;br /&gt;Mengharuskanku tabah&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tak sanggup,&lt;br /&gt;Tak sanggup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak. Gua enggak sedang jatuh cinta sama siapa-siapa.&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata ini terlintas begitu aja ketika gua lagi bosen di angkot, sambil dengerin lagu Come Home-nya Sara Barellies sama OneRepublic.&lt;br /&gt;Doakan, gua lagi UAS. Semoga semua berjalan lancar, dan yang terpenting, baik-baik saja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-7859847498641018716?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/7859847498641018716/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=7859847498641018716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7859847498641018716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7859847498641018716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/11/sebuah-pencerahan-bukan-keluh-kesah.html' title='Sebuah Pencerahan, Bukan Keluh Kesah'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-1875315709353569097</id><published>2011-11-05T15:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:46:47.445+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1G4isv_Fylg" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_1"&gt;When she was just a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_2"&gt;She expected the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_3"&gt;But it flew away from her reach so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_4"&gt;She ran away in her sleep &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_5"&gt;and dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_6"&gt;Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she closed her eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was just a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_9"&gt;She expected the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it flew away from her reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_11"&gt;and the bullets catch in her teeth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_12"&gt;Life goes on, it gets so heavy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_13"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheel breaks the butterfly &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_14"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every tear a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_15"&gt;In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_16"&gt;In the night the stormy night away she'd fly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dreams of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_18"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para-para-paradise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para-para-paradise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para-para-paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s" id="line_29"&gt;And so lying underneath those stormy skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="line line-s hover" id="line_30"&gt;She'd say,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise..."&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/613600500052136598-1875315709353569097?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/1875315709353569097/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=1875315709353569097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1875315709353569097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1875315709353569097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/11/elephant.html' title='Elephant'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1G4isv_Fylg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-794062686128515371</id><published>2011-10-14T21:28:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:43:27.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seekor Ikarus</title><content type='html'>Gue pernah baca kutipan di Conan #62 yang kira - kira begini bunyinya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan seperti Ikarus, terbang terlalu tinggi, hingga sayapnya terbakar matahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat gue, kalimat tersebut punya makna yang sangat mendalam... Walaupun gue gak tau Ikarus itu apaan, yang gue tau doi itu aves sekaligus apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue punya beberapa pemikiran yang berhubungan tentang kisah Si Ikarus tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang yang mudah kalut, terbang itu impian. Mereka dapat mengepakkan sayap mereka selebar mungkin tanpa bisa terbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang yang bijaksana, terbang itu suatu pilihan. Mereka tak akan mau asal jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang yang waspada, terbang berarti perhitungan. Mereka tidak akan terbang jauh, karena angin yang berhembus bisa membuat mereka jadi penyakitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang yang bersemangat, terbang adalah tantangan. Setiap energi yang terbuang tidak akan menjadi sia, karena mereka punya asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang paling penting... Dan yang paling mendasar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung orang yang sedang jatuh cinta, terbang berarti siap jatuh. Kapan saja.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan menjadi seekor Ikarus yang ambisius. Malang sekali nasibnya, bahkan sebelum ia sempat mendekati matahari itu, sayapnya sudah raib duluan. Ia jatuh dengan sangat tidak terhormat. Dibakar pula. Sakit lahir batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk siapapun yang akan aku cintai nanti, semoga kau tidak menjadi seperti matahari itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-794062686128515371?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/794062686128515371/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=794062686128515371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/794062686128515371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/794062686128515371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/10/seekor-ikarus.html' title='Seekor Ikarus'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-9079215839534739839</id><published>2011-10-02T11:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:34:53.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seorang pesakitan bermain dengan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   pria-pria imajinernya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berlari, berteriak, tertawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penuh sukacita di pinggir pantai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di alun-alun kehampaan, dalam kota yang tak bernyawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ia merangkai rencana-rencana yang hanya diketahuinya seorang diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   betapa bodohnya ia! kalau saja ia tahu lebih awal tidak ada yang menginginkannya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impian itu memanglah hina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi tak apa, karena pesakitan itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   membunuh waktu yang hidup dengannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang menyusup dalam darahnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketika impian itu musnah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ingin pula ia kembali ke dalam tanah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berteriaklah ia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebatang kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku hidup dalam duka cita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di dunia ini&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanya ada aku dan derita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Gila, ini sajak paling emosional yang pernah gue bikin. Dan sebenernya bukan sajak, lebih ke curahan hati banget mengingat gue adalah orang yang sangat dreamy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-9079215839534739839?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/9079215839534739839/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=9079215839534739839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/9079215839534739839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/9079215839534739839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/10/seorang-pesakitan-bermain-dengan-pria.html' title=''/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-3868028768664498284</id><published>2011-09-28T21:01:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:18:05.441+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Sebelumnya, mari gue jelaskan lebih lanjut mengenai angkot merah fenomenal ini. Sebagai juragan yang baik, gue tahu bahwa jurusan angkot ini adalah Lebak Bulus – Ragunan – Cipedak. Jam nariknya pun, tidak seperti angkot 61 yang tersedia selama 24 jam nonstop. Terbatas. Eksklusif. Hanya mau narik lima belas menit sekali, dengan atau tanpa penumpang sekalipun. Mendadakan bahwa ia adalah angkot yang tertib, taat, sungguh bukan main-main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Terus? Kenapa teori ini disamain sama nyari pacar, Ta? Apa hubungannya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Relax. Tenang dulu. Pembaca tentu tahu bahwa selama ini ambisi gue adalah: Lulus SMA -&amp;gt; Kawin. Tapi sekarang, karena gue udah beranjak dewasa dan bentar lagi bakal punya KTP &lt;s&gt;nembak&lt;/s&gt; akhirnya gue memutuskan untuk mengubah rotasi hidup gue menjadi seperti ini: Lulus SMA -&amp;gt; PMDK -&amp;gt; Fakultas Filsafat/Psikologi -&amp;gt; Kerja Makmur -&amp;gt; Naik Haji Berjamaah Sama Ortu -&amp;gt; Keliling Dunia -&amp;gt; Perawan Tua.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Maka dari itulah, gue membuat filosofi-filosofi sederhana, dimana hanya gue sendirilah yang tahu darimana rimbanya. Seperti ini :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Nyari pacar yang baik, setia, dan gak neko-neko di jaman sekarang itu… mungkin seperti apa yang gue rasakan pas nyari angkot S12 setiap hari abis pulang sekolah. PASTI ADA, asal penumpangnya sabar dan mau nunggu. Kalo udah dapet, SEGERAKAN NAIK. Hukumnya wajib. Karena kalo sampe lo melewatkan kesempatan berharga itu, lo harus NUNGGU LAGI. Dan inget, jangan jadi orang yang rewel dan neko-neko dalam hal tunggu menunggu ini, karena itu bakal bikin si sopir bete, penumpang lain bete, menteri transportasi juga ikutan bete. Dan berikan ongkos secukupnya, yang cocok dengan penalaran berdasarkan jarak jauh-dekat. Jangan terlalu dermawan, apalagi terlalu pelit, dalam memberi ‘ongkos’ (dalam hal ini gue kategorikan sebagai ‘cinta’). Usahakan juga untuk bersikap normal sesama penumpang, normal maksud gue disini adalah bersikap biasa saja. Kenapa? Karena suatu saat lo harus sadar bahwa angkot tersebut bukan milik elo SEUTUHNYA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi yang paling penting, dalam keadaan apapun, selama masih dalam lingkup yang telah gue kondisikan tadi, angkop S12 maupun calon pacar lo yang baik pasti selalu ada disana: menunggu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gute Nacht!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jakarta malam pukul 21:15 WIB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ditulis dengan segenap perasaan, sedikit penggalauan, dan secuil kenangan... akan angkot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-3868028768664498284?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/3868028768664498284/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=3868028768664498284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/3868028768664498284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/3868028768664498284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/09/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-3418410836214825596</id><published>2011-09-26T18:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:12:41.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spaceandmotion.com/Images/cosmology/human-space-universe-cosmos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's getting dark&lt;br /&gt;And the sky looks sticky&lt;br /&gt;More like black treacle than tar&lt;br /&gt;Black treacle&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told the stars&lt;br /&gt;You're not coming out tonight&lt;br /&gt;And so they found a place to hide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm out of place&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not getting any wiser&lt;br /&gt;I feel like The Sundance Kid&lt;br /&gt;Behind the synthesizer&lt;br /&gt;And I tried last night&lt;br /&gt;To pack away the laugh&lt;br /&gt;Like a key under the mat&lt;br /&gt;But it never seems to be there&lt;br /&gt;When you want it...&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/613600500052136598-3418410836214825596?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/3418410836214825596/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=3418410836214825596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/3418410836214825596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/3418410836214825596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-its-getting-dark-and-sky-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-1846275236418669771</id><published>2011-08-18T22:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:34:42.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>God Loves Me!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back with nothing I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, it's been a hard day's night ever since I came to high school. Well, maybe I'm just a little bit 'surprised' and not getting used to my new school at first, but sooner I've just realized that my classmates aren't that bad. They're just simple, funny, and kind. Maybe with them, my junior life wouldn't be that bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! I've realized that God loves me, too!&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I can say such words. But yeah that's true. I've been realizing it for some weeks after my final &lt;s&gt;destination&lt;/s&gt; examination. Since back then, I got so many wishes that would be barely come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this. Tomorrow is going to be my big goddamn day and I prayed to get period... So I won't fasting and get concentrate even more. Not that I hate fasting that much, I just can't think better when I'm hungry. Well that's kinda weird so come forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? He fulfilled my wish.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had stomachache, kind of hurts but when I know that my wish come true, that pain feel just like the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Ha. Ha. Oh, yes God, Velta loves you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! It's already this late. So bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Do you feel like going to various places in this holiday? I DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-1846275236418669771?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/1846275236418669771/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=1846275236418669771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1846275236418669771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1846275236418669771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-loves-me.html' title='God Loves Me!!!'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-5221826716659018979</id><published>2011-07-27T17:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:05:07.925+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Ballad Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Blue skys from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heros for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now, this song reminds me of my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Who won't be the same, like I've known them before.&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sounds weird. But I kinda miss the awkward part of them.&lt;br /&gt;The side I'll never get mad with just like this.&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention, arrogant side of me always want the opposite of everything.&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I sit alone in the school's library, talk to myself when finished several of my books, I used to talk alone.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the old you were here.&lt;br /&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/613600500052136598-5221826716659018979?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/5221826716659018979/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=5221826716659018979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/5221826716659018979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/5221826716659018979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-ballad-ever.html' title='Best Ballad Ever'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-6110640562635169448</id><published>2011-06-17T00:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:44:08.154+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>10 Facts I Hate About Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Bad Temper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bad at controlling myself. I have no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Desirable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did you feel when you can't even buy the thing you want, because there are so many things trapped in your mind and they should be done on your waiting list? Nah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Trick or Treat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dislike this one. Makes me look like baka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Masochist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to confess, but yeah, punish me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Social Phobia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait... It may sounds weird for some people, but I do. I do feel something weird on my head when there are so many people around. I feel like I want to crumble with ground and disappear just like, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Eat 24/7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't have to describe more, it's me who can't defend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Bored and Boring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was being such a boring person when I bored. Wonder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. The Lazy Ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Ignorant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I feel like I need to explain this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not that kind of girl who'd sad if my crush wasn't being able to love me back, or accompany me, or some kind of things you'd care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people hate me, I won't shout back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm lonely, I'm just chilling around and pretend like I was cooler than other. No, I won't tweeted it just to get attention :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I cared about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just letting it go, that's just how it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man how I hate real world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Handsome Fetish!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LMAO this one goes crazy! I can spent the entire day looking for some kawaii boys anime pic or fanservice and laughing to myself in the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with a smile like this, how can I not smile back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Tw6aeWLRs8/TfpAu0X_nfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/MYiCD5djVK0/s400/takishima.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618874658175557106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 350px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-6110640562635169448?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/6110640562635169448/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=6110640562635169448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6110640562635169448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6110640562635169448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-facts-i-hate-about-myself.html' title='10 Facts I Hate About Myself'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Tw6aeWLRs8/TfpAu0X_nfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/MYiCD5djVK0/s72-c/takishima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-4718559554088722377</id><published>2011-06-11T22:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:34:48.570+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Farewell Moment</title><content type='html'>Yippie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back after all, setelah agak lama vakum akibat urusan kelulusan dan sebagainya. Lo harus tau men, gue bener-bener dikerjain sama guru pas pengumuman. Jadi, pengumuman gue itu dibarengin sama perpisahan. Pukul 10:00 WIB kan waktu sahnya tuh, jadi sesampainya di hotel, kita langsung ngumpul di Lobby buat nerima kertas nilai bajingan. Tapi sebelumnya, sekitar jam 8-an kita mampir dulu di rest area. Berhubung gue gak bisa banget lepas dari buku barang beberapa jam aja, langsung nyari tempat jualan buku tuh. Eh gue dicegat sama Supriyanto, guru TIK gue pas kelas 7 yang entah kenapa tiba-tiba menjabat di TU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Velta, kecewa Bapak sama kamu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue langsung stuck. Gak bisa napak lagi. Gue yakin ini ada kaitannya dengan NEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ma-Maksud Bapak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Iya, Bapak pernah ngajar Velta di kelas 7... Bapak tau loh, geblek-geblek gini *sialan* Velta gimana... Harusnya bisa dapet yang lebih dari ini kamu Nak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue gemeteran. Demi apapun gue gemeteran. Mendadak gue bersyukur gue gak ngajak bokap nyokap wisuda. Dengan agak sinetron, gue berlari menuju bus, meninggalkan guru yang maap-maap saja belangsat sekali sampe-sampe gue mau kencing aja gak jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan, gue meronta-ronta dengan ajibnya sampe-sampe semua orang di bus aja tau banget gue kalo lagi stress kayak gimana. Pokoknya kalo kata anak muda jaman sekarang mah, 94L4U 4B1Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perjalanan neraka itu ngebuat gue berpikir sarkastis, dan berharap kalo bus ini jatoh ke jurang sehingga gue gak perlu mengecewakan orangtua gue lebih parah lagi. Tapi ternyata, karena gak jadi jatoh ke jurang, akhirnya beberapa lama kemudian nyampelah kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disana si Supriyanto lagi asyik-asyik moto pemandangan dengan tatapan kagak berdosa sama sekali. Gue, bener-bener udah pasrah. &lt;i&gt;"Ah, STM aja dah gue ini mah."&lt;/i&gt; Gue berkata dalam hati sambil nyabutin rumput.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di halaman depan Lobby, udah panas, pake ada acara countdown segala pula. Gue udah H2C bet. Mana belakang gue Fadil, Fadel, sama Sipe pulak. Lah tambah panas hawanya. Pas dibuka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mendadak seperti adegan slow down dalam pilem pilem hollywood, semuanya ngacungin kertas ke atas. Ada yang nangis, ketawa, ada juga yang biasa aja. Gue melihat NEM yang tertera di kertas bener-bener satisfied. Tapi akibatnya, gue keliatan dongo parah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue ngelirik ke sekeliling. Kayaknya asyik nih kalo ada yang bisa ditampol. Eh, tau-tau ada Supri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bapak oro ngene ngene toh! NEM saya bagus juga! Siake, dikerjain gue! Dasar wedus guembhel!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wakakakaka! Kan sudah Bapak bilang, Bapak maunya kamu dapet NEM 40. Kalo 38an kayak gini sih, Bapak juga bisa..." Terus katanya, "NEM yang pertama Bapak liat si Velta lho... Suwer!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue terharu mendengarnya. Ingin rasanya gue memeluk Pak Supri, kalo aja beliau gak bau ketek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue izin pamit dan undur diri. Setelahnya, acara kita tergolong sukses kok. Mulai prosesi wisuda yang amit-amit lamanya itu, ada band Voiceless 'N Soulastic yang bikin acara tambah rame. Maleman dikit, JSS sama JJS battle dan itu sugoii banget. Two thumbs up deh buat 32. Yare yare. Nah menjelang pagi, gue ngadain acara uji nyali di gedung tua sekitar hotel. And that was exciting! Gue bener-bener suka ngerasain hawa dingin yang menerpa Bandung plus gedung yang arsitekturnya udah ancur bagai gak terurus. Gue enjoy banget malem itu, cuma suara di belakang gue kayaknya pada shollawatan tuh... Sampe gue ngakak sendiri dengernya. Abis itu gue curhat dadakan sama Abyan dkk. dan itu seru banget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pokoknya gitu lah. Gak bakal gue lupain tiga tahun yang udah gue lewatin sama angkatan gue yang satu ini. Many things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara Sayonara... Sampai berjumpa lagi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-4718559554088722377?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/4718559554088722377/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=4718559554088722377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/4718559554088722377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/4718559554088722377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/06/farewell-moment.html' title='Farewell Moment'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-236558815997620556</id><published>2011-05-31T12:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:09:53.255+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Suck It And See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.nme.com/images/gallery/ArcticMonkeysSuckItAndSee600Gb200411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bingo, here's our beloved Arctic Monkeys 4th Album, &lt;b&gt;Suck It And See.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua lagu yang ada disini murni ditulis sama &lt;b&gt;Alexander David Turner&lt;/b&gt;, ya, gue memang lebih baik binasa karena mementingkan perasaan pribadi diatas kepentingan umum. Hehe. Tapi kalo boleh promosi, lagu-lagu yang ditulis sama doi emang super banget. Gak usah jauh-jauh deh, belakangan ini doi nulis lagu buat soundtrack film &lt;b&gt;Submarine&lt;/b&gt; (yang sialnya gak pernah ditayangin di bioskop sini, asdfghjkl!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baru resmi rilis 6 Juni 2011, tapi gue sempet dengerin semua track nya lewat &lt;b&gt;Youtube&lt;/b&gt; Dan menurut gue cepat atau lambat video ini bakal diboikot sama &lt;b&gt;Domino Records&lt;/b&gt;, karena gak nyertain nama company mereka dan lagipula, albumnya aja belom keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi gue sangat sangat sangat puas dengernya. Ada yang bilang, there's something wrong sama &lt;i&gt;Brick By Brick.&lt;/i&gt; Iya sih, emang rocknya 'gak-AM-banget' tapi dibilang ancur juga enggak kok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRACKLIST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;table class="tracklist" cellpadding="0" style="font-size: 13px; width: 539px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="tlheader" style="width: 2em; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;No.&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th class="tlheader" style="width: 444px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;Title&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th class="tlheader" style="width: 4em; padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;Length&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"She's Thunderstorms"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:55&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Black Treacle"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:35&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Brick By Brick"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;2:59&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:00&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Don't Sit Down Cause I've Moved Your Chair"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:04&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Library Pictures"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;2:22&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"All My Own Stunts"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:52&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Reckless Serenade"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;2:43&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Piledriver Waltz"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:24&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Love Is a Laserquest"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"Suck It and See"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;3:46&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); "&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; "&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;"That's Where You're Wrong"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; "&gt;4:17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan ini video yang bisa lo stream terlebih dahulu, karena gak pake gambar yang berat, jadi pasti proses streamingnya bakal lebih cepet dibanding live version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*liat sidebar kiri youtubenya, disana ada satu album lengkap. tinggal loncat-loncat aja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Idn1OPolhdk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WRITER'S COMMENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, semuanya perfect. Tapi kalo kalian mau tau lagu yang paling gue suka dari sini, ya gak lain gak bukan Piledriver Waltz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I heard an unhappy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sort of sounds like you leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard the piledriver waltz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It woke me up this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Request udah gue terima di e-mail gue. Beberapa pengen gue muat Dorama Korea. Mungkin di lain kesempatan gue bakal coba nulis, ya. Thanks. Saran tetep ditunggu, etaetong@gmail.com. Babay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-236558815997620556?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/236558815997620556/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=236558815997620556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/236558815997620556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/236558815997620556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/05/suck-it-and-see.html' title='Suck It And See'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Idn1OPolhdk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-1784529113208078149</id><published>2011-05-28T14:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T15:38:04.941+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Anywhere But There</title><content type='html'>Ah, ohayo perverted diluar sana!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruntuk murid-murid jenjang akhir se-Indonesia, saat ini kalian pasti bingung dan was-was banget mau nerusin kemana. Gak masalah walaupun kalian anak SD, SMP, atau bahkan SMA. Kalo gue bukan bingung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue udah mantap: gak mau sekolah di Jakarta. Dimanapun, asal jangan disitu. Jangan tanya apa alasannya sama gue, gue juga gak tau. Tapi kayaknya, gue kayak gitu karena empet tinggal disini. Pengen ngerasain hal yang ‘baru’. Karena selama ini, gue gak pernah hidup kepisah sama orangtua kecuali buat acara-acara kayak perpisahan atau nginep-nginep. Bisa dibilang, most of all, belajar mandiri adalah salah satu alasan kuat gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa mau dikata, ternyata orangtua gue gak sepikiran sama gue. Nyokap, yang tadinya memandang gue dengan antusias, hanya bisa tertawa geli sambil menunjuk-nunjuk gue sarkastis: “Mandi sehari sekali aja gak becus!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue shock. Dan niat gue untuk berkonfrontasi dengan bapak gue hilang seketika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedihnya, niat itu hilang justru ketika gue sedang semangat-semangatnya. Dan akal busuk seperti inilah yang ada di kepala gue saat ini :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Jadi, gue minjem uang ke temen gue yang super tajir untuk biaya hidup gue sebulan. Nah, bulan pertama itu akan gue gunakan buat nyari kerja part time. Lalu gue akan mencicil utang gue tersebut dengan halal. Setelah hidup gue mapan, gue akan kembali ke Tanah Air. Gue bakal beli komik yang banyak sebagai reward kerja keras.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Tiba-tiba, setelah ngetik ini… Gue ketawa sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Gimana kagak, udah kerja capek-capek, niatnya beli komik pula. Tapi gak papa, ini adalah salah satu sketsa hidup gue yang keras. Yang tentu aja gak bakal bisa gue realisasikan sampe kapanpun, walau kekuatan Mak Erot bangkit lagi. Eniwei, tadi malem gue mimpi absurd banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pertama, gebetan gue yang dulu (Gue udah gak demen cowok 3D lagi kan? Jadi, gak usah ditanya gue masih suka ama doi apa enggak)  tiba-tiba pergi ke suatu ruangan. Di ruangan itu ada gue, beserta temen-temen yang jumlahnya bisa diitung pake jari lah pokoknya. Nah, karena di mimpi gue pun gue hyper, gue keluar buat nyari angin. Pas masuk, mantan gebetan gue itu lagi pegangan tangan sama cewek cantik. Terus gue ketawa aja, dan gue keluar ruangan, nyari temen gue si Kukung buat ngegosip. Ternyata dia ada di deket tangga, pas gue samperin, dia udah gak ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahkan di mimpi gue pun, dia masih berbentuk makhluk halus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya gue bersender di dinding koridor (Belakangan gue baru sadar kalo sebelum tidur gue sempet nonton Putri yang Ditukar dulu) sambil memasrahkan diri. Gue ketawa, terus diem. Terus ketawa lagi, terus diem lagi. Nah, disaat itulah, gue seperti melihat cowok-cowok anime gue datang memberi dukungan pada masa depan gue yang &lt;s&gt;terlanjur suram&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;terancam punah&lt;/s&gt; cerah ini. Gue sempet merasa ini kayak adegan terakhir di &lt;i&gt;The World God Only Knows&lt;/i&gt; season 1, tapi semuanya kayak real. Bahkan bangun dari tidur pun gue gak sempet ngiler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sisi kanan gue, gue seperti melihat &lt;b&gt;Tsukasa Ryoto.&lt;/b&gt; Eh, gue gak yakin itu Ryoto-kun apa bukan, karena bentuk wajahnya agak-agak mirip sama &lt;b&gt;Usui.&lt;/b&gt; Yah, siapapun, yang penting ganteng. Sekarang gue ngerasain apa yang lo rasain, Keima. Punish me please, just once more in my dream. &lt;i&gt;P.S:&lt;/i&gt;  Ternyata ada enaknya juga jadi masochist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pokoknya mimpi gue tadi malam itu berujung pada satu kesimpulan absolut : &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowok 3D &amp;gt; Cowok 2D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Dari sisi manapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pokoknya gue mau mimpi kayak gitu lagi! Ini pasti blasteran antara sinetron dan &lt;i&gt;Kimi Ni Todoke&lt;/i&gt; yang gue tonton tadi malem. Mungkin malem selanjutnya akan gue isi dengan nonton &lt;i&gt;Buser, Masih Dunia Lain, &lt;/i&gt;dan&lt;i&gt; Orelmo.&lt;/i&gt; Pasti hasilnya fantastis banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think? &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/cartoonemo/emoticons-018.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-1784529113208078149?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/1784529113208078149/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=1784529113208078149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1784529113208078149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1784529113208078149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah-ohayo-perverted-diluar-sana-teruntuk.html' title='Anywhere But There'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-173483748966248055</id><published>2011-05-25T20:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:54:47.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaimaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kalian semua tau kan, betapa sibuknya gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iya, gue orang sibuk. Sampe sombong banget sama blog gue sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiks, oke. Bingo. Gue gak sibuk, cuma gak tau apa yang harus ditulis *seperti biasa* karena hopeless romantic di luar sana mungkin menunggu postingan gue yang bombastis ini... I'm not looking forward to write it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenernya, postingan gue kali ini bakal cukup bermanfaat buat pembaca wanita. Hmm... Cowok juga, sih. Karena postingan gue kali ini mengandung unsur &lt;i&gt;Bishonen&lt;/i&gt; sekaligus &lt;i&gt;Moe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seperti yang kalian semua tau, pemilik blog ini tidak lain dan tidak bukan adalah fetish sejati. Gampang banget tertarik sama hal-hal yang eyecatching, mengandung unsur 'keindahan' yang bahkan gak bisa gue jelasin *ya, gue memang brengsek* dan gak lupa, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;unreal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say gue udah gak tertarik sama semua cowok di dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue lagi in love banget sama cowok-cowok di tumpukan komik gue... di koleksi anime gue... di kumpulan poster gue... ok, let's just say that's quite enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue udah bermetamorfosis dari seorang manusia -&amp;gt; moron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi kalau suatu saat dunia ini udah ancur lebur, cuma satu pesen gue buat kalian semua yang masih hidup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jaga semua genre koleksi gue. Even the hentai ones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue gak peduli pesan itu penting atau gak, tapi sejauh ini, pesan gue cuma itu. *man you're really hopeless*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, oke. Belakangan ini gue lagi tertarik sama cowok poni. Gak, gue lagi gak ngomongin Kangen Band. It has nothing to do with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyaa! Feels like I want Usui-kun to punish me, like, even forever!!! Kyaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgBBYU10SpI/Td0JQ_2qgyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6cn-mmFm4Ro/s1600/usui.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgBBYU10SpI/Td0JQ_2qgyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6cn-mmFm4Ro/s400/usui.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610650898396775202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/cartoonemo/emoticons-013.gif" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;My Pheromon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/cartoonemo/emoticons-013.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebelumnya, gue seneng banget sama Tsuchiya Kouta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gak tau kenapa gue suka denger &lt;i&gt;seiyuu&lt;/i&gt; (dubber) yang punya aksen suara berat &amp;amp; kaku. Ya, gue memang fetish sejati. Hmm, gue sisipin satu aja ya. Nama jurusnya Voyeur Tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtKlKfmm10I/Td0JeTK6gbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NWCom975MZI/s1600/tsuchiya_kouta_by_deadboy999-d359rsp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtKlKfmm10I/Td0JeTK6gbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NWCom975MZI/s400/tsuchiya_kouta_by_deadboy999-d359rsp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610651126920282546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mimisan*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejujurnya, koleksi gue lebih banyak dari yang gue cantumin di sini. Atau bahkan lebih banyak dari dugaan lo-lo-dan-elo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampe jumpa disini dulu, post ini bakal berlanjut di part berikutnya. Salam buat Bapak Ibu dirumah, kalo ada kesempatan bakal gue share beberapa koleksi pribadi Moe gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muahahahahaha &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/cartoonemo/emoticons-004.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/613600500052136598-173483748966248055?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/173483748966248055/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=173483748966248055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/173483748966248055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/173483748966248055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/05/tadaimaaa.html' title='Tadaimaaa!'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgBBYU10SpI/Td0JQ_2qgyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6cn-mmFm4Ro/s72-c/usui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-1314785480474788445</id><published>2011-04-13T20:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:40:56.304+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck On The Puzzle</title><content type='html'>Nazar gue untuk vakum ternyata gagal total.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gimana bisa gue vakum, sementara menjelang Ujian Nasional bukannya cenat-cenut kayak bocah lainnya gue malah rileks aja kayak mau ujian baca Al-Fatihah? Bete abis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Untuk gue yang tidak berpendirian ini, kayaknya lagu dibawah cocok bener mengekspresikan apa yang terjadi sama diri gue belakangan :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I'm not the kind of fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who's gonna sit and sing to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about stars, girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But last night I looked up into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dark half of the blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they'd gone backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something in your magnetism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must have pissed them off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forcing them to get an early night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been searching from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bottom to the top,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for such a sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the one i caught when I saw your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fingers dimmed in the lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like your used to being told that you're trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I spent all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stuck on the puzzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody I asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knew how he came to be the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to whom you surrendered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any man who wasn't led away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into the other room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stood pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But something in your magnetism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hadn't just made him drop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whoever's hand it was that he was holding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the bottom to the top,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for such a sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the one I caught when I saw your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fingers dimmed in the lights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like your used to being told that you're trouble,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I spent all night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stuck on the puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to swim to the side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my feet got caught in the middle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I thought I'd seen the light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but oh, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just stuck on the puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuck on the puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this song was just describe my self in general. Alex Turner may not know me that well, but I obviously think like he was watching me from somehow in this earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue selalu merasa udah melakukan sesuatu dengan benar dari awal, tapi ketika semua itu gagal di tengah-tengah, gue diam dan tidak melakukan apa-apa. I was just stuck on the puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue selalu ingin dan berusaha merasa cukup dengan segala sesuatu yang gue punyain saat ini. Tapi, seperti manusia lainnya pada umumnya, gue enggak bisa. Gue selalu ngerasa apapun yang gue lakuin selama ini seakan belum cukup, seakan gue butuh lebih dan lebih lagi. Bukan secara materi aja, tapi soal naluriah. It feels like... I have nothing to fight, but I thought I was lose from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan satu hal yang bener-bener tertera jelas disini, gue bukan orang yang romantis. Sama sekali. Mungkin sama dengan yang Alex gambarkan dengan gamblang di lagu ini, dia nggak suka menunjukkan apapun yang dia rasakan. Dia nggak suka bernyanyi tentang bintang, karena begitu dia melihat benda langit itu, dia sadar kalo keindahannya bersifat maya dan sementara. Dia nggak bodoh, hanya bersikap terlalu naif. Dia bukan Bruno Mars yang kata orang-orang lagunya romantis atau apalah, tapi coba liat analisis gue :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just The Way You Are. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Lagu ini menceritakan tentang ketulusan seorang cowok terhadap ceweknya, tapi nyadar gak sih, dari awal sampai akhir lagu cowok seksi satu ini cuma ngomongin fisik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grenade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Menurut gue banyak sekali part dari lagu ini yang agak janggal. Agak lucu nggak sih, kalo misalnya gue translate dari lagu aslinya dan jadinya gini :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lo tau, gue bakal loncat dari kereta buat lo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lo tau, gue akan nangkepin granat. Buat lo nih.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Tapi, itupun kalo lo kayak gitu juga ke gue. K thanks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marry You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Nah, ini lagu yang paling gue suka. Tapi setelah beberapa kali gue denger, ada kata-kata di lagu ini yang enggak gue mengerti. Inilah kata-kata itu :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If we wake up and you wanna break up that's cool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No I won't blame you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was fun, girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ditolak dan diputusin kok fun? Don't you ever feel strange about this? Gue curiga nih cowok satu pengen ngawinin cewek karena MBA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hurt feelings there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue ngefans juga kok sama Bruno Mars, bahkan gue sempet meringis sedemikian rupa pas gue nggak dapet tiket buat konsernya. Niat hati pengen jihad dan nyari di calo, eh kurang duit. Yasutralah, biar uangnya kusimpan untuk Arctic Monkeys! *teuteup*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai disini perjumpaan kita, kapan-kapan kusambung lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-1314785480474788445?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/1314785480474788445/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=1314785480474788445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1314785480474788445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1314785480474788445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/04/stuck-on-puzzle.html' title='Stuck On The Puzzle'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-6063109093881970673</id><published>2011-04-08T21:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:14:32.709+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seperti Menabung Untuk Beli Celengan</title><content type='html'>Dari judulnya aja, udah keliatan kalo kali ini gue pengen curhat parah. Agak aneh tapi nyata gak sih, kalo misalnya lo ngumpulin uang jajan lo, hasil jerih payah lo, untuk membeli sesuatu yang nantinya akan digunakan untuk menyimpan uang itu sendiri? Ya, itulah yang namanya kesia-siaan yang menyenangkan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sama seperti yang gue alamin beberapa waktu belakangan ini. Gue ngerasa bodoh meluangkan sebagian besar waktu gue untuk kesenangan yang bersifat sementara. Padahal, Ujian Nasional udah di depan mata. Dan melihat kondisi gue yang melas ini, guru-guru di sekolah bukannya menyemangati atau minimal bikin rileks sedikit kek, malah nambah beban yang buat gue ngerasa bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, apa persiapan gue menghadapi UN? Gak ada. Gue, berusaha bersikap sewajarnya kayak orang yang mau ujian EHB. Belajar tiap hari (Namun tidak sungguh-sungguh seperti yang tertuang dalam Janji Siswa. Ya, gue memang licik.) ternyata belum cukup. Ada beberapa materi yang memang tidak gue pahami secara mendalam. Terutama dalam mata pelajaran Sains dan kawan-kawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekali lagi, gue merasa bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maka dari itu, gue meluangkan akhir pekan ini untuk bersenang-senang tanpa beban. Menyingkirkan segala kepenatan gue, dari apapun juga. Lalu minggu berikutnya, gue harap gue bisa belajar dengan tenang... seperti yang selalu gue harapkan dari hari ke hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan terima kasih untuk para teman yang sudi meluangkan waktu berharganya untuk dihambur-hamburkan bersama orang bodoh seperti saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunting boneka, nemenin beli komik seabrek-abrek (Dimana komik itu sendiri sudah overlimit.) ngajakin jalan, nraktirin makan. Semua itu sungguh, sungguh berarti. That's what friends are for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya! Dan ada kejadian cukup konyol. Sebagai hiburan di hari Jum'at, gue bersama tiga orang lainnya memutuskan untuk mencari hiburan dengan nonton film horkep (horror-bokep) Indonesia. Di bioskop, teman gue yang berinisial J ngakak dengan biadab sampe gue ngerasa banget kalo penonton udah agak risih dengan kehadirannya. Si tersangka, dengan cuek dan angkuh, menaikkan kakinya dan memasang tampang 'siapa-loe-siapa-gue'-nya. Memang bajingan sekali kamu, J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temen gue yang berinisal A hanya diam. Kebetulan, dalam formasi barisan bangku, dia dapet tempat yang gelap dan tidak cukup nyaman sebenarnya. Akhirnya dengan sigap, A dan P bertukar tempat duduk seraya bercengkrama dengan asik tentang betapa noraknya efek filem yang udah kayak Legenda Hantu Beha versi Indosiar ini. Gue, sebagai orang yang keren dan beradab, hanya dapat menyaksikan filem itu dengan tertawa sinis melihat adegan-adegan tolol. Misalnya, hantu yang sok seksi padahal bodinya kayak trenggiling, adegan paranormal diangkat menuju pohon (Gue berani taruhan ceban kalo dia masang tali di ketek terus disangkutin di pohon. Klise.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saat sedang asik haha-hihi, seorang Bapak datang menuju tempat kami. P yang duduk berdampingan dengannya tidak mempunyai firasat aneh tentang gelagat pria ini. Dia tetap stay cool sambil nonton adegan agak 'rrawr' di filem tersebut. Nah, sampailah filem tersebut pada bagian dimana seorang cewek lagi di kasur dan mau nelfon seorang cowok. Dengan desahan buatan (Yang menurut gue lebih kedengaran seperti orang yang mau melahirkan gajah daripada membuat lelaki nafsu) itu dia membuat pria disamping P ini agak... sakit. Dia mencoba meraba P dengan hati-hati. P masih tidak menyadarinya, karena sedang asik. Ketika si P ini bergerak, otomatis tangan pria yang ingin menyentuhnya dengan hati-hati itu tersenggol. P langsung menunjukkan gelagat horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh... Pindah tempat duduk, yuk..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hah? Apaan?" tanya A. Dia budeg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak lama berselang, pria mesum bodoh pedofil kampret bajingan lumping tersebut bangun dan keluar dari bioskop. P menangis. Entah dia terharu, bahagia, lega... atau takut? Ah, dia shock ternyata. Pria itu hampir menggangurkannya!!! (Anggur = grape. Ya bisalah ngelesnya :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, pesan gue, berhati-hatilah dalam berbuat. Jangan sampai kita menyia-nyiakan hidup hanya untuk kesenangan sesaat. Solusi gue, belikan gue action figure Death Note chibi. Gue nggak tau itu dapat menambah gairah hidup lo atau enggak. Yang jelas gue akan bahagia sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian dari saya, tolong doakan agar saya sukses mencapai cita-cita gemilang. Dan, oh, tolong, Mbak Melinda Dee... Tolong jangan bikin Kakak Jupe merana akan... (Isi sendiri, ya.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-6063109093881970673?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/6063109093881970673/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=6063109093881970673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6063109093881970673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6063109093881970673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/04/seperti-menabung-untuk-beli-celengan.html' title='Seperti Menabung Untuk Beli Celengan'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-7753652367956494533</id><published>2011-03-29T16:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:21:19.425+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sonata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;w:sdt contentlocked="t" sdtgroup="t" id="89512093"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:  minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-theme-font:  minor-fareast;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:  EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:1.0pt;"&gt;&lt;w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;/w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;w:sdt xpath="/ns0:BlogPostInfo/ns0:PostTitle" showingplchdr="t" docpart="3226E6421C3244ACBBB2D674990CAF96" text="t" storeitemid="X_5A01B21F-E58E-420F-BEC3-398115E393C8" title="Post Title" id="89512082"&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="Publishwithline"&gt;OK. I’m fine. Beberapa waktu yang lalu, gue emang vakum karena : 1) Males nulis. 2) Gak tau apa yang pengen ditulis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tapi sekarang, mumpung gue lagi mood banget, yasudah lah. Jadi apa yang mau gue tulis? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yak, tentang cerita Gadis Salju Berbaju Perak. Gue tau, dari judulnya mungkin ini terdengar seperti filem-filem Indosiar atau sebangsanya. Tapi nggak gitu, kok. Terus ada satu cerita lagi tentang bunga Edelweiss. Iya, gue juga nggak kenal bunganya kayak gimana. Eniwei, dua cerita legenda ini, gue ceritain pake bahasa gue sendiri. Jadi manakala ada kata-kata yang terbaca seperti lirik lagu dangdut atau cerita-cerita dewasa, jangan salahkan bunda mengandung. Dan… gue sejujurnya gak peduli ini legenda beneran apa boongan, yang jelas sih cukup touchy. Saran gue, baca baik-baik deh cerita ini, sambil dengerin lagu You Belong To Me-nya Lifehouse. Dan jangan lupa, baca Bismillah dan cuci tangan terlebih dahulu. (apasih kampret!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Snow Silver Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pada zaman dahulu kala, ada seorang pria yang menembus badai sehabis bertani. Seperti para petani pada umumnya, dia membawa keranjang berukuran cukup besar di punggungnya. Ditengah perjalanan pulang, ia melihat seorang gadis berjalan terseok-seok kemudian jatuh, tidak berdaya. Gadis itu memakai pakaian berwarna perak, dan kulitnya seputih salju. Melihat pria itu, gadis tersebut tersenyum seraya berkata :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Maukah kau mengantarku sampai rumah? Aku tidak bisa berjalan selangkah pun. Tolonglah.” katanya gadis itu dengan wajah memelas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pria yang baik hati ini menyanggupi, ia membawa gadis itu dengan perantara keranjang bertani-nya. Ia memopoh gadis tersebut, masuk ke dalam hutan. Makin lama, badai di hutan tersebut semakin besar. Setiap kali pria itu bertanya jalan menuju ke rumahnya, sang gadis hanya mengangguk tanpa suara. Ya, memang itulah tujuan terselubung gadis berbaju perak yang tidak diketahui pemuda tersebut. Ia gemar menghisap roh pria-pria malang yang terjebak dengan kepura-puraannya, dengan cara membuat mereka terjatuh kelelahan terlebih dahulu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mereka semakin jauh di dalam hutan. Tidak ada tanda-tanda adanya pemukiman penduduk di sekitar sana. Gadis itu sudah bersiap-siap, ingin menerkam pria tersebut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nona…” panggil pria tersebut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gadis itu tersenyum senang. Ia berpikir bahwa pria tersebut sudah lelah dan tidak dapat berjalan lagi. (Sumpah, kalo gue jadi si cowok, gue panggil kawan gue si Monki)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ternyata dugaannya salah. Pria tersebut malah menatapnya sejurus kemudian sambil bertanya: “Apa kau kedinginan?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gadis itu terdiam di tempat. Ia tidak pernah mengira kalau pria tersebut ternyata memikirkan keselamatan dirinya, sementara ia sendiri malah siap membunuhnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Apa kau lapar? Keranjangnya cukup sempit, ya? Tenanglah, sebentar lagi kita pasti akan sampai!” pria itu tetap meracau sambil menenangkan gadis tersebut. Gadis berbaju perak itu sangat tersentuh sampai-sampai ia meneteskan air matanya... untuk pertama kali.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ketika berjalan cukup jauh, pria itu berhenti untuk sejenak bertanya pada gadis itu lebih lanjut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nona…” panggil pria itu. Namun tidak ada jawaban. Ia berjalan lagi. Pikirnya, gadis itu sedang tertidur atau tidak enak diajak bicara.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Namun perlahan, beban di punggungnya semakin ringan. Ia menengok ke arah keranjangnya, dan menemukan seonggok pakaian perak bersama tumpukan salju. Gadis itu telah raib, cinta hangat dari pria itu telah melelehkan hatinya yang dingin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Edelweiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Masih pada zaman dahulu kala, seorang pendaki di gunung jatuh cinta pada seorang Ratu Salju. Seperti yang kita ketahui, di filem Siti Nurbaya, atau sinetron-sinetron kacangan jaman sekarang, yang namanya menjalin cinta dengan orang berbeda kasta itu makruh hukumnya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tetapi, mereka berhasil mempertahankan hubungan dengan baik. Hari demi hari, segalanya terasa normal. Ya, normal. Hingga hubungan diam-diam tersebut diketahui para peri salju.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peri salju iri dengan hubungan pendaki dan ratu mereka yang harmonis. Mereka menghalalkan segala cara agar hubungan tersebut renggang, dan mereka mengharapkan perpisahan selamanya. Sejak saat itu, pendaki itu selalu dihalang-halangi saat ingin bertemu dengan sang ratu. Dan pasti kalian tahu, jaman dulu belom ada yang namanya SMS atau BBM. Si ratu, gak mungkinlah SMS-an sama si pendaki kayak begini :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ayyank,, kmUh dmn C... Mizz U Beibh,,"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh iya, gue lupa. Jaman dulu belum ada alay. Intinya, hilanglah kontak antara pendaki dan Ratu Salju itu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ratu tersebut tetap menunggu pendaki agar bertemu dengannya. Hari demi hari. Bulan demi bulan. Tahun demi tahun. Bang Toyib... Err, maap. Maksud gue si pendaki, telah menikah dengan gadis idamannya yang lain di desa. Mengetahui hal ini, ratu salju sedih. Merasa terkhianati, tersakiti, akan penantian yang sungguh sia-sia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Akhirnya, dengan hati yang hancur, tubuhnya pecah menjadi bulir-bulir bunga putih kecil bersih bernama "Edelweiss". Ia lalu terbawa angin, menuju ke bawah pegunungan, hidup dengan kepingan-kepingan yang masih tersisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wetsah, mantap. Gue selalu suka cerita kayak gini. Bukan masalah dayu atau enggaknya. Tapi nilai moral nya itu, nothing is impossible. Dan itu bener banget. Kecuali buat orang yang merasa itu terlalu berat untuk dipahami. :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-7753652367956494533?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/7753652367956494533/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=7753652367956494533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7753652367956494533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7753652367956494533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/03/snow-silver-storm.html' title='Winter Sonata'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-4296849786573708759</id><published>2011-01-17T21:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:51:54.465+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulutmu, Harimaumu</title><content type='html'>Selamat liburan... Tapi boong.&lt;div&gt;Gue strict banget beberapa waktu belakangan ini... Dimana UN bakal dilaksanain April akhir, doakan saya semoga dapet sekolah yang bagus. AMIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan beberapa hari ini, gue merasa ucapan gue jadi boomerang bagi siapa saja yang berhadapan dengan gue. Contoh konkrit :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Temen beda sekolah, K. Dia orang yang anarki dan suka keki. Suatu saat dia sedang nyolot-nyolotan dengan seorang cewek keren di chat, sebut saja V. Akhirnya dengan sedikit canda-canda, cewek keren (V) tersebut berkata: "Ah gak selamat lu!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esoknya, dia keserempet dan jadi korban tabrak lari di lampu merah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sebut saja seorang guru, P. P ini menyuruh seorang cewek manis, sebut saja V. V berkata ia tidak dapat menekuni tugas karena penyakit diare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siangnya, ia giat sekali menabung tinja di toilet, beratnya sekitar 3 kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Seorang teman sekelas, R. Dia berkata bahwa seorang gadis lugu berinisial V tidak akan bisa menyelesaikan tugas karya tulisnya dengan baik. V marah dan berkata: "Gue sejam juga jadi!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya V benar-benar bisa menuntaskan karya tulisnya, sedangkan R? Kabar terakhir, dia ngeprint di warnet sampe duitnya abis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Ibu dari tersangka (V), sebut saja L. L kesal karena anaknya jarang mandi. Dia kerap menyumpahi anaknya, katanya orang yang jarang mandi itu rentan kena penyakit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai saat ini, sejak 2 jam yang lalu, dia terpekur di kasur. Dia sakit. V sehat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada yang mau nempatin poin ke-5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue juga aneh, kenapa mendadak gue jadi kayak dewa gini? Ah, ini hanya prasangka kamu, Velta. Selain itu, beberapa kejadian yang juga mengganggu gue adalah: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"BELAJAR SERIUS TUH SUSAH BENER YAK!?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ehem. Ini curhatan hati yang terdalam. Bukannya banyak belajar, gue malah banyak tidur + makan. Yang gue khawatirin bukan berat badan atau apa, tapi nafsu gue semakin lama semakin brutal. Gue sanggup makan 4 bungkus Kinder Joy abis makan nasi 2 porsi dan ngemil cokelat sesudahnya. Gue memprihatinkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Setiap kali gue mau belajar, gue selalu haus. Bukan hausnya yang jadi masalah, tapi buka kulkasnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Velta Jahat : Udah Neng, sabet aja. Belajar pake Gerry enak tuh. Sensasinya bok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Velta Baik : Jangan, Vel. Itu hanya mengganggu konsentrasi kamu saja. Cepat, tugas Sony menunggu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Velta Jahat : Hahaha... Tuh ngiler, udah bos cabut aja. Sabi tuh seger-seger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Velta Baik : JANGAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nurani gue: turn off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dengan sigap gue ambil segepok snack dan gue makan sambil nonton sinema Putri yang Ditukar. Gak kerasa... Gue udah abis kira-kira tiga bungkus, udah jam -10 dan ngantuk gila. Akhirnya gue batal belajar. Berlanjutlah hari-hati anarki gue tersebut... Hingga saat ini. *nenggak Pocari Sweat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-4296849786573708759?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/4296849786573708759/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=4296849786573708759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/4296849786573708759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/4296849786573708759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/01/mulutmu-harimaumu.html' title='Mulutmu, Harimaumu'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-1731142589137490995</id><published>2011-01-01T10:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:16:17.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Fight This Feeling</title><content type='html'>It's for twice.&lt;div&gt;Hell yeah, NYE is over and I don't even know how to do instead of bike thingy. I feel like... I'm a walking deadman. No, I didn't celebrate NYE in a real meaning because I'm a Muslim. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to told you all something, but I realize this song can describe much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Can't Fight This Feeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;I cant fight this feeling any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm still afraid to let it flow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What started out as friendship has grown stronger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only wish I had the strength to let it show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say there is no reason for my fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel so secure when we're together&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You give my life direction, you make eveything so clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your a candle in the window on a cold dark bitter night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time to bring this ship into the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And through away the oars forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've forgotten what I started fightin' for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if i have to crawl along the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come craching through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life has been such a whirl wind since I saw you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been running around in circles in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe it always seems that I'm following you girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause you take me to the places that I thought I'd never find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your a candle in the window on a cold dark bitter night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm getting closer than I ever though I might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time to bring this ship into the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And through away the oars forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've forgotten what I started fightin' for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if i have to crawl along the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come craching through your door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-1731142589137490995?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/1731142589137490995/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=1731142589137490995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1731142589137490995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/1731142589137490995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-fight-this-feeling.html' title='I Can&apos;t Fight This Feeling'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-7034015210566255670</id><published>2010-12-27T21:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:58:04.187+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campur dan Aduk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;And in my hour of darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;She is standing right in front of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when the broken hearted people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living in the world agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There will be an answer, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For though they may be parted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is still a chance that they will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There will be an answer, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So well, lagu ini beneran bisa ngegambarin apa yang gue rasain sekarang. Haha it's not even about falling in love or whatsoever... Gue cuma kehilangan seorang sahabat. He has been such a very good listener to me, not even worse. Gue kehilangan dia karena keegoisan gue yang secara enggak sengaja ngebuat hubungan yang dulu berjalan dengan baik jadi ancur. My bad, sorry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only Doraemon and his pocket were really exist, gue mungkin bakal ngelakuin segala cara buat dapetin benda tersebut. Karena apa? Karena gue pengen mengulang semua kesalahan yang pernah gue lakuin, yang secara gak langsung berefek terhadap kehidupan gue yang nantinya akan 'bersih dari noda' tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey! Wake up!" ujar sebuah suara yang ngebangunin gue. Gue heran, dan kemudian ingin membuka mata tapi enggan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue harus bangun dan ninggalin semua yang pernah gue sesalin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue harus terima beginilah adanya, this is my capacity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seperti kata Gulliver di film terbarunya... "Keep pretend that you're cool with that, even though you're really not."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seperti kata sipir Leonardo di Inception... "God loves violences. He teachs us just the way it is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan terakhir, seperti yang biasa gue lakukan di Steel Mongolias... "Smile, it enhances your face value."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With being cool with that, pretending won't be so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-7034015210566255670?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/7034015210566255670/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=7034015210566255670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7034015210566255670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7034015210566255670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/12/campur-dan-aduk.html' title='Campur dan Aduk'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-2651992270241189115</id><published>2010-12-24T10:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:21:42.741+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only I Was Taller...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No Buses"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady, where has your love gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking but can't find it anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They always offer when there's loads of love around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, when you're short of some, it's nowhere to be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I know your game, you told him yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No chance, you'll get nothin' from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now she's there, you're there, everybody's there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's in turmoil, as puzzled as can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go down, down, low down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I know I should not go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and she thinks she's the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she's just one in 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just 'cause everybody's doin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does that mean that I can, too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady, where has your love gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the anti-septic to the sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hold you by the hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must be first, be in demand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How he longs for you to long for him once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go down, down, low down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I know I should not go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and she thinks she's the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she's just one in 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just 'cause everybody's doin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does that mean that I can, too? Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her eyes went down and cut you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there's nothing like a dirty look from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one you want, or the one you've lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An ache in your soul is everybody's goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To get what they can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why you're after her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's why she's after him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sayin' it wont change a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they'll realise that it wont change a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realise that it wont change a thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this song's good :) dari Arctic Monkeys tentunya.&lt;div&gt;Gue cukup seneng karena liburan kali ini, yah walaupun gak bisa dibilang nice, cukup menyenangkan. Kegiatan gue tiap pagi juga cukup sehat, ngegowes dari rumah sampe ragunan dsb. Btw, ada kejadian malu-maluin *kayak biasa* yang terjadi saat gue beli sepeda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi ceritanya gue lagi seneng banget liatin Fixie, pas gue menyuarakkan hal itu... Dia mendukung sangat. Jadi langsung lah kami menuju tempat sepeda di bilangan Jakarta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Mas, ada fixie gak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Ada kok, disini ada yang udah jadi sama rakitan. Kalo yang dari pabrik kualitasnya bagus, rakitan bisa milih sendiri... blablabla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Ha! Bagus tuh yang ijo, berapaan Mas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Iya, 4 jutaan. Coba aja kalo udah fix bisa DP terus dikirim kok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba Om Agus dateng dengan santainya, gue termenung. Ah jangan-jangan niatan syahdu gue mau dibatalin nih. Dengan pelan dia berbisik: "Vel... Emang kamu nyampe?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan entengnya gue menjawab: "Nyampe lah! Sependek apa sih gue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om Agus hanya mangut-mangut sambil menyerahkan semuanya ke gue. Nanti kalo udah selesai kabarin aja, katanya. Asik! Nice chance buat gue berhubung dibolehin beli yang kayak gimana aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Ini kak, dicoba aja dulu sepedanya. Nanti framenya terserah yang kayak gimana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Oke, Mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disitu ada dua engkoh Cina yang merhatiin gue. Haha rasain loe, udah keduluan sama makhluk keren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan pas gue naikin.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CETIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;MAS ADUH MAS TOLONG PANTAT SAYA KECEKLEK MAS!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue mengaduh-aduh dengan amat teramat tidak keren. Dua engkoh cina bajingan tersebut melihat dengan penuh kasih, saking kasihnya pengen gue jejelin Teletubies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ternyata kawan... Gue gak nyampe naik fixie tsb. Samasekali. Mas masnya cuma bisa ketawa prihatin. Gue mulai menyesal kenapa gue gak pernah liat iklan &lt;s&gt;Kamasutra&lt;/s&gt; Hi-Lo dengan seksama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan beralihlah gue menuju barisan sepeda lain. Agak sedih sih, mengingat hampir banget jadi beli. Tapi yaudahlah, mungkin kamu bukan jodohku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sepeda apa yang gue beli pada akhirnya? Folding! Yak, lipet. Dan gue bales dendam, kali ini gue beli yang saddlenya gampang diutak-ati sesuai mood. Dan bergigi. Gue gak mau kalah dari jodoh tak sampai gue tersebut. Dan kini kami hidup bahagia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cukup disini curhatnya kawan, ontheway Bandung :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-2651992270241189115?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/2651992270241189115/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=2651992270241189115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/2651992270241189115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/2651992270241189115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-only-i-was-taller.html' title='If Only I Was Taller...'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-5271924840851380583</id><published>2010-12-13T14:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:44:35.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Sadness</title><content type='html'>I'm making this article on half of holiday, and this is not for the first time I did it. So what else? Yes. I'll tell some stories about me first. Then we'll go on the prime topic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's normal to be rascal sometimes, to show people that you still got humanity point. And for me, it's normal to do something we really want too. Though it's so hard to accept for anybody else. You were just need to sounding it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends of mine told me that they got so many distractions lately. And guess what I was saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hell, no. You're not alone. You may sad, upset, or disappointed, but the only thing that useful to do now is doing some positive activity. Look around. There are still many kids outside that have no house to stay in, or even a delicious food to eat. You must take a look of that side, don't just argue something that wasn't worth for..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. I just know that every niceness in life, must not be able to see with some different sight, but we need some grateful feelings to move on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what else to waste? Your beautiful tears are super priceless, ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, once again, if your tears already blunt with your feelings, get it out. Cry harder, hardest, as well as you can. Just did it on your way. Then, when it finished already, just let it go. Don't make any sense of that. I always note it in my head and it works perfectly to ease every pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will build you as a stronger ones... Better than you were. I do believe in miracle, but we need to make it REAL. We aren't living in Cinderella world, right? It's so last year for us wait someone to come and bring us on a peaceful home. We need to fight to find our own happiness. And that's the way it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know my true living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm logically believe that someday I will. Time will heals every wound, more than everyone have known before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just found it and live in eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-5271924840851380583?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/5271924840851380583/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=5271924840851380583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/5271924840851380583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/5271924840851380583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/12/useless-sadness.html' title='Useless Sadness'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-8663106710371863969</id><published>2010-12-10T22:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:19:03.982+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hello, how's going on your... Uhm, holiday maybe?&lt;div&gt;Kinda sad that I still in my dizzy days. No longer in test, but still curious about the result. Hope all the best for me. Yeah, at least I've honestly tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight, I'd like to say that I got freedom for days! Yeay! And what about now? What I'm gonna do? Of course something like... sharing something. Ah, this is a nice song. I bet you'll like it. I really love the lyric because it's just like you try to find something untouchable, that you know it does exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't reach it, but you know you won't lose your only hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that you can never just forget it easily. It's like another piece of your abandoned soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you should fight for it. Now or never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because things, will never stay the same, for twice and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Homesick"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kings of Convenience&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy&lt;br /&gt;but I can't stop listening to the sound&lt;br /&gt;of two soft voices blended in perfection&lt;br /&gt;from the reels of this record that I've found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me:&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;finding all my previous motives growing increasingly unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled far and I've burned all the bridges&lt;br /&gt;I believed as soon as I hit land&lt;br /&gt;all the other options held before me&lt;br /&gt;would wither in the light of my plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy&lt;br /&gt;but there's only one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;searching boxes underneath the counter&lt;br /&gt;on a chance that on a tape I'd find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for homesick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;because I no longer know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;where home is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-8663106710371863969?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/8663106710371863969/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=8663106710371863969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/8663106710371863969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/8663106710371863969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/12/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-9167145034886099849</id><published>2010-11-30T15:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:21:40.634+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stuck over tightly between chest and stomach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it doesn't matter, but it's funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how it make any sense to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how dare you make me feel so blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave me alone without any clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without trying to fix what's left in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby, i know i can't reach you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wasn't give it up, but i'm not what you're going up to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're about one step closer to the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while i sit back and still learn to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm going home when it's rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and beginning to think it's plain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'd like to be alone, and faithfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you don't have to make any joke of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby, i'm such a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm something you can never guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when there's thunder everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know that we can always meet somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Velta Azizah Destiana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30/11/2010, some hours earlier before my born day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-9167145034886099849?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/9167145034886099849/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=9167145034886099849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/9167145034886099849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/9167145034886099849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-immortal.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-735618030361289333</id><published>2010-11-18T21:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:11:17.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream That Can Never Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i482.photobucket.com/albums/rr182/woaleslieXO/Photography/winter-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;The day you held me around my neck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Was killing me softly, and I don't want to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;What is love before and after you gone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I asked to a tree of hopes in my dream though they can never speak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;They may find thirteen answers but none of them was right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;So I left and meet you half way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Your love on me was laying in my breath, and you look after me to show that you will try your best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You said that I choose a right way, and you spoke louder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;"Would you please forget me? Please, in the name of December!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;If that's the very last thing I can do right before I die, I surely will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;But I don't even know how...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;But I honestly didn’t know that...&lt;/p&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/613600500052136598-735618030361289333?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/735618030361289333/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=735618030361289333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/735618030361289333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/735618030361289333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled.html' title='A Dream That Can Never Speak'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i482.photobucket.com/albums/rr182/woaleslieXO/Photography/th_winter-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-5766619058786775534</id><published>2010-10-17T22:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:24:11.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babocheoreom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m seriously not so into a good mood. Or even worse. But I felt the wrong thing since this afternoon so I think about it for at a minute, and later I found what’s really really wrong here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss all of my best friends in my past.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really do. I know it’s weird how you miss person that really around you every day. They’re not going to somewhere far away, but you just can’t feel they as same as yesterday. That’s the point. People changed. They always do. I just don’t know how to figure them out and be cool with that. I just don’t know. Last Saturday, I was in a classroom and talk with my best friends. They both look happy. Or at least, happier than me. They both got more friends, and… I don’t know. But don’t ever think that I was a freaky loner. Before and after I met and be friends with them both, I got so many friends and that’s the problem. Many people know me but none of them would heal my heart or just appear when I’m sad or disappointed. It’s like… the most complicated problem that I can’t even explain. Well known.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes. Like A Fool, now I felt like a real loner in a long lonesome. But this is the way I do, I'll be glad for anything happens for now and forever. I'm cool! Clap your hands if you're agree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And guess what? I miss my world wide friends! On a night like this I always pray for his safety. Wherever he is. He taught me everything about a true friendship and real family that I never knew long time ago before I met him. He said he’s on military something in his country (South Korea) and he told me to wait too. Jae Doe, you have been my best brother. You always be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I write something on his wall and hope get replied soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;바보처럼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;왜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;몰랐느지&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it has been a long time and i'd like to know how are you right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there are lots of things i would like to told you. so much things :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's ok, i'm ok. you'll always be my bestfriend! thanks so much and have fun there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It looks so sad, right? But it’s ok. This is life. This is me. And I know I can’t doubt more over than these. Somewhere over the thunder, I promise I’ll be stronger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-5766619058786775534?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/5766619058786775534/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=5766619058786775534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/5766619058786775534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/5766619058786775534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/10/babocheoreom.html' title='Babocheoreom...'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-8904294963207767238</id><published>2010-10-01T22:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:45:27.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>koko ni iru yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m so damn tired with all of this examinations thingy recently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It feels like I have no air to breathe. I’m not the type of a diligent student you may imagine, but how awful if I got the worse scores during the test. So I did my best. And then, the result is... I got an excellent class! Yeay! I still just can’t believing. Then I think I need lots of refreshing. So to fill my spare time, I’d rather read comics and try to learn how to draw Mangaka. That’s how it works. By the way, I want to share something that no one could ever understand about me. The new and real me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I know what it feels like to be Sumino-san.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm238/Kaboom-Deidara/nmegapig_p003-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love being alone. I’d love to walk just by myself in the street, thinking so many stupid or maybe kinda proper thoughts. I don’t care if it’s rainy over there. As long as I’m alone, I won’t take it seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was realizing that I need no friends. I’m okay. I’m not pretend to be stronger or being such a jerky traitor. But deep down here, I feel not so okay with some problems that I can’t handle. I know, there are lots of ‘friends’ beside me. We know each other, play games together, and share much laughter. But I just understand what makes me feel this lonesome. I know they’re always there, but I just can’t feel them here. Friends are just another un-eternal things that come and go. It’s kinda waste efforts to act cool and nothing’s going.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It just happened and simply run like that through I’m trying to fix everything start from now on. I’ll forget about it and just be myself. My ‘own’ self. That everyone never realized before. That anyone would hate, and pass through times…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need... To be found and saved too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfZDtBx8W-8/StwShT-uzXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/njkBizgKUWk/s400/kniy_v2_c8_p04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-8904294963207767238?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/8904294963207767238/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=8904294963207767238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/8904294963207767238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/8904294963207767238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/10/koko-ni-iru-yo.html' title='koko ni iru yo'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bfZDtBx8W-8/StwShT-uzXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/njkBizgKUWk/s72-c/kniy_v2_c8_p04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-1974118628523103240</id><published>2010-09-17T21:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T22:49:23.229+07:00</updated><title type='text'>see you soon, love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1XwNzOPjhI/TJTeqNome-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/oUUPcR6LoxM/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is a random post. i've noticed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/16.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, you think, i got a new crush or at least something like that because of the title?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/29.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. it's about my new project, aw. i should really fill my sparetime for those matters. and i think i have so much time. that's what i thought. and yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sorry, lately i know my blog's update hasn't been really really active nowadays. it's all because of tumblr, and twitter. and of course those several shit ASS-ignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I PROMISE YOU GUYS AFTER ALL THIS BLOG WILL BE UPDATED AT LEAST ONCE IN A WEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys should really check my Tumbelog and better follow it. yes, that's another promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1XwNzOPjhI/TJTeqNome-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/oUUPcR6LoxM/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518280260231527394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(170, 170, 170); font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://instantadolescent.tumblr.com"&gt;accueil millésime!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="box" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 150px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;click on the pic to show how epic!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;thanks for dropping by :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;i absolutely got times to reply your message. keep cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1XwNzOPjhI/TJTeqNome-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/oUUPcR6LoxM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-7689670405749773105</id><published>2010-08-19T17:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:19:11.191+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You've got the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And lift him back up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You are strong but you're needy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Humble but you're greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And based on your body language,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And shoddy cursive I've been reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your style is quite selective,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;though your mind is rather reckless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well I guess it just suggests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that this is just what happiness is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hey, what a beautiful mess this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's like picking up trash in dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Cause here we are, here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Although you were biased I love your advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your comebacks they're quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There's no shame in being crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Depending on how you take these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We're still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What a beautiful mess, this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Through, timeless words and priceless pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We'll fly like birds not of this earth and tides they turn and hearts disfigure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But that's no concern when we're wounded together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And we, tore our dresses and stained our shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But its nice today. Oh the way it was so worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That’s my only soundtrack of the week. I was just the waaay too mad to realize my unconditional feelings all over these years. Should I call it &lt;i&gt;“A Beautiful Mess”&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;“Favourite Worst Nightmare&lt;/i&gt;? Because everything that I do made me going crazier. I’m going to fix my brain, first. Taking all chances for my biggest wish. I don’t know what should I do, so hard to do anything right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I’m falling in “what-people-said-to-changed-their-interesting-word-forever” with my bestbud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh wait, what’s this? A public confess? I was such being a jerky overt. I desperately don’t know what’s happening in my head that time. I just know that, without him, everything seems so plain yet bitter. It happens so quick, like a winding wind. My only question is: why do I feel this way, after two years we both stick together as a closest friend, and then this week, in only this week, I hope I can have you more than what friends took, with having many stupid thoughts all the time?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jason Mraz was right. The only one answer of my deathly question i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;s like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes there are so many things in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“heart and brain”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I can’t understand. Sometimes I hate to be a “left-brain-cold-heart” woman. I think logically when people asked me to give them advice, but when I was trapped in those awkward situations, I think so desperately. So nuts. I hope God would like to give His best miracles to me. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then yeees, I feel so retreaded all of this month. We all fasting! Yeah. Thanks God I’m alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;……. I have nothing left to write, I’m out of here. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&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/613600500052136598-7689670405749773105?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/7689670405749773105/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=7689670405749773105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7689670405749773105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/7689670405749773105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-mess.html' title='A beautiful mess'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-146293235401078471</id><published>2010-08-16T23:39:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:20:10.587+07:00</updated><title type='text'>that guy isn't gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baiklah. Mumpung ada waktu luang dan lagi rajin, kali ini updatean bakal lebih berisi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jadi intronya kira-kira seperti ini: pernah gak sih liat atau at least nonton di tv cowok-cowok Korea? Gimana pendapat lu tentang mereka? Pasti macem-macem juga ya. Tapi jangan salah, gak semua cewek suka cowok cute. Dan gak semua cowok cute suka cute cute cewek (yang gak ngerti plis diem aja). Sebagai contoh, gue merealisasikannya dengan percakapan nyata sama temen. Mungkin ini bisa jadi contoh umum apa yang bakal dikatakan cowok kalo mereka melihat cowok cute. Jangan kaget, temen gue yang errr… Agak jantan. Terakhir kali dicek. Namanya Ardhianto. Mari kita singkat jadi A.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To, menurut lu Kim Bum gimana?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Siapa tuh? Gua taunya Jisung Park. *mikir bentar* Oh iya! Kim Bum. Rabiesan. Semacam nama kelinci kampung. Yaa, mana gua tau gua cowok kali dah gua bilang ganteng.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gue:&lt;/span&gt; Haha ayo dong. Gue mau taro pendapat lu di blog nih.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keadaan sunyi sepi, hape gue tidak bervibrate selayaknya. Mendadak ada balesan…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sejujurnya dari hati gua, ya gua yang paling ganteng.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gue merasa ada sesuatu yang sangat salah dari temen gue yang satu ini. Entah apa, tapi coba kawan kita lihat perbandingannya…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs063.snc4/34502_1507543896559_1473152097_31359350_6741863_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQglbgdF-aQ/TCn-n7k_8WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/mm2OGGty4MA/s1600/URI-KIM-BUM-kim-bum-7150075-384-384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;menengok ke arah yang sama. tetapi kenapa nasibnya berbeda?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Factor face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ini sesuatu yang harusnya tidak terjadi. Sedangkan gue tanya sama sepuluh cewek di sekolah, dan tujuh dari mereka setuju kalo cowok Korea itu cute, bukan gay. Emang factor iklim sama negara, kali ya. makanya mereka cenderung lebih putih dari cewek-cewek Indonesia bahkan. What’s wrong? Selera orang gak pernah bisa dikompromikan, karena sekali lagi, yang ngejalanin hidup ya mereka bukan kita. But at least, kalo emang dia cute, jangan sekali-kali ngatain dia gay. Dan kalo dia gay, dia udah pasti gak cute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Segitu dulu pembicaraan kita dengan gay dan cute. Sekarang gue pengen mengucapkan &lt;i&gt;Selamat Menjalankan Ibadah Puasa&lt;/i&gt;, dan &lt;i&gt;HUT RI ke-65&lt;/i&gt;. Sayangnya gue bukan tipe orang pure nasionalis dan religious, jadi cukup ucapin lewat hati aja. Thanks for visit, I never hate comments for sure. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-146293235401078471?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/146293235401078471/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=146293235401078471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/146293235401078471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/146293235401078471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-bittersweet-update.html' title='that guy isn&apos;t gay'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQglbgdF-aQ/TCn-n7k_8WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/mm2OGGty4MA/s72-c/URI-KIM-BUM-kim-bum-7150075-384-384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613600500052136598.post-6477221487047390775</id><published>2010-08-15T15:30:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:23:56.805+07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are My Silly Vitamins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:eZz0pvY6sk7ITM:http://www.vipwallpapers.net/Images/Ashton-Kutcher-Wallpaper-001.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ashton Kutcher.&lt;/b&gt; Ah, yummy. You know you made me edgier with those poses.&lt;div&gt;Super cool. You've a perfect muscle and craziness smile. But... you... already have... Demi Moore right? Oh ok. That section wasn't cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/xmonica/default/alex-turner--large-msg-118303069393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex Turner.&lt;/b&gt; What's the most thing I would like to love from Arctic Monkeys? YOU! But Miles Kane seems good beside you. Yeah he worth it. You both amazing. Love you. (tho I can't agree more you and Alexa were be a perfect couple, and your personality was just so arrogant yet mean... hmm... no comment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! By the way. I'm working at my second blog. The new one's for my unfinished imagination. LOL it means I don't want someone to looking at my worst, but ANYONE. Hell yeah dumb me. Just check it out, better follow it. Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veltamaheesa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/23ts8ip.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veltamaheesa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Velta Maheesa's!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you readers! Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613600500052136598-6477221487047390775?l=etaetong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/feeds/6477221487047390775/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613600500052136598&amp;postID=6477221487047390775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6477221487047390775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613600500052136598/posts/default/6477221487047390775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etaetong.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-are-my-silly-vitamins.html' title='They Are My Silly Vitamins'/><author><name>Velta Azizah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493980864258536963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRVc0wjN-I/TvobQEwoEEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SiR-bXu-4jo/s220/webcam-toy-photo5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/23ts8ip_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
